Mr. Quan, please take care

Chapter 964 Brewing malice, cutting it is black
But Yan Yansen has no other advantages, he is the most grateful, and he knows how to reciprocate.

The night he saw "Honey Tang", Yan Zhifan was unusual to the little girl who came out last, and even warned him after she left.

Men, aren't you just that thoughtful?
Since Yan knew that it would be difficult to start, then he would be the villain and help the brother embrace the beautiful woman!

Therefore, Yan Yan is still at the banquet, but his heart has already begun to secretly plan how to embarrass Shen Yu, and how to arrange for Yan Zhi to be a hero to save the beauty at the right time.

The bully and the rich family bully the poor girl sitting on the table, and the elegant young master steps forward to protect the flower in times of crisis—look, what a beautiful encounter, what a romantic love.

The more he thought about it, the more he felt it was feasible. He didn't even pay attention to what Yan Ke said on stage. It wasn't until the invitation to dance at the scene caused a commotion that Yan Yansen came back to his senses and turned his attention back to the banquet.

Didn't expect this to be amazing!
The woman who rejected Yan Zhi's return invitation to dance is not the one I met at "Honey" yesterday!

Ah……

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it.

Stern Sen held up the goblet and smiled.

Shen Wei still didn't know that she was being watched. After she came down from the stairs, she took the time to meet Zhong Yuhong.

Not surprisingly, seeing Song Kaifeng who came back one step ahead of her, the old man probably still doesn't know what happened in that room, and the Ping family he fears has now become prisoners.

The third son and several other brothers escorted him away through the back door.

About half an hour later, Shen Yu received the news that they had arrived at the dock and entered the warehouse.

It was a special place for interrogation and torture.

Shen Yu clenched her phone tightly. Although she was at the banquet, her heart had already flown to the Zama River, and she wished she could do it herself.

In the end, she could only exhale slowly, restrain the irritability beating in her blood, and reply briefly: You interrogate first, don't kill me.

She replied with a "know" at the other end.

Putting away the phone, Shen Yu glanced in Yan Zhihui's direction.

He was talking to a few older bosses, holding a cup in his left hand, and his right hand was free to hold hands with others at any time. He tilted his head slightly to the side of the speaker, silently showing respect, and at the same time kept smiling at the corner of his mouth, instantly "Your Majesty" , The image of "heir" comes to life.

On the surface it looks extremely white, but who knows what color it will be when cut horizontally?
Thinking of this, Shen Yu couldn't help but sneer.

He was able to give her the room card of the room next door to the trading place, and he even had all the monitoring and listening equipment, which meant that he had already set his sights on Song Kaifeng!
Yan Zhifan is definitely not as simple as he appears on the surface!
Suddenly, Shen Yu's eyes froze.

She saw Yang Lan, who was socializing and socializing with Yan Ke, who was exquisite in all aspects.

If Yan Zhifan is Yan Ke's son and Yang Lan is Yan Ke's wife, then what does Yan Zhifan have to do with Yang Lan...?
For a moment, her breathing tightened for a moment.

It was quickly replaced by doubts, and turned into contemplation. Even the red wine entered her throat with a sense of carelessness. She didn't react until the cold touch went down the esophagus and reached her stomach.

He quickly leveled the goblet and moved it three inches away, but he couldn't spit out the wine he had already drunk, so he could only take it as ordered.

Seeing the passing waiter hurrying, she called out to stop him, asked him to listen to him, whispered a few words, and then put the glass into the tray, which still had unfinished red wine.

"But..." the waiter listened with hesitation.

Shen Yu said lightly: "All you have to do is to send a message, and you don't have to think about the result." Then, she took out 100 yuan from her bag and stuffed it into his jacket pocket: "Tip."

The man nodded and put the money away: "I understand."

(End of this chapter)