Chapter 118 (1/2)

”Fan Zhiqi?” Solemn eyes narrowed, but they laughed.

Fan Zhiyi was a little creepy when he was laughed seriously. He couldn't help but shrink into the quilt. He looked at the grave eagerly for fear that he would hit him again.

At this time, there was a solemn impulse to slap Fan Zhiyi. For nothing else, it was really stupid.

Other people set him up, but he still thinks that man is righteous enough. He has never seen such a fool!

Fan Zhiqi's purpose is the company's shares that Fan Zhiyi owns, and his power point is also very ingenious. Just when Mingzhu held the police exchange meeting, the murder happened at this time, which would definitely make fan's elders angry and punish Fan Zhiyi severely.

”Stupid.” A solemn and helpless sigh.

Unexpectedly, Fan Zhiyi was dissatisfied with the solemn evaluation. He covered his swollen face and argued, ”why do you say I'm stupid? Where am I stupid? ”

”Well, you're not stupid. Fan Zhiqi's help to you is sincere. He is contemporary living Lei Feng. At the end of the year, he will give you a lot of dividends and retain your shares in the company, so that you can continue to enjoy the life of five people and six men. Do you think it's good for me to say that?” Solemn cold face way.

Fan Zhiyi seemed to be confused by the solemn words. He was stunned for a long time. He savored the meaning of the words carefully. Suddenly, he slapped his hand on the bed and scolded: ”I knew that boy didn't mean well! No wonder he insisted that I transfer money in person, and said that it was highly confidential, and no third person knew. Damn, I'm being overcast by him! ”

A solemn listen, immediately speechless. Fan Zhiyi's mind is full of paste. He even uses his own account to transfer money? When something goes wrong, the police can find him directly. This guy really asked for it.

”Damn, I can't let him go!” Fan Zhiyi thought, and he became angry. His face, swollen as a pig's head, was as gloomy as water. It was a bit of a gangster's momentum. It seemed that the boy was usually involved in the underworld.

”You won't let him go? With your intelligence, it's not enough to be sold ten times! ” Solemnly, he did not hesitate to pour cold water on Fan Zhiyi's revenge.

”You... You...” Fan Zhiyi was angry by the solemn words, and wanted to lose his temper. But when he thought of the solemn means, he could not help but shrink his neck and swallow it.

Solemnly, Fan Zhiyi's expression changes in the eyes, not from the bottom of my heart sneer. Today, he will eat Fan Zhiyi!

Fan Zhiyi bowed his head and was silent for a while. He suddenly raised his head and looked solemn. He seemed to remember something. He said in a low voice: ”we are all friends on the word” he ”. How dare you ask brother Zhuang

Fan Zhiyi's words are inexplicable, but solemn and clear. It's a slang.

A friend on the word ”he” is a friend on the road. To mix up a line is to ask the other party's Mafia.

It seems that Fan Zhiyi regards solemnity as an underworld figure, and his purpose of asking this is to get close to solemnity, and then use solemnity. Since solemnity can escape from birth under the hand of the chopping party, it is appropriate to teach fan Zhiqi a lesson with solemnity.

Fan Zhiyi's idea is excellent, but it's a pity that he has been solemnly recognized.

Solemnly, he pretended not to understand and said, ”which line? I usually mix in the single, occasionally mix on the single, you know, on the single this route only skilled people can control, I walk on the single easy to highlight their own value. Don't you think fan Da Shao is also a fellow? Come, let's shout together, demacia

Poof, Fan Zhiyi just felt that he was about to spit blood and die.

He asked Zhuang Chong which way he was going. As a result, Zhuang Chong pretended to be a fool and took out the position in the game of the League of heroes to answer. It was so hateful.

But now the whole situation is dominated by solemnity. Fan Zhiyi can only lure, not threaten. He has to clean up his mood, fill his face with a smile and say, ”brother Zhuang is joking, joking. Well, brother Zhuang, as long as you promise to teach fan Zhiqi a lesson for me, I'll give you 100000 yuan. How about that? ”

”A hundred thousand?” A solemn look.

Fan Zhiyi thought that solemnity had taken the bait. He was so happy that he didn't think about it. Then he slapped Fan Zhiyi in the back of the head with solemnity.