Chenzhuang!

It turned out to be Chen Zhuang, Shi Yan’s former agent.

Sheng Yuan had never dealt with Chenzhuang head-on, but had seen this face in the "Chenzhuang house collapse" Weibo link sent by Zhang Bai not long ago.

Shi Yan was even more surprised at the appearance of Chen Zhuang. His dark eyes swept over the cleaning clothes on Chen Zhuang, his brows furrowed, and his voice was deep and cold.

"Why are you here?"

The held down Chen Zhuang did not answer, his eyes were full of ferocity, he stared at Sheng Yuan fiercely, and kept cursing -

"It's all your fault! How dare you play tricks on me! It's you who made me like this! I'm going to kill you! Kill you!"

After the Yin-Yang contract was exposed, SD agency fired Chen Zhuang, and he was driven out of the entertainment industry. He became a dog that everyone wanted to beat. Not only was he collectively sued by the artists he had treated harshly in the past and had to pay a large sum of money, but the most crucial thing was that someone anonymously reported him and handed over evidence of tax evasion.

Chen Zhuang was forced to mortgage his house, all his assets were frozen, and he was about to face imprisonment for tax evasion.

Overnight, everything was gone.

All his business over the years was wiped out.

"You did it! You did it all!"

Under the control of the bodyguard, Chen Zhuang stared at Sheng Yuan with eyes that were bloodshot and bloody.

Sheng Yuan looked at him with a cold gaze, "I have never done these things, and I don't care about them."

But Chen Zhuang seemed not to have heard it, as if he had already determined the fact of what he said and could not hear anything else.

Sheng Yuan made a gesture.

The bodyguards understood what he meant and carried Chen Zhuang away.

——Chen Zhuang was handed over to the police.

Before the police arrived, the bodyguards interrogated Chen Zhuang, asking him how he got into the cleaning company. Chen Zhuang refused to say anything and was still struggling violently until he was taken into the police car.

The police who handed over the bodyguard revealed that according to the procedure, Chen Zhuang should have accepted their investigation and questioning, but he ran away without paying attention and disappeared for a whole week before appearing here. - In the living room.

Nearly an hour had passed since the incident.

The mess in the kitchen was cleaned up, but Aunt Qu was still in shock and it took her a long time to recover. Jiang Yu was also quite frightened and was in a state of tension.

Aunt Qu was worried and wanted to take her back to her room to rest, but Jiang Yu refused and sat on the sofa, holding Sheng Yuan's hand tightly.

"I want to stay here with Xiao Yuan and Xiao Yan."

Receiving Aunt Qu's pleading gaze, Sheng Yuan gently persuaded Jiang Yu, "Aunt, I'm fine. You and Aunt Qu can go back to the room and rest. After you have rested, we can continue making fruit pie, okay?"

Jiang Yu asked Sheng Yuan with a worried look, "Are you really okay?"

Sheng Yuan, "Really."

Jiang Yu went upstairs accompanied by Aunt Qu, looking back every few steps.

Only Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan were left in the living room.

His hand was held in a warm palm, and Shi Yan took Sheng Yuan's hand and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Sheng Yuan looked up and looked at him, expressing her doubts.

She said, "Strange."

Shi Yan seemed to have seen through her thoughts long ago, and naturally continued with the next sentence, "Chenzhuang is very strange."

Sheng Yuan: "Yeah."

Chen Zhuang believed that it was she who caused him to fall into this state. He hated her to the core and wanted revenge on her. Then, he somehow managed to sneak into the cleaning company.

You should know that the internal management of cleaning companies like these, whose targeted customers are all wealthy families and who have established long-term cooperation, is very strict. The customer level is directly matched to the employee level. Low-level employees are not qualified to serve core customers unless they work full time and pass the assessment.

Even the cleaner with an injured hand who was replaced by his nephew A Zheng, a low-level employee, had to sell his face and beg for mercy to win Aunt Qu's sympathy.

So how did Chen Zhuang sneak in and then come here?

This process is not something that can be accomplished with just a little effort, and since he had finally managed to sneak in from under the bodyguard's nose, he should have known clearly that his chances of succeeding were extremely slim and difficult. However, he still rushed forward, and was controlled as expected.

——Chenzhuang was controlled too “easily”. -In a moving police car.

Chen Zhuang sat in the back row, his hands tightly handcuffed with silver handcuffs. A policeman sat on his left and right, clamping his arms.

This was different from the violent resistance he put up before getting on the bus.

At this moment, Chenzhuang was unusually quiet, so quiet that it was a little eerie.

He sat obediently in the center, no longer with that ferocious and crazy look, but staring straight ahead. Although he was clearly being captured, there was a hint of leisure in his shrewd eyes, and his body posture was leisurely, as comfortable as if he was on vacation.

Chen Zhuang turned his head and reached out to turn over the sleeves of the policeman on his left.

Thinking that he was going to run away again, the two policemen reacted very quickly, as if facing a formidable enemy, and immediately grabbed Chen Zhuang's shoulders and scolded him loudly.

"Stay still!"

"Chen Zhuang! I advise you to put away your evil thoughts! You can't run away, you can only go back with us!"

But unexpectedly, Chen Zhuang was not going to run away, but just wanted to check the time shown on the watch on the policeman's wrist...that's all.

The two policemen looked at each other and saw doubt in each other's eyes.

The silver strap and the hours and minutes on the dial were moving in circles, making an extremely subtle ticking sound.

Chen Zhuang listened carefully and stared at the dial intently.

"Hey Chen Zhuang, what are you doing?!"

Chen Zhuang suddenly laughed, as if answering the policeman's previous question, "Go back, go back to jail? I've been in jail for six years. I don't want to go back."

He raised his head, and an abnormal frenzy slowly appeared in his shrewd eyes: "My master will save me."

"Owner?"

Chen Zhuang looked longingly: "I was left with a miserable life, but my master saved me. He arranged a job for me, made me a popular person, and helped me make a lot of money. I had never seen so much money when I lived in that small county town. It was my master who gave me a brand new life."

The two policemen were confused and frowned in warning, "Chen Zhuang, don't try to play tricks by pretending to be crazy--"

Chen Zhuang made a "hush" sound.

He asked, “Did you hear that?”

Apart from the car, there was no sound around.

Chen Zhuang, however, was very serious. "Tick-tock, tick-tock."

Then I realized that he was referring to the sound in the dial.

But there's nothing to hear.

The policeman wearing the watch thought Chen Zhuang was up to something and was about to pull off his sleeve impatiently, but was stopped by Chen Zhuang.

Chen Zhuang lowered his head and looked at the moving second.