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When Chen Wentong was taken away, he was full of resentment.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he got, and the more he thought about it, not only did he not feel that he was wrong, but he also believed that Bian Zhenhua was losing face like that in front of outsiders, without any protection at all, it was simply ungrateful!

Thanks to the Chen family for supporting him so much in the past!His sister is also blind to find this white-eyed wolf!

Thinking about Bian Zhenhua's refusal to accompany him without hesitation during the meal, he clenched his fists and gasped for breath!

Ask him to find a job?laugh!He, Chen Wentong, is someone who wants to do big things and make big money. Can those humble jobs catch his eye?When he is an idiot dismissing it! ?

The black Passat quietly drove out of the political and legal community.

Chen Wentong was so irritable that he hammered the seat a few times, took out a cigarette and lit it.

The smell of tobacco spread in the sealed official car.

Uncle Ming glanced at him from the rearview mirror, reached out and pressed the outer cycle button, and lowered the car window.

As soon as the night wind blows outside, the smoky atmosphere inside the car immediately recedes.

Chen Wentong was so angry that he slapped the seat, pointed at the driver's seat in front of him and cursed: "Even you look down on me, don't you!"

Uncle Ming drove intently and did not speak.

Chen Wentong continued to curse: "I don't even look at how many catties I have, what do you think you are!? It's just a dog beside Bian Zhenhua! I can crush you to death with one hand!"

Can't resist Bian Zhenhua, and can't control the people in the political and legal community, can't he punish a small driver!

The more he thought about it, the more he became angry, and his hand holding the cigarette was about to poke Uncle Ming's head. Uncle Ming braked at the right time, and Chen Wentong rushed forward with inertia, and almost rolled into the front row from the gap between the driver's seat and the passenger seat. go.

"Will I drive you again! Garbage! How did Bian Zhenhua pick you!" He was still in shock, hugging the passenger seat and shouting.

Uncle Ming controls the steering wheel with one hand, leaving the other hand free to help him sit upright. Although he is over fifty years old, the muscles under his thin shirt are full of strength, and he can be a regular full-time driver beside the leader. Fuel-efficient lamps, especially for positions like Bian Zhenhua who have to participate in the frontline tracking of major criminal investigations at any time, and the driver beside him has to act as a bodyguard at any time.

Before Chen Wentong could react, Uncle Ming carried him back to the back seat by his collar.

"Sorry, Mr. Chen, I surprised you. Just now, a mad dog jumped out from the side of the road and almost ran into it. Fortunately, it braked quickly." Contrary to his clean and neat movements, Uncle Ming turned a deaf ear to his abuse and laughed heartily explained sincerely.

Chen Wentong pointed at him with trembling fingers, yelling or not, the steering wheel is in his hands, if he doesn't want to have Mickey Mouse Crazy again, the smartest way is to shut up obediently.

The car passed by a brightly lit area, which was the fifth and eighth district where he had been around the most before. He was so annoyed that he wanted to get away from Bian Zhenhua's surveillance, so he slammed on the door, "It's fine to stop here. Wait for a taxi to go back by yourself."

Uncle Ming didn't let go of the gas pedal, and said calmly, "Mr. Chen, the border bureau told me to send you home."

To put it bluntly, it was to replace Bian Zhenhua and watch him go home to prevent him from messing around on the road.

Chen Wentong couldn't be more frustrated.

Uncle Ming sent him downstairs all the way, but didn't leave immediately. He waited downstairs for a while, and didn't start the car until he saw the light on the floor where Chen's house was located, and then went back to report to Bian Zhenhua.

Chen Wentong felt that he went to Bian's house to eat tonight because he was out of his mind. He thought he could get some benefits, but in the end he didn't even fart and made trouble for himself. When people are frustrated, any monsters and monsters can step on it , Even a small driver looks down on himself.

Just wait and see!

He turned on the light and kicked his shoes, spat bitterly, and just in time the phone rang.

"Hello!" He pressed the answer button with an extremely nasty tone.

It seemed that they didn't expect it to explode as soon as they were picked up. After two seconds of silence, they laughed out loud: "Yo? Who offended our Young Master Chen? Why are you so angry at the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala?"

Chen Wentong was upset, and his attitude towards these cronies was not very good: "If you fart, let it go! Don't hold it in for a long time without making a sound, young master, I'm not in the mood to talk to you right now!"

There were a few chuckles over there, and there was quite a noisy yelling and music in the background, and it could be heard that it was in a box or something.

"Brother, didn't I hear that you haven't seen anyone since you came out for a few days, so I miss you!"

When Chen Wentong heard this, his expression turned pale: "Don't be disgusted, Zeng Penghui, let go of your fart, I don't have time to listen to your nonsense."

"It's something, of course it's something!" The other party drew his voice exaggeratedly, "It must be a good thing to find you at this moment, Young Master Chen, isn't it annoying to look at you? Annoyed, come out with the brothers to have fun Be merry!"

When Chen Wentong heard the words, he just said: "What kind of work is it? It's just the third child in the [-]th district, and there is nothing new."

"Hey! Don't tell me, I really have new and good things here." The other party became excited when he heard this, and said enthusiastically, "It's fun, let's call a few more beautiful girls~ No matter how unhappy you are Fleeting in a blink of an eye, carefree like a fairy—"

Chen Wentong was dubious: "What?"

The other end is pretending to be mysterious: "You will know when you come—"

Chen Wentong squatted inside for a few months, and after coming out for a few days, he kept on being plain, and the bird faded out of his mouth. Even if he did have the idea of ​​restraining himself a little at the beginning, but as a master who has always been used to it, Being so instigated by someone, he was immediately shaken without much hesitation.

"Come here quickly, don't pretend that I don't know, you promised that Young Master Bin will come and play this afternoon, don't just pretend to be me and throw off face!"

"Baberon's Night Paris Room!" The other party urged again, "Go to another place today, don't run around!"

Just in time, I heard a soft voice coming from the other side through the phone: "Young Master Chen, I haven't seen you for a long time, hurry up and play!"

Chen Wentong's head suddenly became hot: "I'll be there soon!"

……

After hanging up the phone, Zeng Penghui put away his mobile phone, hunched his shoulders, and ran to the other side of the box in small steps.

The music in the box is deafening, and there is a thick sensuality mixed with ambiguity and corruption rising in the air. The multicolored ball lights overlap on the ceiling, and the strobe lights flash and flash, as if in the intersection of light and shadow. A corner of the world of demons and ghosts was opened, revealing a piece of luxury.

The caller bypassed the group of demons dancing in the middle of the box, and walked directly to the corner. In the dark corner of the sofa, only the flickering lights of cigarette butts, and a blurred figure hidden in the shadows could be vaguely seen.

During the period, a woman in a sexy dress was paralyzed drunkenly, her snow-white breasts were ready to be exposed under the deep V-neck, her waist like a water snake was twisted so much that she almost wrapped herself around her body, her red lips were like fire and her eyes were blurred, her mind was almost gone, delicate His slender fingers were nimble and familiar, and he fished under the man, but the man grabbed it in time with sharp eyesight, stopped the woman's movements, and pushed her aside with a casual push.

The strobe light flashed at the right time, illuminating the image of the man in a suit and leather shoes with a look of contempt and disdain that is incompatible with the current situation. He frowned and patted the part of the clothes that the woman snuggled up to and stuck to it in disgust. , as hastily and vigorously as if trying to get rid of something dirty.

"Brother Hai." Zeng Penghui just slipped into the empty seat, leaned over to the man's ear and said, "It's done, Chen Wentong will be there soon."

Brother Hai's expression was blurred in the interlacing of light and shadow, his sharp eyes were fixed on Zeng Penghui, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Zeng Penghui was stared at, twisting the hem of his clothes uneasily.

Last week, a few pig friends brought some girls from around Yishuier to the city. Zeng Penghui held a party in his villa and entertained them. After having a good time, he was both fanatic and celestial. , There was a big fuss, I thought it was a fun to be drunk day and night, but I never thought that someone would quietly record the video.

When Brother Hai found him, he felt as if he had been struck by a thunderbolt.

Zeng Penghui and Chen Wentong are naturally not good birds, Zeng's family is in business, his mother's mistress is in the top position, but his father is an old fox who never falls for others and knows the art of restraint and balance.The old fox and Yuan had a son, who is now Zeng Penghui's eldest brother. He hated Zeng Penghui's mother and son to death. His mother wanted to use her son to compete for status in the Zeng family. Their mother and son wantonly repaired it.

The old fox played a good game of checks and balances, handing over most of the business to the eldest son, and taking care of the younger son and wife at the right time. What he wanted was for both of them to tear themselves apart without having the energy to trouble him.

Zeng Penghui, as the youngest son who grew up in this kind of family, was almost a fool raised by the old man with his eyes closed. The Zeng family didn't expect him to be successful. The smartest thing to do was to eat and drink. It's time to have fun, and be his second-generation ancestor's young master well. As long as he doesn't lose his mind and listen to his mother's instigation to compete with his elite brother, he can spend a few lifetimes in a grand way.

He can do nothing or do nothing, and play as he likes, the only thing is that he can't cause trouble and fall into the hands of others. His experience since childhood told him that as long as he dares to cause trouble, the eldest brother who is on top of him will be able to do nothing. Hesitant to take him out to sacrifice the flag!

Zeng Penghui didn't know the origin of the man, he only knew that when he saw the video of himself that night in his hand, he was completely dumbfounded.Although everyone in this circle has the same virtues when they play high, it's one thing to know, but it's another thing to be caught. No one wants that ugly appearance to be made public. On the big brother's side, it's enough for him to eat a pot!

His elder brother didn't even need to go to war, as long as he cut off his source of income with a light swipe of his finger, no one would care if he cried and shouted at his father and mother!

He was timid, so when the man asked him to cooperate with making an appointment with Chen Wentong, he hurriedly bowed his head and nodded, and agreed.

His mind was not very bright, and his family did not train him to be an elite, and his father and brother were eager to raise him, so he didn't even think about why someone went to great lengths to catch him Just to use him to hook Chen Wentong out for fun.

Brother Hai raised the corners of his mouth slightly in the dim light.

"Go, make arrangements, and entertain Young Master Chen well."

The man seemed to be in a good mood, and when he got up to leave, he unexpectedly reached out and patted Zeng Penghui's face.

"I don't have enough things to play with, just ask Zhang Xiaohu to get them, as much as I want."

On the low marble table where the wine bottles were lying around, there were several packets of small paper bags wrapped in kraft paper under the ashtray.