Yun Ming looked back, and sure enough he found a white van following him closely. No matter where he turned, that car would definitely follow him.
"Stop—" the cool voice echoed in the closed space, and it actually felt like giving an order.
With a "squeak" sound, the wheels left a deep mark on the ground. The door opened, and the little guy got out and knocked on the window of the van.
The brown car window slowly slid down, revealing the face of a wretched man. He looked at the little boy who suddenly appeared and said with a smile: "What's going on, little brother?"
His deliberately flattering tone made him sound more like a child trafficker.
Meng Xiaomo sneered secretly, but remained calm. His eyes curled up, and the corners of his mouth turned up: "Is uncle following me?"
Daddy is the president of Hao Group, and his every move must be watched by many people. No matter which company he is sent from, he will never let himself be used by others to blackmail Daddy.
"It's nothing... I just happened to be on my way, haha~~" The man scratched his head and shrank his shoulders uncomfortably under the little guy's burning eyes. He was obviously smiling, but there was something intimidating about him.
of fear
"That's good." The little guy shrugged his shoulders and said innocently: "I also kindly remind uncle that since you are not following me deliberately, there should be no danger, so I can rest assured! I'll leave first.
Goodbye, uncle!"
Saying that, turned and left
"Wait a minute, little brother, what danger do you mean?" Soon, the wretched man began to regret his talk.
Where he couldn't see, Xiao Mo's lips curled up slightly: "A lot of people have been following me recently, and for some reason, something happens every time. Last time, someone's car seemed to flip over the railing and explode. His whole body was burned.
It's like gray carbon. Last time, a person hit his head in a truck. Let alone the car, his body was deformed. This is not the scariest thing. I remember that there was another person who was following me on the way home from school.
He walked away from me for a while, and then his hand was bitten off by a Tibetan mastiff raised by a wealthy family. When he was sent to the hospital, he lost too much blood and rescue efforts were ineffective..."
He was still talking intermittently, with his fingers on his pursed lips, as if he was caught in some kind of memory. The wretched man in the car had long been frightened, blinking at him, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid all the way to black.
neck
"Uncle, why are you sweating? Don't worry, none of these things will happen to you."
Little Guitou, what you said is so mysterious, can I not worry?
The wretched man howled in his heart
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At night, Jin Bingyun avoided the eyes and ears of his classmates, walked around to the back door of the school, got into the luxury car specially made for transportation, took out his humble but priceless mobile phone, and saw many missed calls displayed on the screen. He called back: "Hello.
"Didn't I tell you not to call me during the day? How are things going?"
"Oh, my aunt, I won't do this business anymore. You'd better find a private detective. I still want to live for a few more years!" On the other end of the phone, a wretched man was howling in a simple office.
"Not going to do it?" Jin Bingyun frowned slightly: "You took a deposit of 50,000 from me, but if you say you don't want to do it, you won't do it. Do you still have any professional ethics?"