MTL - Former Cannon Fodder’s Self-help Manual-Chapter 5 Fucking married to a scumbag (5)

The security guard stretched his head to look at the screen, Liu Ping quickly pulled out the switch, pointed at the door: "You go out first."

He nodded obediently, got up and pulled the chair away,

After the security guard left, Liu Ping turned on the computer, deleted the monitor, and cleared the memory in one go. After deleting, he slumped on the chair, touched the sweat on his forehead, and sighed: "The life of the rich is really chaotic."

After sighing, he still had to pull himself together, thinking about how he should speak when Mr. Jane asked.

Obviously, Mr. Jane doesn't know that the woman with whom she had a lot of trouble last night is having an affair with her son. If Jane knows... Huh? If Jane always knows, hehehe.

Liu Ping slapped himself a big ear, thinking about something all day long.

So instead of sending Xia Changhan to Boss Jian's bed, he had to find a way to hide it, otherwise it would be exciting for the media to find out about it.

Thinking of this, he struggled to get up from the chair, opened the door, ordered the security guard to keep watch, and walked away in a trance.

Seeing that the leader was in a daze, the security guard swayed and swayed as he walked, as if he had been hit hard. Combined with the fact that the leader in front made him magnify a woman's face, he deeply suspected that the leader might be on the surveillance Saw his wife cuckolding him.

After the security guard sat down and turned on the monitor, he was surprised to find that all the files in the hard drive had been deleted. He was even more sure of his thoughts, and couldn't help but sigh: "Oh, the lives of rich people are really chaotic."

The sun was already high, Jian Ming hadn't caught Xia Changhan yet, he was furious, slapped the table and threw bowls, scaring the four strong men into huddling together like four little swans.

Jian Ming kicked over the stool, pointed at the noses of the four little swans and cursed: "Waste, waste, a bunch of waste," scolding so impassionedly that the saliva spewed out involuntarily.

The little swan boss wiped his face and whispered, "I'm sorry."

Angrily, Jian Ming kicked over another stool, and said indiscriminately, "You **** dare to wipe your face?"

Little Swan Chief: "???"

He tentatively stuck out his tongue and licked the saliva splashed on his mouth: "Otherwise... I lick it clean?"

Jian Jian was almost overwhelmed by his anger.

"Get out, get out, **** me."

The four little swans lined up in a row and rolled out disheveledly. Jian Ming loosened his tie angrily and drank water.

Bai Youyou swayed her waist lightly, walked in front of Jian Ming with a charming gait, and stroked his back: "Calm down, if it doesn't work this time, there will be a next time."

Jian Ming: "Next time, the position under my **** will not be guaranteed."

Bai Youyou poured him a glass of water: "Your mother has already helped you control public opinion, don't worry, Xia Changhan can't afford to turn up too much trouble."

Jian Ming took the water and didn't drink it: "Fortunately, my mother is on my side, otherwise the boat would have capsized in the gutter last time."

Bai Youyou said angrily: "That's right, with such a big backer, what are you worried about?"

Jian Jian put down the water glass, picked up Bai Youyou and walked to the bedroom: "That's right, the public opinion is controlled by my mother, how can Xia Changhan deal with me? She is like a tiger whose teeth and nails have been pulled out, as long as she is caught She can be slaughtered by us."

Bai Youyou smiled coquettishly and hugged Jian Jian's neck tightly, her legs tightly wrapped around his waist, as if she was tightly wrapping around a bright future.

The weather in early spring was still a bit chilly, and Xia Changhan didn't look obtrusive wearing a scarf. She left in a hurry without her mobile phone and wallet, so she had to stop a taxi and head straight to the little sister's house.

The little sister is called Jiang Nan, she is an outsider, her family owns a mine, and she spends her days doing nothing but doing business.

Because she doesn't like Jian Ming, every time she sees Jian Jian like a rooster, she insists on pecking him twice, Xia Changhan is caught in the middle and it's not easy to behave, and she has no contact with the little sister over time.

From Xia Changhan's point of view, it's not worthwhile to alienate a little sister for a scumbag man. It's hard to find a bosom friend, and men with two legs are all over the street. If the system proposes to borrow some money from a little sister, She immediately took a taxi and went straight to the little sister's house.

The little sister's home is in a rich area, the taxi stopped in front of a single-family villa, Xia Changhan went up and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a few minutes, Jiang Nan ran down from upstairs to open the door for Xia Changhan.

She came up and punched Xia Changhan without saying a word.

"Cough, cough, cough," Xia Changhan was so weak after being tossed all night, he coughed straight after being punched by Jiang Nan.

Jiang Nan worried: "Why are you so hypocritical, let's talk about it first."

Xia Changhan asked her for 50 yuan to give to the taxi driver and followed her into the house.

Jiang Nan helped her sit down on the sofa, her palm touched Xia Changhan's suit, the delicate and soft fabric was very similar to a custom made in her memory. After Xia Changhan sat down, she twisted her fingers and said excitedly, "Are you rich?"

Xia Changhan was at a loss when he heard such nonsensical words: "Why make a fortune?"

"This suit of yours can't be taken off without seven figures."

Xia Changhan clutched his chest and almost couldn't breathe. He was wearing bright red tickets.

With difficulty, she squeezed out a sentence: "My friend lent me the clothes."

Jiang Nan didn't doubt that there was him. Looking at the haggard Xia Changhan, his brows suddenly turned upside down: "I told you earlier that the simple eyebrows and mouse eyes are unreliable, but you still don't believe it. Now you have tasted the bitter fruit."

Xia Changhan lowered his eyebrows and pleasing to the eye: "I have tasted it."

Jiang Nan: "A few days ago, I couldn't get through to you, and I couldn't get through to squat in front of your house. I thought you were dead."

Xia Changhan smiled and said, "Isn't this living well?"

Jiang Nan pointed Xia Changhan's forehead with his index finger: "You are still poor."

The two were chatting, laughing and making a fuss, as if they had never had a relationship. Jiang Nan accompanied Xia Changhan to reissue a mobile phone card, bought a new mobile phone, and the seven-digit number of Yu'e Bao returned to Xia Changhan. She generously invited Jiang Nan to eat hot pot at the most expensive hot pot restaurant in the capital, and Jiang Nan also You're welcome, I ordered a large table of dishes.

The butter hot pot was very tasty, and the hot Xia Changhan was sweating on his forehead. She took off her scarf, put it on the chair, picked up a piece of fat beef and put it in her mouth.

Jiang Nan inadvertently looked up and saw that Xia Changhan's slender neck was bruised and purple, and the skin had been sucked to the point where it was severe, and he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear in shock.

She hesitated for a moment, and asked, "Are you still in contact with Jianming?"

The bottom of the butter pot was too hot, Xia Changhan wiped his sweat and said, "I'm at odds with him, how could I still contact him."

"Then what happened to your neck?"

Xia Changhan threw down his chopsticks and grabbed his neck violently, quickly tied on the scarf, and said perfunctorily, "It's all right."