小少呦萝粉国产

For a moment, there was no sound from the other end of the phone, and Chang Bingzhong spent what he considered to be the most difficult few minutes of his life in this fearful silence.

"Zheng Si is the mastermind behind this, right? Bring him to Magic Capital Villa; I\'m waiting for you there."

Song Yun had just been reaching out to Huang Baoding to get in touch with the bodyguards around Yuan Siyi. Upon learning that Yuan Siyi had been rescued and the mob leader captured, the tension that Song Yun had been holding in his chest finally eased.

It seemed that placing security near his close associates had its benefits—never knew when it may come in handy!

"Director Song, I\'m on my way!"

After hanging up the phone, Chang Bingzhong directed two members of the Mountains and Waters Corporation security who had hurried over, to drive the incontinent Zheng Si with him to their destination.

On the way, Zheng Si had fallen into a daze, no matter what was said or asked by the outside world, his gaze remained fixed forward.

Upon arriving at Magic Capital Villa,

Chang Bingzhong noticed five bodyguards standing at the entrance, who looked as immovable as iron towers.

"Director Chang?"

Huang Baoding stepped forward and asked.

"Yes, yes, yes, I\'ve already contacted Director Song in advance."

Chang Bingzhong smiled sycophantically, knowing that the man before him was Director Song\'s personal bodyguard, who never left Song Yun\'s side 24 hours a day and even slept inside the villa. He certainly didn\'t dare to offend such a person.

"Come on in."

Chang Bingzhong waved to the security guards inside the car, and Zheng Si was dragged into the villa.

"Boss, Zheng Si is here."

Huang Baoding covered his nose and called out to the living room, the stench was unbearable. It was unclear what the bastard had eaten today; he reeked as though he\'d fallen into a pit of manure. It seemed the cleaning lady would have her work cut out for her tomorrow.

Song Yun walked out slowly, followed by Ye Qingqing and Yuan Siyi, who was being continuously comforted.

When Zheng Si inadvertently looked up and caught sight of Yuan Siyi\'s face, he jolted awake.

His neck stiffened as he turned, finding himself in a strange environment!

Where was this?

The young man before him seemed so familiar... it was as if he was the richest man in Magic Capital, Song Yun!!!

He was doomed! He was utterly doomed!

His limbs flailed, and some filthy substance flowed down his trouser legs, instantly filling the previously clean floor with an offensive odor.

"..."

Song Yun had also never known that fear could reduce a person to such a state, he frowned deeply and held his nose as he said, "Take him down and wash him clean!"

"..."

Who would do it?

No one wanted to touch Zheng Si, even Huang Baoding, experienced in professional security, was feeling troubled. They could brave the wind and rain, crawl in the wild for days and nights, eat bugs for survival in the outdoors, and do many things ordinary people couldn\'t!

But this? This was just too damn disgusting; touching this son of a gun would certainly leave them unable to eat for days!

While everyone was feeling troubled, the burly man who was protecting Yuan Siyi stepped forward, seemingly unaffected by the filth.

He grabbed Zheng Si with one hand and walked out to the yard.

What a warrior!!!

Song Yun expressed his admiration, not anticipating this guy to be so formidable. He decided, bonus aside, this man deserved a full reward for the month!

"Cough cough... Boss, there\'s a bit of an issue here with Fang Shanchang, regarding his... intelligence... You get what I mean, right? It\'s not that we\'re not professional, it\'s just that he... is beyond human description!"

Huang Baoding stood out awkwardly, and although he really didn\'t want to speak ill of his comrade, it was an undeniable fact.

Seven or eight years ago, when they participated in their first outdoor survival training, while others were vomiting after eating insects as if they were about to die, this guy had no qualms with meat or fishy things and would stuff anything into his mouth.

Later, everyone discovered that this taciturn comrade had some mental issues, apparently resulting from a fever in childhood that wasn\'t treated properly with cooling measures, causing his brain to suffer damage.

But because of this, Fang Shanchang was meticulous with tasks and never wasted words on enemies, because as far as he was concerned, apart from friends whom he could trust, he didn\'t believe anyone else; knocking them out was his way of dealing!

Song Yun patted Huang Baoding\'s shoulder, his eyes filled with comfort.

"Ah! It hurts to death! Big brother, I was wrong, I\'ll never dare again, please spare me!"

A voice pleading for mercy emanated from the yard, making Song Yun\'s expression even more peculiar; maybe this brother had some other strange habits!

He looked at Huang Baoding with suspicion, and Huang Baoding turned flustered under Song Yun\'s intense gaze.

Hurriedly going to the yard to check, he found that the "bathing" tools Fang Shanchang was using on Zheng Si were actually a medium-pressure water gun designed for watering plants.

Normally gardeners would sprinkle the water up toward the sky when tending to flowers, but now, it was directed straight at the body!

"It\'s almost clean enough." Huang Baoding quickly stepped forward to stop it; if it continued, Zheng Si\'s life might be in danger.

"It still stinks!"

Fang Shanchang said unhappily.

"For the clothes, washing them like this is useless."

"Huang Baoding said comfortingly, but in the next second, Fang Shanchang walked straight towards Zheng Si.

With a "pfft," the shirt was ruined...

"Brother, stop! How are we going to face the boss later if you continue?"

Only then did Fang Shanchang frown and casually throw the water gun on the ground, turning his head and going back into the house by himself.

"Wuuu, it\'s so humiliating... My reputation has been ruined by a man in this life... I don\'t want to live anymore..."

Zheng Si, like a bullied little wife, knelt on the ground, crying uncontrollably.

Huang Baoding didn\'t know whether to pull this jerk into the room or to comfort him.

He casually took off his jacket, threw it over Zheng Si, and said indifferently, "Come on, our boss has some questions for you."

Zheng Si, sniffling and sobbing, draped the jacket over himself and followed Huang Baoding back into the house.

"???"

I haven\'t even started questioning him, there\'s been no punishment yet; how come this bastard is acting like he\'s all played out???

Seeing Song Yun\'s gaze turn towards him again, Huang Baoding dodged and stood behind Song Yun.

"Bring Zhang Zhao up here."

Song Yun said indifferently, and Huang Baoding personally laid the unconscious Zhang Zhao beside Zheng Si.

"Zheng Si, right? Do I need to recap what you\'ve done for you?"

Hearing Song Yun\'s indifferent voice, Zheng Si stopped crying, and his mind raced with thoughts in an instant.

Pointing at Zhang Zhao, he shouted, "President Song, I\'ve been wronged! It\'s true that I fancy Miss Yuan, but I\'ve never thought about tarnishing her! It\'s all this hooligan\'s fault! He somehow found out and took the risk to make connections with me! President Song, please see through this!"

"Wake him up."

Huang Baoding grabbed a basin of cold water and splashed it on Zhang Zhao\'s face.

Zhang Zhao shuddered and slowly opened his eyes.

What he saw first was Zheng Si kneeling on the ground, and with immense excitement and a hoarse voice, he said, "Big boss! It\'s all exposed, get someone to fix this mess!"

"..."

Now, Zheng Si wished he could sew Zhang Zhao\'s mouth shut; this guy was definitely here to screw things up! Absolutely here to screw people over!