my beauty

"It can't be demolished! This is my painstaking effort..." Most of the funds that Su Wangcheng can control have already been invested in it. Once the first phase of Wangyue Villa is demolished, the subsequent projects will fall short, and the consequences will be disastrous.

In an instant, Su Wangcheng seemed to be more than ten years old, and his figure was crumbling. Su Yingluo quickly supported her father, and asked in a low voice, "What happened?"

Su Wangcheng shook his head, unable to speak in pain.

"Don't dismantle it? Don't dismantle it. I'm leaving!" The young man named Ye Chen ignored Su Yingluo who was glaring at her, turned around and walked towards the gate.

Su Wangcheng murmured to say something, but suddenly his eyes went dark and he passed out.

Su Yingluo ignored Ye Chen who was drifting away, supported Su Wangcheng, took out her mobile phone and called the emergency number.

"Stop!" A loud shout came from behind Ye Chen, holding a rubber roller in his hand, it was the security captain who hurried over in response to Su Yingluo's call.

"Hi, Big Bear..." Ye Chen said lazily, "Goodbye, Big Bear."

"How do you know my name?" The burly security captain, nicknamed Gouxiong, had already disappeared outside the gate before he could react.

"Who! Who brought this kid in?" The security captain yelled angrily, knowing that he had neglected his duty.

"It's me." The person who spoke was Master Pang, the chief feng shui master hired by Wangyue Mountain Villa with a lot of money. Regardless of whether it is Su Wangcheng or a member of the four major families, he is an expert in metaphysics who dare not easily offend. "He is my brother's friend."

"..."

"Su Damei's wife... I fulfilled your wish for you, but it's a pity that my father-in-law didn't listen to me. I can't blame me for that."

Ye Chen, who came out of the gate of Wangyue Mountain Villa, looked lonely and said to himself.

"Forget it, Miss Su's wife is right, you can't fight with your father-in-law." Ye Chen laughed while talking to himself: "Let's go find Sister Jinghua's wife!"

It's a pity that some people refused to let Ye Chen get what he wanted, and a voice interrupted Ye Chen's beautiful plan: "Ye Chen! Stop!"

"It's immoral to hinder others from finding a wife." Ye Chen rubbed his nose and turned around lazily.

"It's a pity that Su Yingluo is not your wife!"

Opposite Ye Chen were three tall young men, all wearing decent casual suits and black leather shoes, they looked like dogs.

The leader is about 1.8 meters tall, with a bunch of small yellow hairs on his forehead, holding an apple five in his hand, and is turning on the camera function to record Ye Chen talking to himself just now.

Xiao Huangmao shook the phone: "You said that if I send these contents to Liu Shao, what will happen?"

The two teenagers behind him were a little shorter than him. Hearing Xiao Huangmao's words, they leaned forward and laughed loudly: "Young Master Liu will definitely beat Ye Chen into a pig's head!"

Xiao Huangmao said: "Actually, we did these things for Liu Shao. Will he invite us to Tingtao Tower for a big meal?"

The two teenagers sang together: "At least two meals are enough. ——According to the Japanese technicians in Taolou, it is said that the guns are all good."

Immediately, the three of them laughed proudly.

"Didn't anyone tell you that your smiles are actually ugly." Ye Chen said solemnly, "It's like a chimpanzee in heat—female."

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the faces of the three teenagers turned green.

Little Huangmao had a condescending expression: "You pathetic low-class person, you must have never heard of the name of our Dongjiang Three Musketeers-I am Bi San!"

"Fan Jian!"

"Don Yak!"

In line with their respective introductions, the three of them put on a special pose of the aircraft carrier "Going You".

Ye Chen was dumbfounded, the names of these three people were simply weird.

"I've heard of the vagabond, and I've heard of the jerk... Tang Yake hasn't heard of it, I've heard of Yake sugar. Oh no, it's Yake v9..." Ye Chen suddenly felt in a good mood, and a jerk flashed in his mind. The wretch drools with a lollipop in his mouth.

"If you want to die, you can't blame others!" Little Huang Mao Bisan clenched his fists and made a creaking sound. "You don't know what the three of us do?"

"I know, you are the paparazzi." Although Ye Chen has lived on the mountain for more than ten years, he still knows a little about the profession that is said to be good at infiltrating the privacy of celebrities.

"There was a paparazzi just after I came out of the mountain, I'm really a celebrity." Ye Chen thought narcissistically.

"Damn it! The Three Musketeers of Dongjiang, how do we look like paparazzi?"

"Are you sick?!"

Ye Chen thought for a while: "Could it be that my judgment was wrong? You are not paparazzi, are you paparazzi? Or, are you a dog?"

"You dare to insult us?!" The three musketeers blushed and their necks were thick, as if they had been pumped with excitement.

"Didn't you hear it?" Ye Chen smiled and said: "I said you are dogs, but I am insulting dogs."

"Come on! Break his legs and throw him to Xishan to feed the wild dogs!"

Bi San, headed by the Three Musketeers of the Dongjiang River, sneered and slapped him imposingly.

Xishan is the largest and relatively concentrated cemetery area in Dongjiang City. There are often stray dogs wandering there.