Ji Erye's squeamish bag is super cruel

Chapter 6
Lifting his feet and walking over, Ji Boyan felt in the pocket of his suit, and then a gloomy look appeared on his brow bone.

The wallet was gone, and his ID card, bank card, and other important things were all in the wallet.

Heh, that woman who looks more timid than a rabbit actually dares to steal his things, is it all just pretending?
Raising his hand and throwing the suit on the sofa, Ji Boyan picked up his mobile phone and called Assistant Lin, with a displeased tone: "Look up that woman last night, I want all her information."

"Good boss."

Looking at the phone screen, Ji Boyan sneered. If it was to arouse his anger, it must be said that the woman succeeded.

After Ji Boyan packed up, he went to the company. After the meeting, Assistant Lin looked at him and said boldly, "Boss, you have a wine party at 'Xingchen' tonight."

"Well, ask the driver to pick me up in advance, and also, close Manager Chen's bar."

Thinking of what Manager Chen did and the wallet that was stolen by that woman, Ji Boyan's lips curled up higher, looking like he was smiling, but his eyes were gloomy like dark clouds.

"Yes, boss."

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In the "Star" bar, Wen Ruan was sitting on the sofa, and there were several people standing in front of them, all of them bowed their heads respectfully.

"Is it all arranged?"

The warm and soft face was condensed, and he didn't have the cowardly look in front of Ji Boyan at all. Instead, he sat upright, like a king who holds the power of life and death.

One of them, a woman in a cheongsam with long wavy hair, is the bar proprietress—Sister Hong.

She nodded respectfully to Wen Ruan, and said, "Miss, don't worry, everything has been arranged."

His gentle eyes scanned around, and finally fell on a thin, shabby-looking middle-aged man on the left who looked a bit decadent.

She pursed her lips, although her warm and soft voice didn't change much, but at this time she lowered her voice, as if there were countless swords wrapped in her soft voice, with chilling: "Remember, you are a gambler and alcoholic, I am Your daughter, act more resemblingly, if Ji Boyan finds out that you are still so afraid of me, I will take your skin off."

"Yes, Miss."

"Okay, let's send him to the designated place first, and you all go down and do what you need to do."

"Yes."

After they all went out, Wen Ruan picked up the plate on the table and walked out the door.

On the chaotic dance floor downstairs, men and women shook their bodies like surging snakes.

The flickering lights hit different people, making the place more and more luxurious.

But the private room upstairs was isolated from all the hustle and bustle.

Sitting on the sofa was Ji Boyan, drinking wine in a bad mood, and sitting next to him was a middle-aged man wearing a leather jacket, who kindly poured Ji Boyan a glass of wine and asked, "Second Master, I heard that Ji Boyan The publicity and distribution of our company’s products will be outsourced, so I wonder if we can give our company a chance?”

Ji Boyan glanced at him, his eyes did not reveal any emotion, his crimson lips curled slightly, and he quietly blocked the words: "The companies participating in the bidding have a chance."

"Second Master, don't you want to take a side path? Please help me."

Seeing that his wine glass was empty, the man quickly refilled it with a flattering smile on his face.

Before Ji Boyan could speak, the door of the private room was opened by someone, Feng Yan looked over, and Ji Boyan's eyes flashed coldness.

It's really a narrow road.

(End of this chapter)