However, Yan Yongzhi has long been accustomed to his way of speaking, and is invulnerable to all kinds of poison. She can even choke back a tooth for tooth: "So usually you won't kidnap me. If you want to kidnap me, I will kidnap you."
As he spoke, he stepped on his ten-inch high heels, Bu Zheng Bu Yi just stepped on Yan Mu Bei's left foot.
Yan Mubei's veins jumped: "Aunt Yan, you stepped on me."
Snapped.
A slap was slapped on Yan Mubei's back, which made the frightened Young Master Yan jump forward.
I almost fell on the plate of boiled fish.
"Yan Yongzhi." A certain man was furious.
"You brat, is your mother's maiden name yours?" Another slap from Biliba.
Yan Mubei was going crazy, wandering between lifting the table and not lifting the table.
Lin Qianqian looked at the bickering mother and son, feeling amazed in her heart.
This is the most bizarre mother and son she has ever seen.
The way they get along is mind-boggling.
The meal was finished in a hurry, and everyone left in a hurry.
Lin Qianqian helped Yan Mubei back to her room. He sat on the sofa and read documents while she packed her clothes and took a shower.
After meeting again, the two people got along harmoniously for the first time.
After a while, Lin Qianqian rubbed her wet hair and took a hair dryer and sat in front of the dressing table to blow her hair. The buzzing sound of the hair dryer covered the tranquility in the room.
While blowing, she peeked in the mirror at the man sitting on the sofa.
The distance was a bit far, so she couldn't clearly see the expression on his slightly drooped face, but she could see that he was very focused and serious, and he moved the pen in his hand for a long time without being disturbed by her at all.
Seeing that he didn't take her seriously, Lin Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief, dried her hair and climbed into bed.
When she went to bed, Yan Mubei raised his eyes and glanced at her, then lowered his head to check the information.
That was the information on the group of masked men who attacked the main hall during the day, twenty-five copies, each detailing the details of their lives.
And he looked for clues from these data, anything that could be used.
It has to be said that Mr. Chai used his troops like a god this time. He actually used three levels of connections to win over the evil forces from Taiwan to help him.
There are layers of suspicions, and even if he wants to track down the mastermind, he will still have to spend a lot of time.
But Mr. Chai is missing something. In this city, there is no one else who dares to go against Yan Mubei, who dares to act so arrogantly, except him.
Plus they have a living mouth on their hands.
——Masked Man C.
The murderer who was captured alive by Guo Fenglai was hanging upside down in the warehouse outside the effect, with his head missing.
Those who were able to withstand Qi Yifeng's torture and finally survive and walk out, no one has been able to break this record so far.
Masked Man C is no exception. Before his death, he revealed something important.
It turns out that this week, Chai Lao had a group of human traffickers who came to C City from other provinces to replenish the fresh blood in his business.
Yan Mubei wanted the police to intercept his goods and find out about his human trafficking.
Oh, now it’s fun.
The night is deep and silent.
The faint sound of sleeping snores sounded in the silent room.
Yan Mubei put down the information in his hand, walked out of the terrace and called Deng Liang to tell him what to do next.
His voice was deliberately lowered, subconsciously fearing to disturb the sleeping people in the bed.
Afterwards, he went back to the bedroom, put down his cell phone, dimmed the lights in the room, and then walked into the bathroom to take a shower.
Men always take showers very quickly, unlike women, who take a bath towel to dry the water on their bodies and then walk out.