Wu Xiong's heart was full of anger, fuck him, whoever disturbed his plan at this time, chopped him into pieces and fed them to the dogs!
On the sofa, Wang Qingyun, who was about to burn, said weakly:
"Brother Angkor, hurry...open the door and see who it is."
"Brother, don't worry. Today, the King of Heaven is here, and I can't delay your good deeds!" Wu Xiong walked to the door with a dark face.
Boom--boom--boom!
The knocking on the door got louder, and a deep voice came from outside the door: "Xiaoyun! Are you there? I'll open the door and come in!"
Just as Wu Xiong turned the door handle, the private room door was kicked open, bang!
Wu Xiong was beaten hard, and like a kite with its string broken, he was slapped back onto the sofa.
Two burly men walked into the house. The one in front was called Meng Feng, who was my mother’s driver, and the one behind was his brother, Meng Song. Both brothers were retired special forces. How could those soldiers and crab generals outside the door be able to stop them? .
Wu Xiong's eyes flashed with cruelty, damn, why are you so unlucky today? First he was spit on, then he was smashed, and now he dares to cause trouble on his own territory.
"Xiaoyun, you agreed to have a drink with us, why are you here alone!" With that, Meng Feng walked towards Wang Qingyun.
"Meng...Brother Meng, I'm sorry...I missed my appointment."
Seeing Meng Feng coming, the moment he finished speaking, Wang Qingyun loosened his tight strings. He could no longer control the fire in his heart and impulsively took a bite of the fragrance.
Well, don’t tell me, it’s quite sweet.
Drinking poison to quench thirst is like pouring a ladle of water on a fire thousands of miles away. Not only does it fail to stop the fire, but the fire and water stirs up, and in fact becomes more intense and sizzling.
Seeing this, Meng Feng lifted the "ugly" Wang Qingyun onto his shoulders and turned to leave.
Wu Xiong stood up and stopped him, with a sinister face:
"This friend came to my place to disrupt the situation without saying anything. I'm afraid it's not good."
Meng Feng pointed at Wang Qingyun and said: "I am his brother!"
At this moment.
Click——
ah!
A cry of pain came from the door. It turned out that Meng Song had twisted the leg of the bodyguard just now. Although it was not broken, the leg was pulled on the back. The huge pain made the footman roar in pain.
"We are here to take our brother home. I don't know what we know." Meng Song looked at Wu Xiong with a smile, his eyes full of excitement, as if he was deliberately forcing Wu Xiong to say something wrong so that he would have an excuse and start killing immediately.
Wu Xiong was in trouble for a moment, damn, don't let him go, he is riding a tiger and can't get off, let him go, this time, if this kid reacts next time, everything he has done will not be wasted, and he will give the Canglang Gang a rival.
The momentum of the war continues to rise, just as the two sides are about to break out.
Wang Qingyun shouted with his remaining sense:
"Feng...Brother Feng, take...that woman away too. It was a gift from Angkor to me. I...we are all brothers, don't...don't start a conflict."
Wu Xiong secretly rejoiced in his heart. Fortunately, Wang Qingyun was drugged, and now his mind was filled with women. As long as the other party recognized that it was a gift from him and not a trap, then everything would be fine.
Heaving a sigh of relief, Wu Xiong pretended to be surprised and clasped his fists with his hands: "I've never heard Brother Wang mention you. It's really a flood that has washed away the Dragon King Temple. The whole family doesn't know each other."
After saying that, he yelled out the door: "Scream, we are all brothers, don't get carried away, go down and rest!"
With Wu Xiong's first warning, the Meng brothers successfully brought Wang Qingyun out of the tiger's den, as well as the iceberg-like woman.
The car was shuttling down the street, and it was quiet, and no one spoke.
Mengsong, who was in the passenger seat, was very unhappy. The young master took him out without eating even after receiving a text message.
When we went to the scene, the romantic partner was going to perform a full show in the bar, and his brother also delayed her, and finally brought a woman with him. It was so damn rich that the wine and meat stinked, the road was frozen to death, dirty, disgusting!
Meng Feng thought otherwise. The text messages sent by Wang Qingyun were very rich. This Wu Xiong poured medicine into him to use him as a leverage to get him rescued quickly.
He knew Wu Xiong, one of the five major hall leaders of the Canglang Gang.
As one of the two major underground forces in Yangqian City, the only things that attracted their attention to the Canglang Gang were Wang Qingyun's background, his father who was the secretary of the Municipal Law Committee, and his mother who was the president of the ICBC branch.
Meng Feng was not surprised that he could call for help. What surprised him was that Wang Qingyun's text message was actually sent from Wu Xiong's mobile phone, and the room number, location, and situation were clearly stated, which was very abnormal.
In addition, the words in the private room that resolved the conflict were completely unlike those spoken by a high school senior, as if they were precisely designed.
The corners of Wang Qingyun's mouth were full of blood, and he kept biting his tongue to remind himself to wake up.
Looking at the bustling but awkward street lights on the street, there are uncles and aunties pushing carts selling sticky cakes, and the banyan tree surrounded by three people is full of red ropes...
All these scenes that only existed in his memory told him the fact that he was really reborn, and was reborn into an era that changed his destiny.
Gently rubbing the loyalty ring on his right hand, blazing fire burned in Wang Qingyun's eyes.
The regrets of the past life will never be repeated in this life. In his mind, the picture of future power changes is clearly displayed.
In the eyes of ordinary people, this is just a change of leaders, but to him, it is tantamount to having all the liquidity in the world and knowing in advance the time and extent of the sharp rise and fall.
The huge benefits in this are enough to change the entire Yan Kingdom and create a power like a giant. Coupled with the understanding of future generations, Wang Qingyun's vision is no longer satisfied with the country, but the whole world.
"Freemasonry, Hilton Principality, we will meet again." He murmured softly.
A wild and domineering aura that looked down on the world burst out from his eyes.
A real man cannot live without money for a day, let alone lose power for a day.
I come, I see, I conquer.
In this world, I, Wang Qingyun, am here!
嘤——
Just when Wang Qingyun was pressing down on his evil fire, a soft, boneless, hot hand touched his waist quietly.
The "woman" woke up and looked at him with a flushed face. Her charming little face was burning and shining, like a depth bomb, which shattered Wang Qingyun's heart and released strong desire.
Holding hands, an ambiguous and sticky breath intertwined in their breaths.
Wang Qingyun was heartbroken:
"Brother Meng...take me back to the hotel."
"OK--"
Mengfeng turned around, turned the car through the side road, entered the main street, and stopped in front of a fifteen-story hotel.
After getting off the car, the two-meter-high Qingyuan Hotel with the words "Qingyuan Hotel" hanging in gold on the roof. There is a circular fountain in front of the hotel. The water column sparkles under the colorful light. When the wind blows, the abundant water vapor brings A little refreshing.
Holding the woman in his arms, Wang Qingyun walked to the exclusive elevator, inserted the card, and went straight to his room.
Ding--
The elevator door opens, click.
Wang Qingyun used the last of his sense to open the door, and the two entered the room. The door closed with a crash, and the flames that had been endured spread instantly.
…
At this time, silence is better than sound. This is a coordination that has existed since ancient times, mysterious and solemn.
Downstairs, Meng Feng called Wang Qingyun's mother.
"Mr. Han, we have sent Qingyun back to the hotel, you don't have to worry."
"Excuse me, his father scolded him again today. The child said he wanted to go out and relax. I was about to call him. Will he come to you for a drink again?"
Listening to Han Man's question, Meng Feng told the truth about the specific situation.
There was a pause on the phone for ten seconds before Han Man's words rang out: "Brother Meng, thank you so much for today. If it weren't for you, my old Wang wouldn't even know he was in trouble.
I won’t say any more polite words, thank you! "
"That's right, Mr. Han..."
Mengfeng leaned on the black raptor and looked up upstairs, with a layer of worry in his eyes.
"Brother, that kid is doing something that is not what a person should do. You won't have to guard him all night." His younger brother Mengsong poked his head out of the car.
"Xiaosong, what happened today is not as simple as you think. If Xiaoyun did what he did in the bar and someone beat him up afterwards, what do you think our benefactor would do?"
Only then did Mengsong react, and he immediately put his head back, holding his tongue, and said slowly:
"Anyway, I don't like that boy. He's a bitch and doesn't look like a man at all."
"The instructor asked you to use your brain more, but you just didn't listen..."
Monzon covered his ears and turned the back of his head towards his elder brother.
After cleaning up his brother, Meng Feng took out his cell phone and continued to reflect on the text message just now. There was a strong calmness between the lines.
Since you are not stupid, why did you fall into such a trap?
Could it be that Wang Qingyun deliberately used his body to feed the tiger to give Wu Xiong peace of mind so that he could use the knife later?
But if this is the case, then what if he is not able to come due to an emergency? Meng Feng couldn't see through this Wang Qingyun.
In a semi-conscious state, in that situation, being able to touch Wu Xiong's cell phone and send himself a text message is definitely not something ordinary people can do. What kind of medicine is Wang Qingyun selling?
