Meng Yifan, who was taken away by Zhang Hu and his party, directly returned to the hotel. No matter how hard Zhang Hu tried to wash the white for Zhang Jia, his people always walked on the road of the underworld. Naturally, it's not easy to get a person into the hotel.

At the moment, Meng Yifan has gradually regained consciousness. He smashed his dry cracked lips and blurred eyes. It seems that he has just experienced a serious illness and is gradually recovering.

"Water..." Meng Yifan whispered. His voice was weak, but Zhang Hu caught it. Suddenly, a sneer appeared at the corners of his mouth. He took a glass of tap water from the bathroom and poured it directly on Meng Yifan's face.

"Who... Who? Who's so desperate?" he is worthy of being a rich childe. He moved out these professional lines when he disagreed.

It's just that it's OK to frighten the common people with such words, but it's absolutely not good for Zhang Hu. In front of him, this is a person who may destroy the whole Zhangjia if he is a little careless. Zhang Hu is not used to it at all. The loud slap suddenly came out on Meng Yifan's cheek and Zhang Hu's palm.

"Meng Zong!" Zhang Hu bowed and pretended to respect Meng Yifan very much. He asked playfully, "I just saw mosquitoes on your face. You know how many mosquitoes there are in this season. Do you mind if I shoot you dead?"

"Zhang Hu?" a familiar voice came from Meng Yifan's ear, but he couldn't remember who the other party was for a moment. He could only look at each other carefully. His face suddenly changed and almost roared: "Why are you fucking not dead? You're not..."

"Pa..." before Meng Yifan finished his words, Zhang Hu slapped his backhand again, and then said with a smile: "there are really many mosquitoes in this season. It's really annoying to keep buzzing."

"I can warn you, Zhang Hu, if you don't let me go, when you fall into my hands, I will make your life worse than death." Meng Yifan was tied to the chair. From his neck to his feet, Meng Yifan was entangled with death without exception. He didn't want to escape, but he wanted to move, which seemed extremely laborious.

"Pa..." another slap. Zhang Hu slapped three times in a row, and still hit the same cheek. Even if Meng Yifan's bearing capacity was strong, his cheek felt slightly swollen.

He casually dragged a chair over. Zhang Hu and Meng Yifan sat face to face. There was a sneer at the corners of their mouths, but they said with a disapproval: "let me live better than die? I'm afraid you don't have this chance."

"If you can, I want to make your life worse than death. When you start with me, you should prepare for the worst." Zhang Hu's face changes. The fast-paced change is no slower than turning the book.

He strangled Meng Yifan's neck. If Zhao Sanjin hadn't said, to ensure that there was no sign of beating above Meng Yifan's neck, Zhang Hu wanted to fan Meng Yifan's company into a pig's head.

"You... You..." Meng Yifan's breathing became difficult. His throat was stuck. He was so stunned that Meng Yifan couldn't say a word. After a while, Zhang Hu slowly released his hand. His eyes were like jackals, stared at Meng Yifan fiercely and roared: "If you can't spend the rest of your life in the classroom this time, I promise I will use my way to make your world disappear."

Although Zhang Hu's eyes are not as murderous as Zhao Sanjin's, the fierce eyes that climb out of the dead can soften people's knees with only one eye. Zhang Hu can't learn and doesn't want to learn.

But even so, Meng Yifan still feels shivering with his dark eyes and threatening words.

He coughed violently twice, and Meng Yifan's face turned red. He didn't slow down this rhythm for a long time.

"Have a good rest and go to the execution ground tomorrow." Zhang Hu waited patiently until the early morning to threaten Meng Yifan. At present, Zhang Hu has said what he should say, and what he shouldn't say is what Meng Yifan doesn't deserve to know.

When Zhang Hu got up, he went directly to his room. His entourage immediately stuffed Meng Yifan's mouth with rags. He was stunned that Meng Yifan had reached his mouth, but there was no way to say it. He could only make a whine.

The tense and orderly arrangement of one night made Zhao Sanjin's goal closer and closer. At the gate of the company of "Liu's traditional Chinese medicine", there was a stage built with high-definition LED screens. Dozens of stools were neatly placed below. The large space reserved in front was a special place for all journalists to ask questions.

The whole stage is completely completed.

On the other hand, as early as last night, Liu Yingying had sent a notice to the leaders and bosses in the pharmaceutical industry one by one. I believe that with Liu Yingying's reputation, most of them will come.

In addition, those high-profile journalists invited by Xia Lingmo can trigger a dramatic shock in Jianghai city and even the whole country.

Li Dequan discredited and framed Zhao Sanjin's "Huanyu Group" with the problem of drugs. The reason why it did not achieve the expected effect was that the reaction in the society was not so fierce, just because the reporter's strength was not enough.

In the early morning, when the sun shines on the earth, the light from the floor glass shines in the house. It looks like the sparkling lake. It is very beautiful.

As on the first day, when Zhao Sanjin woke up, Xia Lingmo was no longer in bed. The smell of breakfast in the living room had spread to Zhao Sanjin's nose through the crack of the door, and there was a sense of forefinger movement.

Slowly put on his clothes. Zhao Sanjin stood at the glass window for a while, and then walked slowly towards the living room.

This feeling, which has never been before, makes Zhao Sanjin really in a trance. Originally, he always thought that the woman who prepared meals for Zhao Sanjin every morning must be Lin Qingqing, but he didn't expect that someone had let Zhao Sanjin experience this taste before Lin Qingqing.

"Thank you, ling'er." after receiving a glass of milk from Xia Lingmo, Zhao sank a mouthful, which was a mouth.

"Is it delicious?" Xia Lingmo smiled foolishly and looked forward to Zhao Sanjin. Xia Lingmo emphasized the taste of breakfast yesterday morning. Today is an improved version of yesterday. Xia Lingmo is naturally a little excited.

"Well, that's good." Zhao Sanjin let the fried egg taste in his mouth for a while, which gave Xia Lingmo a thumbs up and praised it again and again.

"Great." Xia Lingmo smiled like a flower and said with a little excitement: "it seems that my cooking is really good. I will..."

However, Xia Lingmo's words had stopped abruptly before he finished, and the excited pretty face gradually changed into a faint sense of loss. Even, the dark eyes were full of sadness, which made Zhao Sanjin ask, "what's the matter, ling'er, is there anything?"

Zhao Sanjin's sharp eyes naturally found the problem of Xia Lingmo, but even so, Xia Lingmo could only shake his head with a smile, put the fried eggs in his plate on Zhao Sanjin's plate, and said with a smile: "what can I do? It's really you. Eat quickly. After eating, we have to punish Meng Yifan."

Xia Lingmo urged Zhao Sanjin all the time, forcing Zhao Sanjin to temporarily suppress Xia Lingmo's strange move to the depths of his heart and quickly finish his breakfast.

……

As it was a commercial negotiation today, Xia Lingmo took the initiative to drive Maybach. Although Zhao Sanjin didn't know much about the car travel arrangement, he agreed and listened to Xia Lingmo's opinions.

When Liu Yingying arrived at "Liu's traditional Chinese medicine", Liu Yingying had already arrived one step ahead of Zhao Sanjin. Standing in front of the stage, he looked at the reporters who had begun to enter one after another, or the invited bosses in the pharmaceutical industry. Dozens of people had arrived first.

Seeing the arrival of Zhao Sanjin and Xia Lingmo, Liu Yingying's face inexplicably flushed with crimson. Fortunately, it soon dissipated. He walked slowly towards them and said with a smile: "morning!"

"Good morning!" Xia Lingmo replied with a smile.

"It doesn't start until ten o'clock. Liu always doesn't go to be busy first?" Zhao Sanjin was curious about how Liu Yingying stood here so early.

"I'm a shareholder. Well, I won't supervise you. In case you screw up, I can save the scene. So I have to get familiar with it first." Liu Yingying looked like a matter of course. He was stunned that Zhao Sanjin was speechless.

"Do you have confidence?" Zhao Sanjin didn't answer, but Liu Yingying still asked with some worry.

"That's natural." Zhao Sanjin smiled and looked at the group of Zhang Hu who had also appeared in the public's sight. Zhao Sanjin smiled and said, "go and have a look. I guess Meng Yifan was not less tortured last night. If his face is colored, I have to treat him."

Zhao Sanjin still knows Zhang Hu a little. He sent Zhang Hu into the squad room to avenge Liu YingYing and let Zhang Hu take Meng Yifan away. In fact, it is to give Zhang Hu an opportunity to revenge Meng Yifan. In short, as long as Zhang Hu is a smart man, he will have no problem in dealing with Meng Yifan as long as he doesn't kill him.

"Mr. Zhao." Zhang Hu, who was coming, took the lead in extending his hand and smiled respectfully.

"Is Meng Yifan okay?" Zhao Sanjin nodded, pointed to Meng Yifan who was still in the car and asked, "and when did he return to normal last night?"

"I slapped him." Zhang Hu felt his head awkwardly and told Zhao Sanjin truthfully. As for the time of waking up, Zhang Hu can only roughly say: "it's like more than one o'clock in the morning. In order to give him two slaps to let him know the pain, I was stunned. I didn't go to bed until he woke up."

Looking at Zhang Hu's face, Zhao Sanjin couldn't help laughing.

"That's troublesome." Zhao Sanjin patted Zhang Hu on the shoulder and said with a smile, "you can find a place to sit for a while. I'll go and see Meng Yifan."

At present, the clarification meeting is about to begin, and Zhao Sanjin must be fully prepared.