Late night, Kyoto.
In the brightly lit Villa No. 7, when a loud slap rang out, Tan Zhuo, who was dressed seductively and seductively, had been slapped to the floor by Mr. Chen with an angry face.
Even, because of his heavy blow, her delicate lips bleed, and the bitter blood overflowed.
Tan Zhuoer was frightened and quickly covered his face that hurt from the beating. He knelt at Mr. Chen's feet like a dog and began to cry: "Mr. Chen, it's not me... I really have never been here."
"Not even those documents from the safe!"
Really, she didn't take it.
She doesn't have the guts.
Give her a hundred courages, but she wouldn't dare.
She would never touch Mr. Chen's things. This was a big taboo. How could she be so stupid and not know?
Mr. Chen lowered his eyes, his eyes as cold as ice. He has been very suspicious since he was young and worked hard. How many times would she cry like this?
He wants to forgive?
Impossible. What's more, he watched the surveillance video. In the video, she was the only one appearing in the basement of Villa No. 7. The evidence was overwhelming. How could he believe her words so easily?
"Tan Zhuoer, I have been admiring you for so long? I have made you jump from a country girl to a first-line actress in the entertainment industry. You have gained both fame and wealth, and you are living in a life of luxury. You are indispensable for those who play, use, and wear things at the top of the pyramid. "
"Why are you not satisfied? If you want to touch my things, I will give you a chance to get those documents back." Mr. Chen gritted his teeth and said fiercely: "If you can't get it back, I will make you die no matter what." Know."
How come you don’t know how to die?
Tan Zhuoer was frightened, really frightened. She covered her face and began to kowtow to Mr. Chen crazily and beg for mercy: "Mr. Chen, it's really not me. Please believe me."
"The surveillance video... may not all be true. Maybe someone framed me and modified the surveillance video... Mr. Chen, can you believe me? I am loyal to you..." Tan Zhuoer's overly beautiful face As if it had collapsed, it was completely white.
Her hair was messy and her eyes were full of water.
She held Old Chen's trouser legs tightly with both hands and kowtowed hard to the floor. She didn't care that she relied on her face to make a living. This face needed to be well maintained, otherwise she wouldn't be able to appear in public for at least a month. inside.
She wanted to save her life, so she could only kowtow to Mr. Chen without any scruples.
The bruised forehead was bruised, and the skin was bleeding. The bright red blood came out from the broken skin, covering her whole face. She was so embarrassed and pitiful that she didn't care anymore.
She just wanted Mr. Chen to believe her.
"Mr. Chen, you know that I have been with you for many years, and in all these years, I have never had second thoughts..." Tan Zhuoer raised his blood-red eyes and said tremblingly: "Please believe me, okay?"
"I really have never been to Villa No. 7. I was framed."
At the last moment, Tan Zhuoer screamed at the top of his lungs: "I was really framed."
"Then tell me, who would frame you? In this way?" Mr. Chen lowered his eyes and looked at her, his dentures creaking as he ground them: "Do you know how important those documents are to me?"
"If we can't find it, we will all die together."
"Don't even think about staying out of it."
Tan Zhuoer knew, she knew, she thought about it...she thought about it...who could be so capable of framing her?
"Mr. Chen, I...I still know who it is." A face flashed in Tan Zhuoer's mind.
It's Meng Luoning.
She had provoked her, and Mr. Jin was behind her.
It must be them.
"Who?" Mr. Chen didn't even guess it was Jin Chenhan.
After all, they have been fighting for so many years.
Jin Chenhan was always on the verge of finding evidence of his crime.
Therefore, he still underestimated Jin Chenhan.
I don't think much about him knowing about his secret base.
Tan Zhuoer wiped the blood from his forehead and said in a frightened voice: "Yes, Meng Luoning."
"It must be her. She must have asked Mr. Jin to arrange someone to play me."
Jin Chenhan?
Mr. Chen narrowed his eyes and thought for a while, then suddenly twitched the corners of his lips, raised the crutch in his hand, and tapped Tan Zhuoer's chest lightly: "Okay, Tan Zhuoer, I'll give you one last chance."
"I'll ask him out tomorrow. You think of a way to seduce him and ask him where the documents are? I'll let you go." Mr. Chen knew that it was impossible to pry Jin Chenhan's mouth open by force or other means.
Then try the honey trap.
The actress he raised is more famous than his so-called fiancée Meng Luoning.
Jin Chenhan should also fall under her pomegranate skirt.
Tan Zhuoer knew this, and he kowtowed three more times to Mr. Chen gratefully, and then he breathed a sigh of relief as if it was a lifetime ago.
Tomorrow, she will definitely seduce Mr. Jin.
Let him spit out the information.
*
On the other side of the Pacific Ocean, the time difference is 15 hours in La Suite.
By the glass window overlooking the blurry night view of the entire metropolis, a handsome man held the slender and soft little girl in his arms with one hand, and kept kissing her tenderly and affectionately: "Ningning, how about giving me a baby in the future?" ?”
Um? The baby...she was going to give birth.
But not now.
She's not ready to be a mommy yet!
"Can it be later?" the little girl replied softly.
Jin Chenhan nodded obediently, breathing gently: "Yes, but you want to give birth to me, okay?"
"Hmm... Okay." She can only give birth to him.
The colorful neon lights outside the window flickered in, illuminating his handsome, deep and loving face, so affectionate and infatuated.
The indoor temperature slowly rises.
A layer of light white mist formed on some cold glass windows. This layer of mist reflected the halo of the charming eyes behind them.
The two people clinging to the glass window and entangled endlessly were engraved like a romantic and profound mural.
If it weren't for the sudden rapid ringing of a mobile phone in the suite.
If this deep love is interrupted, the man may be entangled until dawn, but the annoying ringtone of the mobile phone keeps making noise.
The noise made Meng Luoning's ears explode.
He raised his hand and pushed the man holding him, asking him to pick him up first.
She goes to take a bath.
Jin Chenhan frowned in anger, pulled a white bathrobe around himself, walked to the bed in a few steps, bent down and picked up the mobile phone on the bed.
His eyes were dark and his voice was unhappy: "What's the matter?"
Assistant Chen Sheng was on the other end of the phone. He knew this. Mr. Jin must be accompanying Ms. Meng, but if the matter was urgent, he had to tell Mr. Jin about Tibet.
"Mr. Jin, I'm sorry to disturb your rest. It's urgent."
"Mr. Chen knew that the document was lost, so he took Tan Zhuoer over and gave him a lesson." Chen Sheng reported respectfully and attentively while holding his breath.
Jin Chenhan frowned. He was not surprised that he could find out this matter quickly: "Then what?"
Chen Sheng: "Mr. Chen invites you to go to the cruise ship for dinner in the evening. He's treating you."
"Probably he wants to attack you and get those documents back."
Jin Chenhan narrowed his eyes and suddenly tugged his thin lips: "Really?"
"Then let's see if he has what it takes to deal with me. Now prepare the plane for us to return home."
Chen Sheng: "Yes, Mr. Jin."
After hanging up the phone, Meng Luoning came out of the shower. The little girl's skin was tender and tender, and there was a thin layer of heat on her exposed arms.
Holding a towel and wiping her wet curls casually, she walked up to him and said, "Whose phone number is it?"
"Sheng Chen, Mr. Chen knows about the documents we got." Jin Chenhan didn't hide it from her, and touched her chin with his fingers: "Ning Ning, I'm sorry, I can't stay here tonight."
"He asked me to meet him on the cruise."
Meng Luoning raised her eyebrows. How could Old Man Chen find out so quickly?
She thought it would take him a few days to get it done.
"It doesn't matter, don't be sorry to me, settle his matter first." Meng Luoning stood on tiptoes, her heart full of tenderness, kissed the man's chin, and said in a soft voice, "Let's go back to the country together."
