Fan Wencheng pinched her chin, patted her face, and ordered, "Go lie down."
Xiao Shui hummed shyly, then lay flat on the middle of the bed, and said softly, "Mr. Fan~"
Fan Wencheng's eyes swept over the woman's small belly, he threw the cigarette butt in his hand to the ground, then turned over and leaned over.
After a long time, Fan Wencheng slowly stood up and glanced at the dying woman. His face looked quite calm, as if it had nothing to do with him.
He picked up the phone on the bedside table and sent a message to the club manager. Then he walked towards the bathroom and casually threw the phone on the sofa when he passed by.
When Fan Wencheng came out of the bathroom again, the bed sheets were brand new and the air no longer had the smell of blood, only the smell of incense, as if everything that had happened before had never happened.
He casually put on his bathrobe, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the mobile phone beside him, unlocked the screen, and called a number marked as Master Long.
The line was connected after two rings.
"Hello, Mr. Fan, what's going on?" Master Long's dry and hoarse voice came from the other end of the phone.
Fan Wencheng leaned back on the sofa, smoothed his hair, and a fierce look flashed across his eyes. "Master Long, I did what you said. I just finished, and the woman has already had a miscarriage. Can it really change her luck like you said?"
Li Shu pursed her lips, tapping the phone screen slowly with her fingers. She recounted what she had heard to He Yuan in fragments, and then sent a message asking:
Zhao Heng replied slowly: [Yes, your resentment value is high enough in your situation. It can only be said that your death was caused by accident, not a special wandering soul.]
"It's bad, hurry up!"
Li Shu glanced at the time on her phone. It wasn't even midnight yet. Hearing about the death outside, she suddenly felt a little depressed. She simply stood up and said to us, "You go back first. Let them drink quickly."
Zhang Zhe sighed, feeling unlucky. "Okay, you got it."
Zhang Zhe shrugged his shoulders. "Yes, I know. He's very tight-lipped. He said it's to protect his privacy."
At this time, the people outside the box were still drinking.
"Master Li, do you think you would become a ghost in that situation?"
"Hello, Zhao Duo." The manager's respectful voice came from the other end of the phone.
At the same time, he couldn't help but wonder whether he would become a ghost before he died.
Zhang Zhe frowned, "What do you mean, what do you mean by yes?"
Zhang Zhe put down his legs. He was already in the mood. He stood up from the sofa and left the suite before changing his clothes. He returned to the private room upstairs.
......
He Yuanruo raised her eyes and looked at me, "It's so early, play a little longer!"
Fan Wencheng's eyes flashed with surprise when he heard this. He found it quite unbelievable. "Just now, the manager said that the flood would not be caused tonight. How could he die out of nowhere?"
"Tonight's going to be a blast." Zhang Zhe waved his hand, his expression suddenly tense as he came closer. "And he knows how..."
Li Shu looked at the message He Yuan replied and felt inexplicably relieved. She unplugged the charger and lay down on the bed again.
I thought about it, picked up my phone and called the manager.
Although I have rather peculiar tastes, I would still say that it is to induce miscarriage. Moreover, the arrangements are for stable fetuses, and it is very dangerous to do it, and it is almost likely to cause an accident.
Fan Wencheng looked at the woman who pushed the door open and retreated, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, "What's going on? Why is he back again? Did he go downstairs to do something?"
Zhao Heng was about to enter and exit the chat interface with me when his finger paused. He seemed to think of something and read the short string of messages sent by Li Shu again. His eyes flickered slightly and he asked: "Do you know who the other party is?"
Zhang Zhe walked over to the sofa and sat down. He casually picked up the bottle of wine under the coffee table and took a sip. "Interesting. It's better to drink with them."
"Zhao Duo, that's just for the convenience of telling you. You also have to protect the privacy of your customers."
Li Shu saw that the two of them were whispering something, so she picked up her phone, stood up and sat over, put her hand under Fan Wencheng's neck, and asked, "What secret are they talking about?"
I thought about it, sat up from the bed, picked up the phone that was charging on the bedside table, opened WeChat, closed the chat interface with Zhao Heng, and then sent you a message.
He Yuanruo agreed: "That's right."
After saying that, I hung up the phone.
"That's natural. All your bad luck has been transferred to the aborted baby. Now only good luck remains," Master Long said. "Don't worry, the recent difficulties your company has encountered will be easily resolved."
[Oh, so that's how it is. Something's wrong, Master Li, you should go to bed early!]
"Fuck, who is it? Playing such a small game!" Fan Wencheng exclaimed.
"Oh, how come it's interesting again? Who told you it was great later?" Fan Wencheng couldn't help but tease.
On the other side, Li Shu returned home, took a shower and lay down on the bed. Thinking about the news of the death she heard from Fan Wencheng and us, she felt inexplicably scared. After all, it happened right next to her.
【Master Li, are you asleep? 】
"The flood is dead." said Zhang Zhe.
He Yuanruo nodded, stood up and walked to the bedside table, picked up the cigarette case and lighter, and her eyes flickered. "Okay, you can transfer the balance to him in two days."
Little Master Long knew exactly what I was worried about. If I wanted to wait until the matter came true, I would feel comfortable paying the balance. "Well, you're taking it slow."
Zhang Zhe lifted his legs and crossed them under the coffee table, "Dashui is good here, you can have it if you want."
Li Shu nodded, then left the box.
Zhang Zhe's pupils suddenly contracted, and his face was filled with shock. "Fuck, who's playing such a cruel trick?"
......
Zhang Zhe: "She had a miscarriage and died from excessive blood loss."
Over there, before Zhang Zhe started, he always felt that something was not quite right, and he still felt that Dashui was a more powerful man.
......
"What's wrong?" He Yuanruo asked curiously.
He Yuanruo was also hiding something, and it was a secret that no one could tell. She told me in a concise manner that Dashui had died.
Li Chenyuan lit a cigarette for himself and took two deep puffs. "Bad, I'll contact you later."
"Dashui died. She had a miscarriage and lost too much blood. She died before she could be sent to the hospital." The manager said truthfully.
"Last time, last time, I'm a little tired today." He Yuan said perfunctorily.
Li Shu got goosebumps after hearing this, "Damn, so perverted!"
After about a minute, Zhao Heng replied: [Also, what's wrong?]
The manager was silent for a few seconds before he said without any embarrassment, "Zhao Duo, if it's flooding, I'm afraid it will be okay."
Li Shu turned over and said, "I know. What's wrong, Master Li? Is there something wrong?"
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