Chatper 72 (1/2)

Fu Zining was notified that the man had arrived, and she was asked about her next plan.

She was lazily sitting on the high-grade leather sofa, with one hand behind her head, gently supporting her right cheek, her smile revealed a trace of coldness.

"It's interesting to get it so soon. As for what to do next..." She paused for a moment, and Fu Qishan appeared at the top of the stairs.

After training, Fu Qishan has recovered, and on the surface she seems to be the same as before.

But as her mother, Fu Zining knew that this incident had brought a shadow to her daughter's heart. Thinking of this, Fu Zining's only hatred towards Song was endless.

"Mom, who are you talking on the phone with?" Fu Qishan sat next to her, snuggled up and asked subconsciously.

Fu Zining looked at her daughter lovingly, "I'm talking to a friend, I'll talk to you after Mom finishes dealing with this matter."

She sneered and called back: "Find the best hotel, open a room, and put people there. Get me some equipment and record the movement inside. When the time comes, I will ask for the chassis."

Fu Qishan's eyes lit up, as if she understood who her mother was talking about, she couldn't restrain the hatred in her heart, and plunged her hands deeply into the sofa.

Song Weiyi, Pei Yibai.

You two have hurt me so much.

"By the way, I'll give you a number. After the hotel is set up, you can call this person and make sure he rushes over. He will naturally know when the time comes. As for you, I don't have any benefits. I won't give you less, but this matter must be done properly for me, without any trouble, you know?"

Speaking of the latter part, Fu Zining raised her tone and asked sharply.

What she wants is the effect of deterrence, so that those people will not be disadvantaged in their work.

"Yes, we understand. Please rest assured that we will give you a satisfactory answer."

Seeing this, Fu Qishan's eyes sparkled, and as soon as Fu Qishan hung up the phone, she couldn't wait to ask her if she wanted to deal with Song Weiyi.

"My daughter has suffered at her hands, and you don't allow me, a mother, to seek justice for you? Don't worry, Shan'er, the only one who gets her due is her. It's her after all. , can never run away."

Fu Zining said these words with a sneer, the chill in her eyes was piercing, and the exquisite makeup could not conceal the hostility emanating from her body, it was like evil spirits, terrifying.

Song Weiyi was quietly taken to the best hotel in the city, and directly asked for the presidential suite.

That's not all, the two listened to Fu Zining's instructions, gave Song Weiyi medicine, and installed a pinhole camera in the room.

It was not until all preparations were completed that the two quietly walked away.

Sheng Lao Sheng Zhenguo received a strange phone call. The other party only said that he had something important to invite and was waiting in the presidential suite of the hotel.

He thought it was some unsightly person making trouble on purpose, so he hung up the phone directly.

After a while, he received a picture.

The photo is a big pink bed, and a beautiful girl is lying quietly on the bed. Although she is dressed conservatively, she can see her exquisite and ambitious figure at a glance.

A faint light flashed in Old Sheng's eyes. Isn't this girl Rong Jingan's youngest daughter, Song Weiyi?

Is this the proof that Fu Zining used to show her determination?

Really interesting.

"Old Wang, prepare the car, I have to go out."

Fifteen minutes later, the car arrived at the hotel on time. Sheng Zhenguo pushed the door open and strode out of the car.

For what will happen next, Mr. Sheng is quite looking forward to it. That little pepper is obediently lying on the bed waiting for him at this moment. Thinking about it, it is a little exciting.