Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

He Juncheng was beaten to death. He returned to God for half a day, covered his nose and yelled, "Ye Mufan, you are crazy! ”

Ye Mufan approached one step at a time, “There's more madness. Want to try it? ”

He Jun revealed his horror, “What do you... want to do? Don't mess around! Ah... what are you doing! ”

He Jun Achievement was a little white face, but Ye Mufan fought from a young age to a big one. He Jun Cheng was not his opponent at all. After three or two times, he was uniformed by him, and tied strictly with a rope he didn't know where to get it from.

“Ye Mufan! Let go of me. Think about the consequences! ”

Ye Mufan ignored Ho Juncheng's shouting, touched out his cell phone and threw it away, and brought the chicken all the way up the mountain.

Finally, Ye Mufan threw He Jun into the middle of a mausoleum as a sack, “Director He, enjoy this evening! ”

He Juncheng swept the thick and numb pile of graves around his eyes. His goose bumps got all up and his voice broke. "Shit! Let go of me! Let go of me! Ye Mufan! Fuck your mother--”

Now he finally knows why Ye Mufan wants to meet in this place, but it's too late.

Ye Mufan carried his head behind his back and listened to Ho Juncheng's roar with the moonlight above his head. He went down the mountain as he deserved.

“Ye Mufan! You son of a bitch! ”

“Help... help... is there anyone...”

“Somebody help me! ”

He Jun accomplished so much screaming with his voice all night, but, in the middle of the night, there are still ghosts in this grave, how could someone be there?

……

After returning, Ye Mufan slept until he woke up naturally, his skin was smooth and tender, and he looked good at the company.

I just got to the office and heard a couple of colleagues gossiping about something.

“I'll go! Are you serious, really He Jun-sung? Jun-sung Ho, the styling director at Jun-sung Entertainment? ”

“His face is pretty clear. Isn't that right? ”

“Who did he offend? He was tied up and thrown in the grave! ”

……

“Talking about what?” Ye Mufan seemed to have heard the name of He Juncheng, so he walked over.

“Director Felix! ”

“Good morning, Director! ”

“We were talking about a popular post on Weibo this morning, someone went to Longquan Mountain early in the morning to sweep the grave, saw a man tied up and thrown in the grave, the passersby almost thought it was a ghost, took a photo and sent it to the internet, and an internet friend found out that the man was actually Junseng He of Junxing Media, you said it was not strange? ”

Ye Mufan's eyebrows were slightly picked and his face opened unchanged, "Well, it's kind of strange. ”

At that time, Ye Mufan's phone rang, indicating that Ye Zheng had called.

Ye Mufan suddenly turned nervous, hurried to the bathroom, and cautiously picked up, “Hey, hey...”

Ye Zhengcheng's tone was not very good. He opened the door and saw the mountain lane. “What did you do? ”

They found out.

Ye Mufan stood still and said, “What, sister, you... don't be angry, I won't be impulsive anymore, no more mess..."

“Why don't you take off his clothes and tie him up? Besides, don't you think it's better to leave it in front of the headquarters of the Teito Fashion Management Association?” At the end of the phone, Ye Zheng spoke with some dissatisfaction.

“Uh...” Ye Mufan's words suddenly choked back.

Sister, you won...