"Mr. Jin, what you ordered has now been completed. All Weibo content related to Lin Shen Shen and Zhang Yang has been deleted, and some users who scolded them fiercely have also been blocked."
Jin Yang completely forgot that these were all things he had ordered. He just thought that he had not replied to Lin Shenshen’s extremely unpleasant Weibo just now, so he shouted angrily: “Who told you to block these messages?
!”
The assistant on the other end of the phone was so angry that he didn't dare to say anything. After a while, he cautiously said, "It's Mr. Jin, you gave the order!"
Jin Yang was speechless for a moment, feeling that the depression in his heart was becoming more and more uncomfortable, so he snorted coldly, and then hung up the phone with a "pop".
He felt like there was a fire in his heart, burning fiercely. He knew that he was really angry now. Regarding that woman, he had clearly promised not to care about her, but he always felt the same way first than anyone else.
.
He saw all the insulting words on Weibo being scolded at Lin Shen, and he felt as uncomfortable as if the scolding was directed at him.
Isn’t it just your own body?
Lin Shenshen is his pet peeve. Now that his pet peeve is being scolded like this, can he feel better?
Jin Yang frowned, couldn't help but picked up his phone and reopened Weibo. He knew clearly that the people in the Bo Di Group did things neatly, but he still couldn't help but search for Zhang Yang's wife, and the result was still nothing.
Any search information.
Jin Yang's chest was so tight that he gritted his teeth. He couldn't help but raise his hand and hit it hard on the balcony. His flesh and blood body touched the solid white jade railing. His fist was so hard that his skin was quickly broken and there was blood.
It flowed out, but he still felt uneasy. He raised his foot and kicked the flowerpot on the side, which also caused the wicker chair to fall apart. Finally, he gritted his teeth and pointed the phone in his hand at the balcony.
Throw it out.
The mobile phone showed a parabola and hit the head of the wishing fountain girl in the fountain downstairs. Then it bounced out and fell heavily into the fountain, causing a large splash of water.
Jinyang walked up and down the balcony angrily. At the end, he felt that the anger in his heart was still lingering. Finally, he went back to the bedroom, took the car key, went downstairs angrily, picked up the car, and drove straight away.
"Royal Palace".
Qin Sheng gathered at a table at the "Imperial Palace" tonight. When Jin Yang arrived, Qin Sheng and others had already played several cups of wine together and were leaning on the soft sand comfortably and lazily talking about things.
Jinyang pushed open the door of the box and didn't say too many words. He sat next to Qin Sheng with a bit of boredom. He picked up a clean crystal glass, added some ice cubes to himself, and filled it with whiskey.
Then he picked it up and said nothing.
The cold and stimulating liquid rolled down his throat, slightly making Jin Yang's angry chest feel more comfortable.
Qin Sheng raised his hand, put one hand on Jin Yang's shoulder, and filled Jin Yang with wine with the other hand: "Xiao Haiyang, when I asked you to come out to play this afternoon, didn't you say you didn't want to play? Why are you running here again now?
?”
Jin Yang curled his lips, chuckled twice, picked up the wine glass and clinked it with Qin Sheng's glass, then continued to drink up the wine, then picked up the wine bottle, filled it up again, and continued to drink another glass.
