Chapter 389： Dont bully honest people 22 ┃ Feng Ming: Get out of the way! Im going to steal someone! (1/2)

Presuming that the boss had already watched the video, the private detective quickly explained the whole story: "President Feng, you don't know, Secretary Zhuang's wife and son are really treasures. I have been in the industry for more than ten years, and this is the first time I have encountered this kind of scum. Secretary Zhuang is really miserable! The son he has raised for fourteen years is not his own at all, but a rich second-generation named Zhang Hu!"

Feng Ming gritted his teeth and said, "I know Zhang Hu."

"Do you know him? Then you can help Secretary Zhuang. This matter has to start more than ten years ago..."

This private detective is worthy of being a top expert in the industry. In just one week, he investigated Wu Qiqi and Wu Zirui's broken affairs clearly, and also took many photos and videos.

While telling the story of dog blood, he sent the evidence he found to Feng Ming.

Feng Ming accepted these evidences in a dignified manner: among them are the pornographic photos of Wu Qiqi and Zhang Hu, the pornographic photos of Wu Qiqi and Lu Jiangbai, the recording of Wu Qiqi and Wu Zirui conspiring to **** Zhuang Li's property, the recording of Lu Jiangbai and Wu Qiqi's conspiracy to force Zhuang Li to divorce, etc.

With these things, Feng Ming would definitely be able to break up Mr. Great Secret's family, but he couldn't feel any happiness.

He could hardly imagine the painful situation that Mr. Secret would be in when he learned these unbearable truths.

He felt so much pain that his heart was about to burst.

Feng Ming took the car keys and ran out of the office quickly, asking in a hurried tone, "Where are Lu Jiangbai and Secretary Zhuang eating?"

The private detective reported the address, and his tone was also very anxious: "That day, when Lu Jiangbai and the peripheral girl met, Wu Qiqi sat in the seat next to them and waited. In order to avoid their two tables, I sat far away, and the radio was not picked up. It's very clear, so I never knew what Lu Jiangbai and the peripheral girl said.

"When we were sorting out the information today, a little girl in our agency who knew lip language saw it, and then expanded the sound effect of the video, and we realized that Secretary Zhuang was in danger. We were also on our way to the hotel, I don't know. It's not too late yet."

Feng Ming immediately cut off the call and rushed to the hotel at full speed.

At the same time, Zhuang Li had already drank the drugged red wine, and fell on the sofa with his forehead supported.

Lu Jiangbai called him a few times. Seeing that he was confused and never agreed, he settled the bill and left on his own.

After a while, Zhuang Li was helped up by a vulgarly dressed woman, led into the elevator, and went up to the eighteenth floor. Zhuang Li cooperated throughout the whole process, but after entering the guest room, he suddenly pushed the woman into the balcony and closed the glass door.

The woman was startled, and hurriedly opened the door, only to see Zhuang Li quickly lock it.

He doesn't have any Chinese medicine at all, he just pretends it!

Thinking of the remaining balance, the woman became anxious, picked up her bag and slammed the door hard, only to find that the door was actually made of tempered glass, which was very sturdy. She has no tools, and she has no strength, so she can't get out for a while.

Bad food! I'm afraid this business can't be done!

The woman pointed at Zhuang Li's nose and cursed.

Zhuang Li wiped his sweaty hair behind his head and took a deep breath. He did drink the medicine, and his body was really uncomfortable. Right now, lava-like desire flows in every vein of his.

7480 looked at the little black house that turned into a sauna, and said with emotion: "Master, you are working too hard."

"If I don't fight, when will I be able to eat meat?" Zhuang Li took off his glasses and chuckled.

He pulled the curtains on the balcony to block the face of the peripheral girl who had undergone plastic surgery. Then he took out his mobile phone, called Feng Ming, and said in a hoarse voice, "Is it Mr. Feng? My body feels very wrong, can you help me? help me?"

Feng Ming's anxious voice immediately came out of the microphone: "I'll be there soon! Just hold on! There are five minutes left!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you." Zhuang Li hung up the phone, shook his head and sighed, "He didn't ask me where I was or what happened to me. You're so stupid, you never know how to cover up when you've done something bad."

7480 complained: "At such a critical juncture, if he still remembers acting, then he may have been pierced by someone's soul. It is impossible for a black belly to be a black belly, and it is impossible for several lifetimes."

Zhuang Li smirked lightly, his mind was dizzy, but his mood was peaceful and happy.

He put his glasses on the bedside table, slowly took off his suit jacket, tore off his silk tie, kicked off his leather shoes and socks, and walked into the bathroom barefoot in only a white shirt and suit pants.

The outer girl was still slamming on the door, and the sound of bang bang bang was the best soundtrack.

Zhuang Li stood under the shower head, turned on the cold water, and poured himself freely. He pulled the hem of his shirt out of his trousers, then propped up the glass door with both hands, gasping for breath.

The drug made every inch of his skin extremely hot and sensitive. Drops of water fell upon it, stirring shudders and indescribable longings.

The ends of his eyes, cheeks, and lips were all dyed with a touch of sensual color, making his already handsome face appear a bit strange. At this moment, he is not like a person, but more like a fairy made of water droplets.

Feng Ming, who forced the waiter to open the door, hurried into the bathroom following the sound of water, and saw exactly this scene.

He was completely stunned.

The waiter breathed a sigh of relief and waved his hand: "Is the guest alright? I'll leave if it's ok."

Feng Ming said that his friend was drunk and liked to jump around, and it was very likely that he would fall off the balcony. Only then did the hotel agree to open the door.

Feng Ming immediately used his body to block the gorgeous and boundless Mr. Secret.

The waiter was a straight man and left after just one glance.

The peripheral girl who was locked on the balcony was already tired and paralyzed. She was not banging on the door, and missed a good opportunity to be released. When she heard the movement and continued beating, Feng Ming ignored it at all.

He looked at Mr. Secret who was standing under the water for a moment, and a thirsty and burning heat gradually filled his throat.

The white shirt and black trousers were drenched tightly against the skin, outlining the flexible body curves of Mr. Secret. He was holding on to the glass door and gasping for breath, the icy water could not quench the scalding heat of his body, causing his fair skin to slowly ooze blood.