He looked at the secretary in front of him who was all red and soft after being touched by him, with a watery look in his eyes. [ ]
The lustful and evil thoughts in Song Yuanming's heart came to his head again.
Hehe said with a smile.
"You little ****, you have helped me a lot this time. Let me feed you to your full capacity at once."
After saying that, he couldn't help but put the caress on the table again, tore the short skirt that the latter had just put on to pieces and pushed in.
But before Song Yuanming could move a few times, the huge door of the office banged loudly, and someone knocked him in from the outside.
The loud noise and the dust raised almost made Song Yuanming, who was about to enjoy it, almost become impotent.
Just like this, he held his mistress underneath him and looked at the door in an ugly posture.
"Mr. Song, you are so happy. I am a secretary when I have something to do, and I am a secretary when I have nothing to do. You have explained this sentence accurately."
Before anyone could come in, Song Yuanming heard the sound coming from outside.
When he heard this voice, his expression changed drastically, and the next moment, Ye Huang came in with the monks and several others.
"Monk, don't be so violent next time. It costs tens of thousands to teach you anything. It's such a waste of violence. If you carry it back and press it in your own home, it can prevent thieves."
When Ye Huang walked into the house, he did not look at Song Yuanming, who was still maintaining a missionary posture. Instead, he pointed at the mahogany door that was kicked off by the monk and said with great distress.
"Young master taught me a lesson, I will never do this again next time." The monk nodded, looking regretful.
As for Song Yuanming, his face twitched when he looked at the mahogany door on the floor.
I worked as a real estate developer and deceived others every day. I didn't expect that the so-called security door I installed was also hacked.
But at this time, Song Yuanming was not in the mood to care about who installed the security door for him, but raised his eyes to look at Ye Huang.
"How did you get in? What do you want to do?"
"That's a good question, Mr. Song. I also want to ask you. You have been asking people to go to Sister Yan's place to cause trouble over and over again. What are you going to do?"
"Mr. Song, you and I are both adults. Don't tell me that you are just playing nonsense because you are full. Even a three-year-old child would not believe this."
Entering the room, Ye Huang rudely found a seat on the sofa next to him and looked at Song Yuanming and the female secretary who was still posing seductively with a sneer.
Not to mention that although Song Yuanming is not a thing, the woman he found is quite tasteful. She has an ass and an ass, and breasts and breasts. If she didn't have peach blossom eyes, she would be a pretty good girl.
The scream just now made Ye Huang and this group of men listen to a lot of erotic drama.
Especially now, the group of boys following him kept looking at that woman randomly, almost making them laugh out loud.
Regarding this situation, Ye Huang could only smile bitterly.
After thinking that the matter would be resolved, I gave them some money and let these animals have some fun on their own.
Hearing Ye Huang's questioning, Song Yuanming's expression changed.
"I don't understand what you are talking about. Yanyan and I are not only classmates, but she is also the woman I love deeply. Do you think I will have trouble with her?"
"That's not necessarily the case. You, Mr. Song, dare to kill your own roommates. Sister Yan is just a classmate. Maybe you really dare to kill her."
Ye Huang raised his eyebrows and said sarcastically.
"What do you mean?"
"It doesn't mean anything. I just want to remind you that you are not worthy of the word love! Also, you are not the one who calls me Yanyan, but the little secretary in front of you can call her Mimi. I won't care."
Ye Huang seemed to be making a joke, sitting there and talking lazily.
Song Yuanming, who had already pulled up his pants, had a cold expression on his face.
"Is this the Song Group that you came to destroy?"
"I guess there shouldn't be anyone else except us, right?"
"You are so brave, aren't you afraid that I will call the police and arrest you all?"
"Call the police? Mr. Song, welcome, I wish you all. You sent someone to smash up my and Sister Yan's hotpot restaurant. I was about to call the police. The witnesses and physical evidence are all there, and oh, by the way, there are also recordings. You hurry up and call the police.
I'm also waiting for the police to come, do you want me to give you my cell phone?"
When Emperor Ye said this, Song Yuanming's expression changed again.
From the latter's words, Song Yuanming knew that the people he sent to destroy the store to disrupt Jiang Yan's opening probably fell into the hands of this kid.
And there is something in this guy's words. This recording is obviously not referring to what happened in the hot pot restaurant.
Could it be...
Song Yuanming suddenly remembered that someone knocked on the door just now and he yelled at him and then lost his voice. Cold sweat instantly flowed down his face.
If what I just said were coming from ordinary people, there would be nothing wrong with it.
But since he is the boss of the Song Group and a real estate developer, this method of leading public opinion to deliberately raise housing prices is suspected of fraud.
If the higher-ups find out about this, then they will really suffer.
Even if you can't get in by yourself, I don't know how much it will cost just to fill in the gap.
"What do you want?"
After much thought, he was still prepared to have a calm talk with Ye Huang, maybe everything would turn around.
"It's not what I want, but what Mr. Song wants. Sister Yan and I will open a hot pot restaurant. Why do you, the boss of such a big group, always looking for someone to get involved when you have nothing to do?"
"Also, don't you think your skin is thicker than a pig's skin? Sister Yan said she has no interest in you, but why is she harassing you every day?"
"What do you want?"
Song Yuanming said with a gloomy face.
"It's very simple, apologize! Restore the reputation of Ke Lai Ju."
"No! I can give you some money."
When he heard that Ye Huang asked him to apologize, Song Yuanming, who had always paid great attention to his external image, would not agree and directly rejected Ye Huang's conditions.
"Money? Do you think money can solve all problems? Do you think I am short of money?"
"Apologise and restore your reputation! Otherwise, I will make you look good!"
"You can hand over your so-called recordings and other evidence to the police station. At worst, I'll just spend some money to deal with it. Do you think I'm really afraid of you?"
Song Yuanming said coldly.
"Haha, it seems that Mr. Song is very rich. Since you said so, I won't talk nonsense to you. Monk, how are you doing with the brothers outside?"
"It's almost there, it's almost reaching the top floor."
"Okay, let me smash this house too. Remember not to smash the wine. I'll move them all away. If you mess with me, I'll kill you!"
With a cold snort, Ye Huang stood up and walked out of the office without even looking at Song Yuanming.
Inside the room, the monk waved to a group of people, and they all rushed forward.
Following Song Yuanming's roar, chickens and dogs jumped up in the room.
