you are my joy

Chapter 1689 Mental torture
"What are you doing? Who are you!"

Wen Zheng glanced at her indifferently, and while trying to unlock her phone, he replied casually:
"Our young master received a few photos about the young lady. We found out that it was related to Ms. Shen and came to visit. By the way, we will find out who is so pitiful. He dare not confront my young lady directly. We can only do it behind the scenes. This kind of candid trick."

When Shen Yingying heard this, she immediately panicked, her eyes flickered back and forth, and her fingers grabbed the hem of her clothes indiscriminately.

"I can not understand what you say!"

Aren't those photos in the hands of the paparazzi?
How did it get into Lu Yuting's hands?

Could it be that the paparazzi lied to her and never posted these things online?

Then the long-awaited drama of Ning Yuxi's ruin and ruin is gone?
"It doesn't matter if you don't understand, as long as you tell me the password of the mobile phone, everything will be understood."

As Wen Zheng said, he shook the mobile phone that had not been unlocked in his hand, and the gentle smile in the corner of his mouth felt sinister no matter how you looked at it.

"Why should I tell you! Who knows what illegal things you are doing with my mobile phone!" Shen Yingying yelled in panic.

Wen Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth and sneered, took out his mobile phone and made a call.

"Ali, help me hack into Shen Yingying's phone and change her phone password."

Ali on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, so Wen Zheng hung up the phone.

After that, he didn't speak again, and played with his mobile phone with lowered eyes.

For a moment, the cramped bathroom fell into an eerie silence.

Wen Zheng could directly ask the dark guard to bring Shen Yingying in front of him and force her to unlock her phone.

But he chose not to do so.

He just wanted to spend time with Shen Yingying until the moment her heart collapsed.

Mental torture is far more painful than physical torture.

And silence can often amplify people's fear of the unknown, which in turn will aggravate her mental torture.

As the time passed by, Shen Yingying, who was stared at by the dark guards, felt cold all over, and her heart kept beating. She didn't know what they were waiting for, let alone what plans they were planning.

The longer time passed, the more uneasy she felt, and the fear in her heart almost swallowed her up.

She kept telling herself to calm down, and began to think about how to escape from here.

Before she could figure out a way, a bell rang suddenly in the bathroom, making Shen Yingying tremble violently.

She watched Wen Zheng pick up her mobile phone, didn't know what she saw, and then raised her mobile phone to click something on the screen. After a few seconds, a triumphant smile appeared on the man's face, Shen Yingying His heart fell to the bottom of the valley in an instant.

After finally calming down, her heart became flustered again. She didn't care about thinking of any way to escape, and while Wen Zheng was looking at the phone seriously, she raised her foot and wanted to run.

Before he reached the door, he was caught by the hidden guard standing in front of Wen Zheng.

Shen Yingying was completely desperate, she could only keep struggling, and shouted heart-piercingly:
"Let go of me! I didn't do anything! You're looking for the wrong person! I didn't take those pictures!"

Wen Zheng didn't listen to her words at all. Looking at the series of photos taken in her album, a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips, and he turned the phone screen in Shen Yingying's direction.

"Miss Shen, I thought the lesson from last night would be enough for you to remember, but I didn't expect you to deal with my young lady even harder."

Shen Yingying's body shook violently, and she glared at him angrily.

"It's you!? It's you who threw me into the cemetery? It's you who made me fall into this inhuman and ghostly state!?"

Wen Zheng withdrew his hand, played with Shen Yingying's cell phone, and said lightly:
"To be precise, it's my young master."

"Why!? I didn't provoke him at all! Why did he treat me like this!"

Wen Zheng raised his eyes, and his cold gaze shot straight into her body.

"You yelled at my young lady in the restaurant, and even almost ruined my young lady's face, and threw you into the cemetery, it's cheap for you."

All the expressions froze on his face for an instant, and Shen Yingying looked at him blankly.

So, when Ning Yuxi was eating alone in the restaurant, Lu Yuting was nearby?

Since he was nearby, why didn't he have dinner with Ning Yuxi, causing her to mistakenly think that Ning Yuxi was abandoned.

Before she could think clearly, there was a sudden sharp pain in her chin, and Wen Zheng pinched her chin forcefully, with a bloodthirsty and cold expression.

"It's a pity that you don't know how to cherish the chance of being alive, and you insist on courting death!

That being the case, don't blame us for being rude! "

As Wen Zheng said, he gave the dark guard a look, and the dark guard who supported Shen Yingying took out a rope and tied her up.

Shen Yingying was frightened, she looked at the men around her with a pale face, struggling desperately.

"What are you doing! Don't touch me! Don't touch me! Help! Kill someone! Help... um..."

The dark guard casually grabbed a towel from the bathroom and stuffed it into Shen Yingying's mouth, blocking her mouth, and the restless eyebrows finally relaxed.

"Finally quiet."

"Brother Wen, how to deal with it?"

The dark guard looked at Wen Zheng, and Wen Zheng looked at him indifferently.

"I need to teach you how to deal with it? Aren't you very good at it?"

The dark guard twitched the corner of his lips, "It's not because I'm worried that the young lady has her own decision."

Wen Zheng said indifferently:
"Young Madam is recently pregnant. It's better not to know about some things. You should deal with her cleanly."

"Yes!"

On the way back, Wen Zheng received another call from the paparazzi.

The paparazzi waited impatiently for Wen Zheng's news, and there were no one knew how many cigarette butts were piled up on the ground.

It was too late to wait for his call, so I couldn't help dialing his number.

"Assistant Wen, for Young Master Lu, you don't have to think about such a small amount of money for so long." The paparazzi tried his best to hide the irritability in his tone, and said in a friendly voice.

"The young master asked me to tell you that what he hates the most in his life is threats. Just a few photos are not enough to threaten him!"

After Wen Zheng finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and the paparazzi froze in place holding the hung up phone.

After a long time, he realized that he had been tricked and kicked on the tire.

"Damn it! How dare you play tricks on me! You really think I'm afraid to say it, don't you?"

The paparazzi clicked on Weibo, edited a Weibo, and was about to post it with pictures, but they couldn't find any pictures about Ning Yuxi.

He quit Weibo, clicked on the photo album of his mobile phone, and searched back and forth several times. It was as if Ning Yuxi's photo had suddenly evaporated, and he couldn't find a trace.

"Where's the photo of ****? I obviously saved it in my phone!?"

The paparazzi was so irritable that he wanted to drop his phone. He reopened the photo album over and over again, searched over and over again, but finally found nothing.

(End of this chapter)