beauty hunter

Chapter 89 Du ​​Mo’s visit

Chapter 89 Du ​​Mo’s visit

The two women were stunned at the same time.

Wen Yan sat on the sofa next to him and said with a smile: "Remember Tian Daxing, the director of the nearby police station?"

The two women nodded at the same time.

Last time Wen Yan beat up someone from the police station, Michelle wanted to see him make a fool of himself, but Wen Yan got away easily by solving his "key problem" for Tian Daxing.

"Everything expands and contracts, and gains and losses." Wen Yan said slowly and calmly, "Mr. Mi has problems in this area because he is ill."

"Sick?" The two women were confused.

Mi Zhe's health was in shambles. Even Wen Yan said that his pulse was extremely strong and strong. Where could the "disease" come from?

"The disease is caused by his body's pulse energy being too strong, which affects his physiological functions." Wen Yan explained, "Generally speaking, after reaching sixty, people will lose interest in ### things. This

It's because the physiological needs have disappeared. But because Mr. Mi doesn't know what happened, his pulse energy is too strong, so the physiological needs are still very strong."

The two women listened intently, and no one interrupted.

"The physical condition has affected his psychology, and he may have been traumatized by women, which is why he is like this." Wen Yan said unhurriedly, "I just used massage to adjust his pulse.

As for the result, you will know when he wakes up."

"How long does it take to wake up?" Michelle couldn't help but ask.

"The massage room is temporarily closed for use today." Wen Yan adjusted his glasses.

"Ah?" Michelle was stunned again.

On the other hand, Mi Ting could understand it vaguely.

She has personally experienced the great influence of pulse energy on the body. Since she has done something wrong in this area, it is normal for her to rest for a long time.

Wen Yan changed the subject: "It's almost time to start filming today's part."

Ten minutes later, in the massage room where commercials are filmed every day, Mi Ting walked out of the bathroom after changing her clothes.

Michelle had a complicated look in her eyes.

Sun Fei, who had already arrived, had her eyes wide open: "If this amazing record advertisement is released immediately, I guarantee that the beauties who want to come to ask for Wen Yan's massage can be queued from here to Changhe City!"

Mi Ting's cheeks were slightly red.

In less than half a month, her bust size has grown from 32b to 33c. If she really completes the massage for a month, it might really increase to 34c, or even 34d!

Sun Fei was suddenly eager to give it a try: "Tingting has such a poor foundation and can grow so much, then I..."

"Sister Fei, you are wrong." Wen Yan shook his head and said, "The smaller the base value, the greater the amplitude. If it were you, it might only be able to rise to 34d in the same time, or even not."

"Is there such a thing?" Sun Fei asked in surprise. But she was not young at all, so she was not very disappointed.

"You remember a simple truth: the worse your performance, the greater your potential." Wen Yan said seriously.

Back then, among all the people in Nanhai, he was the worst performer. From strength to reaction to judgment, he lagged behind others. But the old man valued him the most, and these words were the old man's encouragement to him.

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He knew very well that regardless of whether these words were true or not, without those words he would not have achieved what he has achieved today.

"Okay, let's get started." Michelle said a little impatiently.

Sun Fei and Mi Ting both looked at her with doubts in their minds.

If she is the worst, will she have greater potential?

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At five o'clock in the afternoon, Wen Yan had just finished attending to a customer and came out when he saw a man pushing open the door of Shangzhuxuan in a hurry, running in like crazy, and yelled at the receptionist at the front desk: "Where is Wen Yan?"

Dumo!

But before the receptionist could answer, he saw Wen Yan not far away, his eyes lit up and he ran over quickly.

Wen Yan raised his hand to signal to shut up.

Du Mo, who was about to speak, was stunned.

Wen Yan looked him up and down: "If you want to solve the problem, just shut your mouth and sit over there. You are not allowed to say a word without my permission, otherwise the answer you want will never appear."

Du Mo was surprised and happy, and nodded repeatedly.

Wen Yan pointed to the reception area.

Du Mo reacted, ran over and sat obediently like a primary school student.

Everyone around looked amused and surprised. Many of them recognized Du Mo and tried to talk to him, but in the end they could only shut up in anger.

This guy literally didn't say a word!

Wen Yan smiled, turned around and walked towards another massage room.

Anyone who has done something wrong must be punished, and now the suffering of not being able to find his beloved son is the best punishment for Du Mo.

It wasn't until seven o'clock that Wen Yan changed into his casual clothes, greeted Lu Xiaorui and Su Susu and asked them to go home first, then walked to the reception area and said to Du Mo, who was almost going crazy, "Let's go."

Du Mo stood up overjoyed and followed Wen Yan away.

On the side, several masseuses, including Liu Dahai, gasped when they saw this.

Just now they knew who Du Mo was from the guests. He was a high-ranking official and celebrity, but he acted like a pug in front of Wen Yan!

"Where did Brother Wen come from?" a masseur asked subconsciously.

"Who knows!" Liu Dahai blurted out.

I used to think that if he could hang out with people like Niu Xiaotian, he would probably be "on the road", but now it seems that this guy is a man of both officialdom and evil!

Behind several people, Qin Pu frowned deeply and said nothing.

Wen Yan took Du Mo out of Linyue Building, and after asking whether the latter came alone, he hailed a taxi.

"Master, please go to Yangliu Street."

Du Mo spent a lot of time in Pingyuan because of his son's affairs. He had also heard about Yangliu Street, and he immediately felt nervous.

I heard that there is the location of Da Fang Yi Dao, the eldest brother of Pingyuan City’s underground world. I’m afraid it will be difficult to do good this time.

As the Secretary to the Department, he has been working in the Provincial Police Department for a long time, so it is inevitable that he will have enemies on the road. If Fang Yidao was brought by his enemies, then...

In the midst of random thoughts, the car arrived at Yangliu Street. As soon as the two got off the car, a dozen gangsters strode over not far away and shouted respectfully: "Brother Wen!"

Du Mo was shocked: Wen Yan is really not a simple guy!

Wen Yan greeted them with a smile, took Du Mo into Yangliu Street, and went straight to the hot pot restaurant.

Many people along the way greeted him warmly, which made Du Mo feel frightened.

On the fourth floor, Fang Yidao and Qian Wei were already waiting there, with the latter holding a teenage boy in his arms, looking very intimate.

"Xiaoyu!"

Du Mo shouted excitedly.

The child was his son Du Yuwei. When he turned around and saw his father, he cried "Wow", broke away from Qian Wei's hand, and threw himself into Du Mo's arms.

Du Mo's worries accumulated over the past few days turned into tears, and he hugged his son and cried together.

Wen Yan sat on the sofa next to Fang and Qian.

Fang Yidao asked: "Should I do it for you or should you do it?"

Wen Yan held up the mirror frame: "What did you say?"

Fang Yidao said habitually: "Simple! If you agree, everything will be fine; if you don't agree, the two of you will be cut off!"

Wen Yan looked at him with a dark look on his face.

This is really a simple and crude method!

Next to her, Qian Wei pushed Fang Yidao: "Okay, let Wen Yan do it."

After five or six minutes, Du Mo suppressed his joy and looked up at the three people who were sitting still: "What do you want?"

"You can take him away now." Wen Yan said easily.

Du Mo looked at him suspiciously.

"Too relaxed?" Wen Yan smiled, "It seems a little bit, then why not sit down and let's talk about an unjust case."

Du Mo sat down on the sofa in surprise. His son looked up at him: "Dad, let's... don't we go home?"

"You'll be back soon, don't worry." Du Mo comforted him, "Go back and ask your mother to make your favorite shredded pork with Beijing sauce!"

Xiao Du Yigulu broke away from his arms and wiped his eyes with the back of his hand: "Then I'll sit with my godmother."

Du Mo was stunned.

Qian Wei's pretty face burst into laughter, and she hugged Du Yuwei who was sitting in her arms: "My godmother's love for you is not in vain!"

Du Mo stared at them with his mouth open.

Godmother?

Wen Yan coughed twice: "I forgot to tell Secretary Du that my son has accepted my sister Wei as his godmother. From now on, you will be considered in-laws, haha!"

Du Mo almost made a lawsuit.

My dear home!

I am a dignified secretary to the director of the police department, and I have a bright future. It has nothing to do with you, a person who lives on the street with his head on his head. Do you want to live in the future?

Fang Yidao's face darkened.

Du Mo quickly laughed: "Haha, it's the in-laws, it's the in-laws." When he saw his son, his head was pressed against Qian Wei's amazingly plump breasts, he looked like he was enjoying himself, and his heart suddenly tightened again.

He hasn't been out for a few days, has this kid become a bad learner?

"Since we are in-laws, things can be settled easily." Wen Yan said gently and honestly, "Six months ago, Changhe City decided a case about a man named Zong Yan..."

Du Mo was shocked.

Wen Yan adjusted his glasses: "Convicted of murder with no life sentence. Secretary Du should know this."

Of course Du Mo knew.

Zong Yan is the overlord of the underground world in Changhe City. The police have been trying to arrest this guy for many years, but to no avail. It was not until eight months ago that they caught Zong Yan when he was seriously injured in a fight with someone.

After that, the police and the court worked together to try to send this guy with bloody hands to prison. However, Zongyan also had considerable connections in Baidao, and was eventually sentenced to life imprisonment six months ago.

However, because Zong Yan has always acted cautiously and rarely left any clues, even though the police knew that he was full of crimes, they had no choice but to take some action due to insufficient evidence. The origin of the most critical physical evidence cannot be explained in detail.

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Are these guys trying to rob the prison?

Wen Yan carefully observed his expression and smiled slightly: "Don't get me wrong, no one wants to save him. I only have one request, that is, let me see him."

Du Mo was stunned.

This requirement seems a bit too low.

Although Zong Yan has a clear "no visitation" requirement, with his ability as Secretary Du, it would be fine to just go in and stay with him for a few days, let alone meet him once.

Fang Yidao said coldly: "Don't agree?"

Du Mo trembled and said hurriedly: "I promise, no problem!"

Wen Yan stood up happily and stretched out his hand: "Thank you."

Du Mo subconsciously stretched out his hand to shake his hand and asked carefully: "Can I ask why you want to see him?"

Wen Yan said with a smile: "Too much talk is a disaster."

Du Mo quickly shut up.

Fang Yidao stood up and lifted Du Yuwei from Qian Wei's arms: "Son, you take him away first, but remember one thing, if you regret it, or if you want to do anything afterwards, I, Fang Yidao, will not be the big brother for the rest of my life.

, become a killer instead, focusing on killing people from your Du family!"