The only thing to blame is that Mo Jingjing's skin is too good; there's no harm in comparison.
"Who says your skin isn't good? I think it's great. Our Meng Jie is the most beautiful agent in the world, no arguments allowed."
Mo Jingjing, mischievous as ever, transformed into a little devil, reaching out to lift Cheng Meng's chin, her voice alluring and seductive.
"Jingjing, aren't you afraid I'll eat you up in one bite?" Cheng Meng cooperated, reaching out to grab Mo Jingjing's slender waist, and with a forceful pull, hooked her directly into her arms.
This scene really startled Zhang Heng, who was standing to the side.
This is really bad. It seems he not only has to guard against some young and handsome male celebrities in the entertainment industry, but also against these beautiful and wealthy women in front of him.
Zhang Heng's fighting strength alone was not enough to separate the two people, so he cleverly summoned Su Mu. Su Mu's fighting strength was indeed very strong, not to mention his intimidating power.
With just a glance, Cheng Meng let go, turned around, grabbed Zhang Heng, and ran outside at an unimaginable speed.
"It's not my fault this time. Brother Zhang asked me to come. It's rare for Brother Zhang to ask me for a favor."
Meeting Mo Jingjing's eyes, Su Mu shrugged innocently.
"I didn't say I was going to blame you. Sigh, you're such a troublesome little devil. By the way, what was that thing you threw at Buddha yesterday? Did you investigate him? When did you find out he existed?"
Recalling what happened last night, Mo Jingjing voiced her doubts.
"Yes, that's a USB drive. It contains something that can keep us safe."
He would not allow anyone to hurt Mo Jingjing.
Stay safe
Su Mu's answer was rather general, but Mo Jingjing didn't press for details.
She believes that not everything needs to be thoroughly investigated. A good relationship should give each other space, have trust, and maintain a sense of boundaries. That's the best approach.
...
On the other side.
Hospital.
In the VIP ward, the Buddha, whose hands and feet were wrapped in thick gauze, was furious.
If it weren't for the fact that he still can't hold things with his hands, probably nothing in the entire ward would have survived. The woman sitting by his bedside feeding him was also trembling with fear, her hands holding the spoon shaking slightly.
Even with all her caution, she still accidentally spilled a drop of soup on the Buddha's arm. With a powerful swing of his arm, the soup bowl was instantly knocked to the ground.
"Smack!"
A loud bang exploded in the ward.
Immediately afterwards, with a "thump," the woman suddenly knelt on the ground, terrified, and apologized to the Buddha, saying, "I'm sorry, Buddha, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean it, I was wrong, I promise it won't happen again, please give me another chance."
"Since this hand of yours is so useless, just cut it off. If the other hand didn't do its job well, let that hand take responsibility. Only in this way can we give you a chance."
The Buddha looked at the woman's perfectly intact hands, his eyes flashing with an exceptionally sinister light.
"But... thank you for sparing my life, Buddha. I'll go out now and cut off my right hand!" A hint of hesitation flashed across the woman's face, but she finally made her decision.
Unfortunately, the Buddha did not let her off the hook because of this.
"Who gave you permission to go out? Right here, chop off your right hand! I'm warning you, don't test my patience, or the consequences will only be worse!"
The Buddha's face was contorted with rage, and these words sounded more like a roar coming from his mouth.
After speaking, the Buddha turned his gaze to the fruit knife beside him, the implication being quite clear.
Looking at the knife, the woman cried even harder, her tears falling like a broken string of beads. The moment she put down what she was holding and picked up the knife, the fear in her heart had spread throughout her entire body.
The more pain she was in, the happier the Buddha became, and he even laughed triumphantly.
The devil's laughter filled the ward until it was interrupted by a knock on the door.
Knock knock knock~
Hearing the knocking on the door, the woman breathed a sigh of relief. The old man also stopped laughing and turned to look at the door: "Who's coming in?"
"Buddha, it's me."
The man outside responded and walked in, carrying a laptop in his hands.
"Master Buddha, the password to the USB drive you gave me has been unlocked, and you can now view its contents." Sihai walked to Master Buddha's bedside and respectfully reported the progress of his work.
"Okay, you can go now. I advise you to go far away today."
Upon hearing this, the Buddha raised his eyelids and turned to look at the woman beside him.
"Thank you, Master. I... I'll get out right now!"
Watching the office door open and close until the footsteps around him completely disappeared, Buddha then had Sihai D control the computer to check the contents of the USB drive.
The contents of this USB drive were all personally selected by Su Mu, with pictures and text, covering a wide range of topics, from the bad things Buddha had just done recently to the big things he did many years ago, such as how he wanted to get the Empress and satisfy his desire for control, and how he wanted to use someone else to kill his fiancée to get rid of her.
As a born devil, he was exceptionally intelligent, and he understood long ago that the smartest hunters often appear as the prey.
Even now, in the moment before her death, the diva never imagined that she was the victim, that she had a wonderful youth.
He had almost forgotten some of the smallest details, but unexpectedly, a brat dug them up.
"Su Mu!!!"
The Buddha gritted his teeth!
Just as the saying goes, "Speak of the devil, and he appears," Su Mu called.
Sihai glanced at Buddha, unsure of what to do: "Buddha, it's Su Mu calling. Should we answer it?"
"Here we go! I want to see what this brat is up to next!!!"
As the Buddha spoke, his anger surged.
Having received a clear reply, Sihai answered the phone, automatically acting as a human support, holding the phone to Buddha's ear, ignoring any restlessness.
"Master, you've finished looking at the contents of the USB drive, haven't you? How does it feel? It must have stirred up quite a few memories for you."
Su Mu's voice rang in Buddha's ears, his calm, leisurely, and teasing words adding fuel to the fire of Buddha's anger.
"Su Mu, what exactly do you want? Who are you? Or tell me, who is the person standing behind you? As the saying goes, revenge only leads to more revenge. Maybe we can be friends."
The person who can investigate his affairs in such detail must be extraordinary.
“I’m sorry, I have no one behind me. My biggest support is myself.” Su Mu’s tone remained calm: “The younger generation surpasses the older generation. When people get old, they should admit defeat. This USB drive is just the first gift I’m giving you. There will be more later. Please accept it, Buddha.”
"I believe you are a smart person. You'd better avoid Mo Jingjing in the future."
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