Help!After bankruptcy, President Gao Leng provokes me everywhere

Chapter 3 The Feast of Hongmen
Pei Yichen's stern face was reflected in the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Liguang Group's president's office.

The neon lights outside the window are fading, and the traffic is busy, neither seems to be what he wants.

"Boss, what's the arrangement?" The assistant behind pushed the door in and asked respectfully.

"Did anyone from the Song family come here today?" Pei Yichen looked cold and his voice was as deep as a cello.

"People from the Song family? This. No Song family has been here. Mr. Pei, is there a problem?" the assistant asked a little uneasy.

"Oh, it's nothing." Pei Yichen frowned, his tone impatient, "I mean, even if you come, you are not allowed to enter the door."

"Ah, yes, I understand." The assistant hurriedly responded, closed the door as if fleeing, and went out to convey the meaning of the boss.

The assistant really wiped off the cold sweat, why is the boss suddenly in a bad mood again.

When the lights come on, the Shengshi Hotel at night is the activity place for the rich and powerful.

The red lips are slightly hooked.Her black hair was loose, and Song Zhaoyan was wearing a red dress. Her usually delicate and cold face exuded a different kind of glamor and coquettishness.

Song Zhaoyan stepped on her long legs and stepped on high heels into the banquet hall she had made an appointment with Zhao Yuan.

Just approaching, before entering the gate, I could hear the noisy sound inside and the choking smell of tobacco.

The stomach, which was already a little uncomfortable, became more painful, and my head began to feel dizzy.

"Hey, Xiaoyan is here, come and sit here." Zhao Yuan saw Song Zhaoyan at the door put on a somewhat greasy smile, which was clearly mixed with a sense of good intentions.

Facing the sudden enthusiasm of Zhao Yuan, he looked around and saw these so-called big men who had never met in the business world, getting closer and closer to Song Zhaoyan's guess.

"I'm sorry for the traffic jam on the road. Hello, elders." Song Zhaoyan said obediently, but calmly pushed away the hand on her shoulder, and snorted coldly.

Feeling her alienation, Zhao Yuan didn't respond, instead he secretly laughed.

"She's a pretty girl. Come on, sit down and have a few drinks, let's have a good chat." The uncle Huabi who had been squinting at Song Zhaoyan in the middle finally spoke, but there was a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

Song Zhaoyan's expression was slightly cold, but she still curled her lips to find a place to sit down, picked up the wine glass on the table, and looked straight into the eyes of Uncle Huaarm.

Uncomfortable looking away from her stare, Uncle Flower Arms kicked the young man's bench next to him. The young man immediately put down the cigarette between his fingers and took out a bag from behind the chair.

Hua Bi took the bag and threw it in front of Song Zhaoyan.

Song Zhaoyan raised her eyebrows and leaned over to open it, but her expression turned cold after seeing what was inside.

White powder, this occasion.
She suppressed the shock in her heart, and turned to Zhao Yuan in disbelief; "Are you crazy?!"

Zhao Yuan finally stopped pretending, and pushed the frame of the mirror sinisterly, "Maybe it can't solve all the problems, but this is indeed the fastest way to solve the urgent need, Miss Song, now you are nothing, I advise you to think clearly. "

"Uncle Zhao, you have always been a senior I admire, but I didn't expect you to know people, face but not heart." Song Zhaoyan frowned, with anger brewing in her eyes, "I'm afraid you're taking life too long? You dare to do such a dirty thing." Let's do it."

"Here's what I said. Even if all the channels of my Song family are destroyed, I won't do these things that harm the country and the people! I won't accompany you!"

Song Zhaoyan picked up the bag in awe-inspiring manner, turned her head and walked towards the door.

"You still want to run? Hold her down!" Hua Bi jumped up furiously, kicked the chair away, and headed towards Song Zhaoyan.

The younger brothers around stood up like a swarm.

One of the men in black approached Song Zhaoyan holding a syringe with a cold light in his hand.

(End of this chapter)