Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

On the way back to Rhine Apartment from Jiuzhuo.

Ye Wangchuan received a call from Liang Conglin. After listening quietly to Liang Conglin's explanation of the incident, he hung up the phone with a calm expression.

Gu San, who was driving in front, felt the low air pressure in the car. He glanced behind him from the rearview mirror and asked cautiously: "Master Wan, what's wrong?"

Master Wan’s expression is not quite right!

Ye Wangchuan narrowed his eyes slightly and pressed down the car window to let in the fresh wind outside, his brows filled with anger and coldness. After a long while, he said coldly: "Is there someone like Zhu Yuanhao in the circle?"

"Zhu Yuanhao?" Gu San didn't react immediately when he heard the name.

Who is this?

He couldn't remember who the other party was for a moment, but he vaguely felt that the name was familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere often.

He pondered for a moment, and finally remembered where he had seen this name before, and blurted out: "Ah, I know this person. Didn't he play well with Miss Jiang? I often see them interacting in large groups."

He didn't say that Jiang Xianrou was okay, but when he talked about Jiang Xianrou, the air in the car seemed to get colder by another degree.

Gu San felt something was wrong, and asked cautiously: "Master Wan, why did you suddenly mention him? What did he do?"

Ye Wangchuan rested his elbows on the edge of the car window, his eyebrows were very cold, lazy and casual, he seemed to have a good temper, and seemed to be easy to talk to: "Nothing."

Gu San: "???"

Zhu Yuanhao didn't do anything, why would Mr. Wan think of someone like him?

He didn't have time to ask.

Then I heard the man's deep and hoarse voice: "I've had enough of life and want to die."

Gu San: "..."

This...what on earth did Zhu Yuanhao do? What a skill it is to make Mr. Wan lose such a temper!

Ye Wangchuan ignored him, picked up the phone he had thrown aside with one hand, opened the group he had not chatted with for a long time, found Zhang Yang's WeChat, and sent a message - "Ask me where Zhu Yuanhao is. .”

*

On the other side, Zhang Yang received the message, his eyebrows jumped suddenly, he stood up from the sofa, holding his mobile phone, with a nervous look on his face.

"What are you doing? You are so nagging that you scared me." Qin Si was sitting next to him playing with his mobile phone. Zhang Yang suddenly stood up. As soon as he was distracted, the character in the game was shot and killed. Qin Si turned around and turned around. Look, I couldn't help but say a curse word: "Fuck!"

He threw his phone to the side, his face turned blue with anger, and he said angrily: "I won't play anymore, I won't play anymore, what a fucking game, it's all about sneak attacks on labor and management."

Bo Jingxing sat opposite him and shook the Icelandic black tea in his hand. The ice cubes in the glass collided together and made a refreshing sound. He smiled, looking gentle and easy to talk to: "Didn't Qiao Nian draw a Dragon Sniper for you?"

Qin Si crossed his legs under the table, rolled his eyes carelessly, and said angrily: "Those idiots in the game just saw that I had a dragon sniper, so they came to kill me one by one, and they even killed me. It’s like a bonus.”

"Both labor and management are moving forward on their fucking stomachs, and they won't let me go!"

Bao Jingxing looked at him playing a game with a look of indignation on his face and was a little speechless. He used a glass to cover the corners of his twitching mouth. He looked at Qin Si, remembering what Jiang Xianrou said on the phone that morning, and was thinking about how to intercede with him.

"By the way, why are you looking for me today?" Qin Si stopped playing games and got ahead of him. He looked at him strangely and said, "You are usually not busy, so why are you willing to look for me today?" Drink water."

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