Madam, She’s Abusing Scum Again

Opened his desperate eyes.

There was a gloomy breath in the dim room.

The woman shivered, and the bone-thirsty coldness still pierced her flesh and blood, making her like an ice cellar.

The next moment, a heavy and slow pace came from the door.

A man walked in.

The peaked cap and black sweater are the familiar figure that can no longer be familiar.

What is not used in the past is that the man wore a mask today to cover up his appearance.

"It's you." The woman's eyes were excited.

The man walked slowly, pinching her chin, his tone was as cold as a dry well, "Unexpectedly, I saved you again."

Paused.

The man said again: "After all, this is the third time."

The first time, it was a car accident.

The second time, it was an underground place.

The third time was the rough sea.

The man has lost patience with her, and this woman is too perverse and out of control at all.

He doesn't like slaves with ideas.

The air dropped suddenly.

Suddenly, he grabbed the woman's messy hair fiercely, and said angrily: "Wen Ziyi, how many lives do you think you can kill? I save you, but you didn't make you trouble me."

"Ah..." Wen Zi's scalp was torn and painful, and he quickly begged for mercy, "I dare not, please let me go..."

She really didn't expect that she would still be alive.

She thought that she would die if she fell into the sea, but this mysterious man saved her again.

She woke up yesterday, but she still couldn't believe this fact.

Xiao Mo is dead, but she is alive.

It wasn't until now that she was completely awake.

"Don't you dare?" A trace of sullenness appeared on the man's face: "What do you dare not do? This is not the first time you make your own claim. Can you fight Xu Yan?"

Really irresponsible!

Insufficient and about to hit the gun, it was the first time he saw such a stupid and ignorant woman.

Hearing this, Wen Zimei received a strong impact, and his eyes were full of fierce aura.

She hated the two words Xu Yan deeply.

The situation that day is vivid, Xiao Mo actually chose to sacrifice her in order to save Xu Yan.

He really doesn't love her anymore.

Wen Zilai clenched his fists unconsciously, and his nails were embedded in the flesh, oozing bright red blood.

She hated Xu Yan and Xiao Mo even more.

It was Xiao Mo who killed her!

Facing the man's fierce black eyes, Wen Ziwei said softly: "I know I was wrong, I will never dare to do it again, please...trust me again."

"Humph!" The man snorted coldly, shook off her hair, and looked down at her condescendingly.

Wen Zimei collapsed on the bed, trying hard to prop up his weak body.

The man said coldly: "I'll give you another chance. If you are not obedient, don't blame me for being rude to you. Since I can save you, of course I can kill you."

"I know, I dare not." Wen Zimei's voice was crying, "I really dare not."

Willfulness comes at a price.

She once thought the only man she could rely on, now she also regarded her as a mustache.

The man looked at her with disgust in his eyes.

He originally regarded her as a chess piece, and thought she was a little valuable to save her, but the chess piece repeatedly disrupted his plan, which was really irritating.

Now that things are not developing as he planned, he can only change his strategy.

Xiao Mo's death was the biggest variable in his plan.

But this is not a bad thing, Xiao Mo has long been a useless person, and it is useless to keep it.

It would be boring to let Wen Zimei stare at him.

The top priority is to quickly occupy all the property in Xiao Mo's name and not give the Xiao family a chance to fight for this piece of fat.

The man suppressed his anger, and asked impatiently: "Where are the documents I gave you, are the fingerprints all pressed?"

It was agreed to give her three days, but the delay was a year.

He has long been impatient.

"Press...press it..." Wen Zimei's body couldn't help trembling, and his voice was trembling.

"What about things?"

"Yes, at Xiao Mo's house."

The man's eyes darkened, "Get it back to me right away."

"Yes, I'm going now." Wen Ziyi staggered out of the bed and almost fell.

The man sat on the chair, spit out a few words between his thin lips, "Half an hour."

He gave her half an hour and didn't want to wait any more.

Wen Zimei nodded and said yes, dragging his unrecovered body out of the room.

Outside the door, Qing Feng, the man's most powerful subordinate, had been waiting for a long time.

Wen Zimei glanced at him, then quickly avoided.

She knew that she would never escape the palm of this group of people.

And the man who had saved her three times was an out-and-out demon.

Qing Feng took Wen Ziai to Xiao Mo's palace villa.

Wen Zimei quickly found the document he had hidden.

She took the documents and returned to the man.

The whole process took less than half an hour.

The moment the man got the file, there was obvious joy and a trace of pride on his face.

Watching the man leave, Wen Zimei collapsed on the ground, feeling numb with fear.

She gradually collapsed. How did she get to where she is today?

The man she loves most always loves Xu Yan deeply.

And the man who loved her the most also fell in love with Xu Yan imperceptibly.

why!

Why doesn't everyone love her!

...

Chic English style small western-style building.

A man in black clothes was sitting in the softly lit living room. On the white jade coffee table in front of him, there were two contracts with similar contents.

Qing Feng asked curiously: "Boss, you already own all the shares of Mofeng Group. What do you plan to do next?"

"Sell it." The man said lightly.

Xiao Mo's life's hard work will soon be wasted.

"Sell it?" Qing Feng's eyes were filled with surprise, and he asked incomprehensibly: "It took us so much effort to win the ink style and just sell it like this?"

The man picked up the file on the table and threw it to Qingfeng who was aside, "Sell it, let's create another miracle by ourselves."

Qing Feng responded quickly, "I understand."

Holding the two contracts, Qing Feng's expression was a bit complicated. One of the two contracts was signed by Xiao Mo himself, while the other was signed by Wen Zimei imitating Xiao Mo's handwriting.

The one signed by Xiao Mo himself was the agreement signed with the clown that day in order to buy bone marrow news.

These two contracts are actually contracts for the transfer of shares.

The man in front of him was the "clown" who sold the news to Xiao Mo.

He has been wandering between Wen Zimei and Xiao Mo as two identities.

Qing Feng looked at the clown, "Boss, what about that woman?"

"Keep her first, and later, there will be places where she is useful."

Speaking of Wen Zimei, the clown has lost all patience. If he can, he would like to choke that useless woman to death.

But Wen Zimei wasn't completely useless, at least she helped him win the ink wind.

On this point, Wen Zimei still has a great credit.

Qing Feng didn't ask too much, holding the document, and said respectfully: "Then I will go ahead and do things first."

"Go." The clown waved his hand, his tone was as cold as ice.

The clown came to the balcony, lit a cigarette and started smoking.

He raised his eyes and looked at the sky, thousands of stars fell into his eyes.

The clown sighed with emotion.

Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo, why did you fall in love with that woman?

You really shouldn't fall in love with her.

If you can be a little bit obedient, you won't fall to today's ending.

I didn't want to target you, but to blame you for being too unresolute.

All of this is your own fault.

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