250 Raids: There's a girl next door

"How is the investigation by the people sent out? Where's Qin Kemin?"

Pei Mochen's tone was full of gunpowder.

The flames burned in the black eyes.

Vanilla kowtowed her head in fear, "President, Qin Kemin has never appeared, and we tried our best to find her again, but she seemed to have disappeared out of thin air."

After finishing speaking, she looked up in surprise, pointed to the newspaper on Pei Mochen's desk, and asked cautiously, "President, do you suspect that she did this?"

"If you can't find Qin Kemin within three days, tell those people to leave." Pei Mochen reached out and picked up all the newspapers on the table, kneaded them into a ball, and threw them into the trash can.

He walked angrily towards the door of the office.

A few photos and an exaggerated report not only troubled the Pei family, but also involved the Jing family.

"Huh!" The 80-[-]-year-old man stared angrily with his cloudy eyes, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose moved with his movements.

Holding a stack of newspapers in his hand, he threw them heavily in front of Jing Feng.

The old man let out an angry snort, which made people shudder.

"It's completely embarrassing for our Tianjing."

With his hands clasped behind his back, he has a strong body, wearing a black overcoat, and a dark brown scarf around his neck.

His eyes turned to the headlines in the newspaper, and his face turned green with anger.

Jing Feng sat on the office chair, raised his eyelids, and glanced lightly at the old man standing in front of him.

Standing up unhurriedly, he opened the newspapers one by one, and stopped when he saw the photo of Zhang Mofei hanging up a scarf for him.

The corner of the mouth slightly raised, "The angle is not well chosen, and if you take a little bit of light behind, you will be able to show the illusion of her hugging me."

He lowered his eyelids, put his hands into his trouser pockets, and said in a leisurely tone, "It's a pity."

"You..." The old man covered his chest with one hand angrily.

The blue veins on his forehead were clearly bulging, and his face turned from red to green.

The attendants around him rushed forward to support him, "Master, calm down."

For the sake of his own body, the old man gradually calmed down.

Pointing at Jing Feng, he said sadly, "If I didn't expect you to continue the incense of the Jing family, I would beat you to death with a stick now."

Jing Feng looked at the old man with a smile on hearing the words, "Aren't you reluctant to fight after all? If you beat the Jing family, you will be cut off."

Walking around the desk slowly, he walked to the old man's side, his long and narrow eyes slightly curved.

It looks very calm.

Mr. Jing raised his hand and slapped Jing Feng hard on the shoulder, "Stinky boy, hurry up and clarify this matter with the newspaper office."

The anger seems to have subsided a lot.

After all, he is his precious grandson, so he still feels distressed.

Jing Feng asked, "Don't you think that if you do that, there is no silver 300 taels here?"

Someone with a heart wants to use this to create trouble for her and make the outside world question her character, and the media wants to use this to hype her up for profit.

Explanations and clarifications are useless, strong measures must be taken.

To create trouble for Zhang Mofei, and even dare to use him, even if that person digs three feet, he is determined to dig it out.

Mr. Jing's face was sullen, his brows were frowned, and his anger gradually disappeared.

"I'm having dinner tonight with the daughter of the Secretary of City C's King. You'd better give me some peace of mind. I'll invite the media over then."

Jing Feng heard the words and said, "Grandpa, I advise you not to do that."

He knew the old man's purpose and wanted to clarify for him.

He already liked her and didn't need clarification.

Besides, the gossip only came out this morning,