beauty hunter

Chapter 88 Long River War Post

Chapter 88 Long River War Post

Seeing Mother Wen come in, Lu Xiaorui and Su Su screamed together on the bed, and hurriedly pulled the quilt to cover their faces.

Mother Wen came to her senses and went over to lift the quilt: "What's wrong with your faces?"

The two women looked at each other and finally couldn't bear it anymore and burst out laughing.

Lu Xiaorui's left eye socket and Su Su's right eye socket were both darkened at the same time!

Mother Wen was stunned and said, "Did you fight?"

Lu Xiaorui laughed hard: "Who...who told her to harm me!"

"Who...who hurt you?" Su Su held her stomach and laughed, "Who...who told you to choose...to pick that suit..."

Mother Wen looked back and forth at them inexplicably.

Are these two girls stupid?

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Mother Wen raised her voice and said, "It's coming, it's coming!" Then she left the room and opened the door.

Outside the door, a man of medium build wearing a lapel short-sleeved T-shirt and casual pants asked politely, "Does Wen Yan live here?"

Mother Wen said doubtfully: "You are..."

"Oh, I am a friend of his, and someone asked me to give him a letter." The man handed over the khaki envelope in his hand, "Auntie, please give it to him."

Mother Wen took it and the man bowed slightly, turned around and left.

At almost nine o'clock, Wen Yan went home after teaching Mi Ting and saw the envelope delivered.

When pinched lightly, the inside has a hard texture, like hard paper like an invitation.

Mother Wen looked at him from the side: "Nine out of ten letters these days are bills. Aren't you a debt collector? You don't write clearly on the envelope either."

Without saying anything, Wen Yan went back to his room, took out his wallet, took out the ICBC card with at least 80,000 to 90,000 yuan left, put it into Wen's mother's hand, and told her the password.

Mother Wen was stunned and said: "What do you mean? I'll leave the funeral arrangements?"

Wen Yan couldn't laugh or cry and said: "What are you thinking about? Mom, go back and see how much is on the card, so as not to worry about my debt in the future."

Mother Wen perked up: "How much?"

Wen Yan lowered his voice: "This year's living expenses should be covered."

Mother Wen’s eyes lit up: “So many!”

Wen Yan thought for a while: "Of course it depends on how high our living expenses are."

Mother Wen took the card and turned around and ran towards the door.

Wen Yan smiled.

As the elderly get older, they tend to worry more.

Opening the envelope, there was indeed a post inside, with two big words printed on the cover.

"Challenge!"

When he opened it and took a look, Wen Yan was both funny and surprised.

Sure enough, as Mi Ting said, the people from Changhe Gym are here!

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Wen Yan went over and opened the door. Mi Ting, who was still sweating on her face, was about to speak when she suddenly saw the letter of challenge in his hand and said in shock: "Is this... Huh? Has Changhe Gym really found you?"

Wen Yan was slightly surprised: "Do you think you know who leaked my secret?"

"I forgot to mention it just now," Mi Ting snorted, "after Yuan He found me yesterday, he found Han Tianqi again."

"Haha." Wen Yan smiled thoughtfully.

"Still laughing!" Mi Ting was annoyed.

"My opponent's name is Zhang Cang, do you know him?" Wen Yan said easily.

"Not Yuan He himself? Then he will check you personally?" Mi Ting was a little confused.

"Perhaps he wants to confirm whether I am qualified to accept this challenge." Wen Yan said so much that he even laughed.

"When? Will you pick up?" Mi Ting asked.

Wen Yan handed her the war ticket.

"Huh?" Mi Ting was stunned.

"Just throw it away for me later."

"What!" Mi Ting was instantly petrified.

Even though she is not a member of the martial arts world, she knows that throwing a gauntlet is definitely an insult!

"If you want to challenge me, you must first confirm whether I am qualified to challenge. This is basic courtesy." Wen Yan said seriously.

"Forget it, it's not that Yuan He is not a big problem, let me tell you something else." Mi Ting had no idea what to do with him and said seriously, "Du Mo has a son named Du Yuwei, do you know?"

Wen Yan understood immediately and smiled.

Mi Ting was shocked and said: "Looking at what you mean, is it really you who kidnapped Du Yuwei?"

After Wang Lei's death, the police concluded the case with "suicide" due to various factors. But Du Mo's son was taken hostage by people from the Burial Society, so of course he couldn't give up.

After repeated searches, it was discovered that Xiao Du was under house arrest in a private house owned by Wang Lei. However, when the police rushed over, they learned that Xiao Du had been kidnapped two days ago.

And according to the descriptions of the people in the house, the person who robbed the person was most likely Fang Yidao, the overlord of the plain underground world.

Having just received the call, Mi Ting happened to know that Wen Yan and Fang Yidao had an unusual relationship. After much deliberation, she decided to come over and ask for clarification.

Wen Yan smiled.

Mi Ting frowned and said, "What exactly are you planning?"

Wen Yan answered the question incorrectly: "I think it's time for Du Mo to know the news."

Mi Ting wondered: "What do you mean?"

Wen Yan had a meaningful look on his face: "Believe me, don't worry about this."

After so many days, Du Mo has basically turned from worried to almost crazy. It's time to meet him.

…

At ten o'clock in the morning, as soon as Wen Yan stepped into Shang Zhuxuan's door, his cell phone rang.

Wen Yan looked at his phone and saw that it was Wen Jing calling.

"Hello?"

"Brother Wen, are you free today?" The other end was very direct.

"Huh? What's wrong?" Wen Yan could hear her urgency.

"Well, that's it. I found Ma Tianyuan, can you please..." Wen Jing hesitated a little.

Wen Yan understood.

This beautiful woman is still thinking about helping her childhood sweetheart with instant ejaculation.

"no."

"Ah?" Wen Jing was stunned.

"No one in this world lives for him, and now he wants me to treat him," Wen Yan said unhurriedly, "Tell him to go to Shangzhuxuan and pay for the treatment."

Judging from the observation that day, Ma Tianyuan's physical condition was already halfway through the gate of hell. However, his condition was just a weakening of his pulse energy, not a disorder, so treatment would be relatively easy, and Wen Yan was confident that he could be cured.

But this kind of willful and arrogant rich second generation always thinks that they are the core of the world and will make trouble when something happens. Wen Yan has no interest in showing his hot face to Leng Juhua.

"This..." Wen Jing on the other end was speechless.

"Also, remember my last suggestion." Wen Yan said gently and honestly, "If you don't like him, don't care about him, because in his heart, losing you may be more serious than losing his life."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan turned to look at Michelle, who had been standing next to her for two minutes: "Aren't you going to be a little sneaky when eavesdropping on people's phone calls?"

"Who eavesdropped? I'm waiting for you to finish talking so we can talk!" Michelle said confidently.

"You're so thick-skinned." Wen Yan adjusted his glasses.

"You!" Michelle clenched her fists.

Wen Yan finally noticed the difference between this beauty and her sister Mi Ting.

Mi Ting is usually kind and gentle, but she can go through fire and water when she gets angry; Mi Xue usually has a short temper, but she rarely takes action when she gets angry.

Well, of course this is also related to the fighting ability of the two. After all, Mi Ting is a policeman and Michelle is the eldest lady.

"Speaking of business." Wen Yan reminded.

"Huh, I'm going to rearrange your working hours." Michelle calmed down, "From now on, you will go to work at nine in the morning, in Michelle Underwear."

"Huh?" Wen Yan didn't react for a moment.

"Don't forget, you are also the breast appraisal consultant for my Mi Men's Underwear now!" Michelle reminded him.

"I resign!" Wen Yan didn't even think about it. This took up too much free time!

"Shut up! Let me tell you something before I speak." Michelle looked at him a little evilly, "The total number of employees at the Michelle Underwear headquarters is about 2,000, of which 93% are women, and 90% of them are women.

Aged between 20 and 30 years old."

"Uh, I mean, I accept it." Wen Yan's eyes lit up.

"Mixue works until 12 o'clock. You will have a two-hour lunch break and will return to Shangzhuxuan at 2 p.m." Mi Xue looked like she knew you would agree. "The off-duty time remains the same, and the shooting of the commercial will be changed to 2 p.m.

.In addition, the original rotating holiday system has been changed to one day off per week, which you should have no objection to, because you don’t seem to have ever taken one.”

Wen Yan adjusted his glasses.

If you want to earn more money to support your family, of course you have to put in more energy. This is a principle that is common to both ancient and modern times.

The sound of pushing the door sounded.

The two of them turned their heads at the same time, and their whole bodies were suddenly shaken.

Mi Zhe, with shiny white hair, walked in energetically: "Good afternoon!"

The two looked at each other.

What is he doing here?

Mi Zhe made a gesture, and the two bodyguards in black suits immediately exited the door, guarding one on the left and the other on the right.

Wen Yan looked surprised.

Since leaving Nanhai, these two people are definitely the strongest bodyguards he has ever seen. Wang Lei boasts that his bodyguards are not even afraid of special forces, but Mi Zhe can really give people that strong sense of pressure.

.

Michelle protested: "If you let them stay here, how dare my guests come in!"

Mi Zhe smiled hoarsely: "I'll stay for a while and then leave. Anyway, you don't open the door until one o'clock in the afternoon."

Seeing his eyes scanning Wen Yan, Michelle finally couldn't help it: "What on earth are you going to do?"

"Can't I come for a massage?" Mi Zhe still looked at Wen Yan with a smile, "I guess I don't have to wait until the door opens in the afternoon."

Michelle secretly screamed, "Oh no!" Wen Yan, with his appearance and tough temper, would never agree!

The same goes for this old man. He didn't discuss it with himself at home first and then came here rashly without looking for trouble?

Unexpectedly, Wen Yan suddenly showed an ambiguous smile: "Okay."

Both meters were stunned.

What's going on?

Ten minutes later, in Michelle's office, Mi Ting, who was waiting to shoot the commercial, said uneasily: "He won't beat up grandpa, right?"

"It's impossible to beat her up, but..." Michelle hesitated.

"What?" Mi Ting was curious.

"Don't you think that although grandpa is a little older, he is still very charming?" Michelle said hesitantly, "Moreover, he seems to be pretty good in that regard. When he was in Yanjing, you saw the pretty boy who looked like him in front of him and behind him.

Looking happy..."

"No, no, no, no, no, right?!" Mi Ting stuttered.

"Don't forget, that pretty boy also liked women before..." Michelle became more and more worried as she spoke, "The old man's ability to change a man's sexual orientation is absolutely extraordinary. Wen Yan will not be able to control it..."

"Impossible!" Mi Ting stood up suddenly.

"What's impossible?" The door suddenly opened, and a gentle voice came in.

The two women looked at the same time and saw Wen Yan entering alone, with a relaxed look on his face.

"Where's the old man?" Michelle blurted out.

"I fell asleep in the massage room." Wen Yan said with a smile.

"Has he...did he..." Mi Ting wanted to ask but was embarrassed to ask.

"Harassing me?" Wen Yan couldn't help but smile, "Does he dare?"

The two women felt a little more relieved.

It seems that today ended peacefully, okay, okay!

"However, you don't have to worry about him having any special 'sexual interest' in the future." Wen Yan thought for a moment and corrected himself, "No, he won't have any 'sexual interest' anymore."