city c.

At around seven o'clock in the evening, the police station received a call to the police.

It was the little girl in the cotton nightgown sitting on the stool who called the police.

Then look at the respondent, Police Officer Chen, secretly wiping away his cold sweat.

Lu Jingyuan.

The young master of Chief Lu's family, the CEO of Nanyuan Group.

In city c, who doesn't know this big Buddha.

But the new policeman was just transferred from other places, so he didn't know Lu Jingyuan, so he took him back to the police station.

Officer Chen almost rolled his eyes when he saw Lu Jingyuan appearing here.

After biting the bullet and asking, I figured out what happened.

It turned out that the reason why the little girl called the police was that the underpants of the prince of the Lu family fell from upstairs and hit her in the face. Later, the little girl took the "murder weapon" upstairs to find Lu Jingyuan to argue, but Lu Jingyuan refused to admit that the things belonged to him.

Looking at the "murder weapon" on his desk, Officer Chen actually wanted to laugh.

And I really want to laugh.

But looking at Lu Jingyuan's dark face and the depressing aura exuding from his body, Police Officer Chen couldn't laugh immediately.

Police officer Chen coughed lightly, turned his head to look at the little girl on the stool, "Little girl, in my opinion, it's better to let this matter go, anyway, you haven't suffered any real harm."

"What do you mean by not being physically hurt?" Ruan Xingchen's baby face was flushed with anger, "My fragile heart has been hurt, okay, and this perverted uncle will pay it back."

The following words seemed a bit difficult to say, Ruan Xingchen squeezed for a long time, but he couldn't come up with a complete sentence.

The perverted uncle Officer Chen's mouth twitched slightly.

Well, in fact, it is normal for a little girl to be angry.

Anyone who gets smashed in the face by this thing will not be happy.

Also, it's a bit perverted.

Just when Police Officer Chen didn't know how to deal with this matter, Lu Jingyuan, who had been sitting silently on the sofa beside him, suddenly moved.

Lu Jingyuan took out the check book from his jacket pocket, wrote down a series of numbers neatly, signed his name, tore off the check and pushed it in front of Ruan Xingchen, stood up, and whispered two words with thin lips: "Private."

Ruan Xingchen opened his eyes wide, looking at the man's back in disbelief.

He said it's private

did she agree

Ruan Xingchen got up and wanted to chase after her. Police officer Chen hurriedly pulled her back, stuffed the check left by Lu Jingyuan on the table into her hand, and persuaded her earnestly: "Little girl, since Mr. Lu said it was private, let's forget about it. Look at this check, one, two, three, four, five zeros. If someone gives me a hundred thousand, I'm willing to throw as many as you want."

Ruan Xingchen: ""

rewind things to an hour ago

Sycamore Apartments.

Standing on the balcony, Ruan Xingchen took out the vibrating mobile phone from his pocket.

Click on WeChat.

More than a dozen unsightly photos of men and women entangled immediately came into view.

Ruan Xingchen's face darkened, and he quickly tapped the phone screen with his fingertips, and replied a message.

The breasts are too small to look at.

The other party quickly returned her two words: bitch

Ruan Xingchen didn't bother to talk to her, put the phone in his pocket, and was about to turn around and go back to the room.

Suddenly, an unknown object fell from the sky and patted Ruan Xingchen's small face.

Well, it doesn't hurt.

Ruan Xingchen looked at the object in front of him that blocked his sight, and sniffed it.

There is also a smell of laundry detergent.

And judging from the touch, the thing that hit him on the face should be a piece of cloth or something.

Ruan Xingchen peeled off the things on his face and unfolded them.

"ah"

Ruan Xingchen screamed and threw the thing in his hand.

Who the hell is so wicked that he threw Pangci down?

It's a good thing you can't die, hit her in the face

And it's still a man's fat times.

Dirty, dirty, dirty

She is still a sweet little girl.

The little girl of Huanghua who just celebrated her eighteenth birthday three days ago

Ruan Xingchen sat on the ground, wrinkled his delicate and cute face, and stared bitterly at an object that he had left not far away.

This Wutong apartment has 12 floors. Ruan Xingchen lives on the 11th floor, one of the three households on this floor. On the 12th floor above, there lives a local tyrant, who occupies the entire floor.

The residents upstairs moved in a few days ago. Ruan Xingchen has never met the head of the household, but only heard neighbors mention that it is a man.

Ruan Xingchen felt that he couldn't swallow this breath anymore, so he got up from the ground in a hurry, walked quickly to pinch the piece of fabric, and ran out aggressively.