He Juncheng was beaten to the point where his eyes were bleeding, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, covering his nose which was starting to bleed, and shouting angrily, “Ye Mufan, you’re crazy!”
Ye Mufan approached step by step with an eerie aura, “There’s more madness, want to try?”
He Juncheng looked terrified, “What do you …… want to do? Don’t you mess around! Ah …… what are you doing!”
He Juncheng is a little white boy, but Ye Mufan fights from childhood, He Juncheng is not his opponent at all, three or two times he was subdued, tied up tightly with a rope that he did not know where to get.
“Ye Mufan! Let go of me, you think about the consequences!”
Ye Mufan ignored He Juncheng’s shouting, fished out the mobile phone he had on him and threw it away, then carried him all the way up the hill like a chicken.
Finally, Ye Mufan treated He Juncheng like a sack and threw him into the middle of a mausoleum, “Grand Superintendent He, enjoy the night!”
He Juncheng swept his eyes around the dense mounds of tombs, goose bumps rose, and his voice broke in fear, “F*ck! Let go of me! Let go of me! Ye Mufan! I’ll F**k your mother-”
Now he finally knew why Ye Mufan had asked to meet in this place, but it was already too late.
With his hand behind his head and the moonlight overhead, Ye Mufan listened to He Juncheng’s ranting as he leisurely descended the hill.
“Ye Mufan! You son of a B*tch!”
“Help …… help …… is there anyone ……”
“Come on someone!”
He Juncheng has been screaming at the top of his lungs all night, but, in the middle of the night, there are ghosts in this graveyard, so how can there be anyone.
……
After returning, Ye Mufan slept until he woke up naturally, his skin was smooth and soft, and he came to the company with a good complexion.
Just as he arrived at the office, he heard several colleagues gossiping about something there.
“Holy Sh*t! Really? Is it really He Jun Cheng? The styling director of Star Entertainment, He Jun Cheng?”
“The face was photographed quite clearly, it’s him, right?”
“Who did he offend, he was actually tied up and thrown into a grave!”
……
“What’s the chat?” Ye Mufan vaguely seemed to hear He Juncheng’s name, so he walked over.
“Superintendent Felix!”
“Good morning Director!”
“We’re talking about a popular post on Weibo this morning, someone went to Long Qian Mountain early in the morning to sweep a grave and saw a man tied up and thrown in the grave, pa*sersby were so scared that they almost thought they had seen a ghost and took photos and posted them online, only for some netizens to find out that the man was actually Juxing Media’s He Jun Cheng, do you think that’s rare?”
Ye Mufan raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke without changing his face, “Well, it’s quite rare.”
At this time, Ye Mufan’s mobile phone rang, displaying that it was Ye ÒÒÒÒ calling.
The leisurely look on Ye Mufan’s face instantly turned to nervousness as he hurriedly walked to the washroom, then carefully picked it up, “Hello, ÒÒåñêà ……”
Ye ÒÒÒÕs tone was really a bit not so good, directly opening the door and saying, “What happened to He Juncheng, you did it?”
It’s over! Sure enough, they were found out.
Ye Mufan’s heart was weak and he stammered and spoke, “That what, sister, you …… don’t be angry, I’ll never be impulsive again, never mess …… up again.”
“Why don’t you strip him naked before you tie him up? Also, don’t you think it would be better to throw it at the gate of the headquarters of the Imperial Fashion Management a*sociation?” On the other end of the mobile phone, Ye ÒÒÒ speaks in a rather discontented tone.
“Uh ……,” Ye Mufan’s later words were choked back at once.
“Uh…” Ye Mufan’s words were suddenly choked back.
Sister, you win…
