Tong Xiaolin's actions and words were indeed unacceptable. Not to mention Chen Tian who couldn't bear it, even the person involved, Zhou Fuhai, was stunned for a while, not knowing what to do.
"Don't you understand?" Tong Xiaolin asked, staring at Chen Tian.
"I understand, even if you want to reject me, you don't have to do so. You won't like people like Zhou Fuhai at all." Chen Tian said with some dissatisfaction.
"Do you like a despicable kid like you?" Tong Xiaolin didn't spare Chen Tian any favors: "Chen Tian, you'd better not use such childish methods to get close to me in the future."
"Did you see it? My woman." Zhou Fuhai took Tong Xiaolin into his arms. Tong Xiaolin did not struggle and was very calm.
Chen Tian gritted his teeth and left angrily. As soon as he left, Zhou Fuhai let go of his hand, like a fairy who emerged from the mud and was unsullied, how could he let himself be so stained.
"Do you know why he approached you?" Zhou Fuhai deliberately kept a distance from Tong Xiaolin.
"They probably want to investigate me and know my true identity." Tong Xiaolin smiled slightly, her smile was peaceful: "Other than that, I can't think of anything else."
"Chen Tian still has some background, so he's not that easy to deal with."
"Even if he tries hard, he can't find me out." Tong Xiaolin's smile did not diminish.
"What if I want to know your share?"
"When the time is right, someone will tell you. This person is definitely not me." Tong Xiaolin was not pretentious. Zhou Fuhai deliberately kept a distance from her, and she did not take the initiative to follow him.
The two of them chatted about some innocuous topics, neither too deep nor too shallow, not too passionate, but neither cold to each other, and they got along fairly harmoniously. After having a meal with Tong Xiaolin, Zhou Fuhai went home.
In the evening, when Zhou Fuhai was about to take a rest, the phone rang suddenly. It was an unfamiliar number. He vaguely realized that something had happened and went outside to answer the phone.
"Zhou Fuhai?" There was a very old voice on the phone.
"Yes, who are you?" Zhou Fuhai asked alertly.
"Know Mengzi?" the old man said softly: "He is in our hands now. If you want to save him, just come to me with what I want."
"What?" Zhou Fuhai pretended to be confused.
"You know what you're asking, I'll give you one hour. If not, you can collect his body." After the old man finished speaking, he hung up the phone, followed by a text message with a detailed description of the address.
Putting down the phone, Zhou Fuhai lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall to take a few puffs. Once the things were really given to them, not only Mengzi's life could not be saved, but his own life could not be saved. What happened to that group of people?
Zhou Fuhai knew very well that if he really didn't give them the things, Mengzi would definitely be in trouble this time. Although Mengzi acted recklessly, he still had certain use value, and he couldn't be allowed to die at this time.
Nearly an hour later, Zhou Fuhai arrived at the designated location. It was the only hotel with a star in the town. In order to build this hotel, the town invested a lot of manpower, financial and material resources, and it can be regarded as one of the symbolic buildings of the town.
In front of the door of Room 501, Zhou Fuhai stopped and knocked. The person who opened the door was a woman, dressed in a professional secretary's attire, wearing a short skirt and a small shirt. Two plump peaks were about to come out, and her two beautiful legs were straight.
They were close together, delicate and soft, wearing a pair of black stockings and black sandals. The well-behaved girl smiled at Zhou Fuhai very handsomely.
"Are you Mr. Zhou?" the girl asked.
"Yes." Zhou Fuhai looked at the girl. She should be the kind of character who would do everything else except go home with the boss.
"The boss is waiting for you, please." The girl stepped aside gracefully and made a gesture of please.
Zhou Fuhai was not polite and walked in directly. Since he dared to enter the dragon's pond and tiger's den, he knew that he had to calm down first, at least not to lose the position in front of the opponent.
There were three people sitting in the hotel. One of them was Mengzi. He had no scars on his body. He was chatting with an old man. They seemed to be having a good time. Zhou Fuhai frowned slightly at this time. He didn't know that these people were talking to Mengzi.
