Billionaire's Scheming Cute Baby

Several gangsters approached, the light lengthened their shadows and wrapped the people lying on the ground, which was even more powerful.

Thin men have nowhere to escape.

With his physique, even if he rises to fight, he will be beaten badly in the end, so he can only find a way to protect the money.

That's what he got after a tired day. How can he be willing to give it out?

"No, right?"

The gangster squatted down with a cigarette in his mouth and vomited smoke into his face. His mouth full of rhubarb teeth closed one by one, with an unspeakable smell. "He's rampant in front of me. Don't know if he'll end up being beaten? Look at you. Can you bear it?"

The man was choked with a burst of cough and covered his pocket more and more tightly. No matter how much he was bent in his heart, he could only beg for help in a low voice at the moment.

"I beg you, please forgive me this time? I will honor you next time!"

"Shut up! I don't want to hear nonsense!"

The gangster threw up his cigarette butts, stood up, stepped directly on the back of his hand and ran over it. The man screamed in a moment, breaking his heart and lungs, sweating in pain, and blackening in front of him.

However, the louder he shouted, the more satisfied the group laughed.

"I tell you, it's no use trying to be brave. You can only make yourself suffer. If you know what you're doing, hand it in quickly. Otherwise, don't blame our fists for not recognizing people."

In fact, they don't have to talk nonsense here at all, but they just want to bully the poor man.

The man shrunk and couldn't say anything for a moment. The rice grains scattered on the ground stained his face, as if laughing at how embarrassed and powerless he was at this moment. He clenched his teeth and his hate heart was dripping blood.

After playing for a while, the gangster felt bored and began to search for his money. The four people dragged his hands and feet, and the leading man took out a pile of money directly from his pocket.

He blushed with anger and struggled hard. "That's my life-saving money. Give it back to me!"

"Unfortunately, it's in my hands now. If you have the ability, come and grab it." the gangster looked proud and even shook the money in front of him.

The thin man stubbornly bit the blood out of his lower lip. He still had no way. Finally, he was beaten and watched them leave.

His pocket had already been turned out and he was penniless at the moment.

He dragged himself out, holding the wall slowly, coughing and tidying up his clothes.

When the money is gone, we have to find a way to earn it, otherwise we can only drink the West and north wind next time.

Walking into the street, suddenly someone hit him again behind him, "get out of the way quickly. Don't you know you're in the way?"

The man didn't have much strength. He fell to the ground and rolled to the side.

He saw that it was two bodyguards guarding a young lady forward. Just looking at the clothes and temperament, he knew he was a rich man.

So these two bodyguards have confidence and have a lot of salary every month?

The man clenched his fists and stared at their distant back.

One day, he will stand out and teach those little gangsters who bullied him a lesson.

After a long rest, he recovered a little and walked slowly in a certain direction.

After a while, he took out a photo from his pocket. Because he often held it and rubbed it, the corners were wrinkled, and the face was mu Beihan.

He stared firmly, as if to carve the face into the bone marrow, and in the other corner of the picture, a million yuan was written askew.

Yes, Xu Yanchen's $1 million reward for looking for someone. He knew that such a large amount of money was a huge temptation for him. He thought of many ways for a long time.

Thinking of his usual work, he must get this huge sum of money.

Unknowingly, the man came to a restaurant. When the boss saw him, he said hello, "is there a part-time job again?"

He tidied up his emotions, nodded and said, "do you have a list?"

"Of course, the price is still high," the boss was stunned when he found the wound on his face and neck. "What's the matter? Fighting with someone again?"

The man shrugged, but he didn't care much. "It's okay. I'll make them look good one day."

The boss sighed and was very sympathetic. In addition, he usually delivered meals quickly and guaranteed, so he gave him the list of high freight.

So, the man thanked again and again.

When he reached an apartment, he rang the doorbell and said respectfully, "Sir, your reservation has arrived."

People living here are either rich or expensive. Naturally, they should have a good attitude.

After a while, the door was opened with a squeak, revealing a tall and straight figure. The face was particularly handsome, but it was too cold and dignified.

The man glanced and his pupils shrank.

It's him.

Mu Beihan.

It's really a broken iron shoe. There's nowhere to find. It takes no time to get it.

"What am I doing? What else?" Mu Beihan took the meal and raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

Obviously, it was just a question. At that moment, the man felt that he was seen through by him. His heart was pounding and almost revealed.

"It's all right. I'm rude. I'm sorry." he quickly apologized and left.

Mu Beihan had no intention of entanglement and closed the door.

The man took a deep look, then went to a nearby corner and hid. This angle can just bring the apartment to the bottom of his eyes.

Then he took out his mobile phone and called the boss, "sorry, I have something urgent temporarily. Can I take a half day off?"

"Of course."

The boss sympathized with him, agreed without thinking about it, and told him to be careful all the way.

The man was grateful. After hanging up the phone, he still had a smile on his face, but he suddenly collapsed when he thought of his tired days.

The injury on his body hurt faintly, reminding him of the shame he had suffered.

Gradually, he clenched his fists and stared fiercely at the direction of the apartment.

He's going to get the $1 million.

in the house.

Mu Beihan hung up the phone and rubbed Jing Xia's face. "I'll go out later. Be careful when you stay at home alone. Don't let anyone in except me and secretary he."

"I understand. Be careful yourself."

Every time he would take the trouble to tell. Jing Xia listened and was very warm. She cherished the feeling of being missed at this moment, even if it was late and affectionate.

"Then I'll go."

After waiting for a long time, finally when mu Beihan went out, the thin man hiding in the dark gradually became excited and stared at his distant figure without blinking.

Almost half an hour later, he moved his stiff body, and then quickly dialed a phone.

The phone was soon connected, and a low and magnetic male voice came, "who is it?"