"Brother Xiong, I just asked you to burn down an empty factory building, why did you kill me?" Bo Lin asked angrily at the phone while watching the news broadcast on TV.
"I don't know anyone in that factory building, but only two little people with no identity background died. You don't have to be so nervous."
"Little person?" Bo Lin yelled in exasperation, "Didn't you see that Wen Jingrong was almost burned to death? And you actually used 'black fuel liquid' as a combustion aid, it's a contraband, and if you find it out, you will definitely be imprisoned! "
Brother Xiong on the other end of the phone said nonchalantly: "No way, Wen Jingrong's factory is all made of fireproof materials, and if you want to burn it down, you have to take extraordinary measures. Put the blame on me."
"Could it be that I told you to use the black fuel liquid, and I told you to burn people to death?" Bo Lin felt like he was being tricked to death at the moment.
"Hehe, I recorded the phone call you made me set on fire. No matter what happens, you have to bear it with me."
Bolin's face flushed with anger, and after a long while, he asked coldly, "Are you plotting against me from the beginning?"
"What calculations? I'm willing to do anything for your sake." Brother Xiong let out a low laugh, "We are grasshoppers on a boat now, and we should cooperate with each other. At 10 o'clock tonight, come to find me at 711 at Fuwei Hotel, We will discuss the next steps to deal with it.”
Bo Lin held up his mobile phone until the busy tone came from inside, but he still didn't recover from his fear...
In the villa, Wen Jingrong was leaning against the head of the bed, staring at the evil pen in his hand in a daze. He has experienced many storms, but he has never encountered such a thing beyond his cognition. His lover has become a pen, which is still a relic left to him by his father, which he hangs on his body every day.
In other words, he has been in love with a pen all this time, rolls the bed with a pen, eats meals made by a pen, and imagines the future with a pen
No wonder he couldn't find out Coco's background, it turns out that he is not human at all!
[He is yours and will not leave you and run away.]
What Shang Ke said not long ago suddenly appeared in his mind, and he didn't understand it at the time, but now he knows the true meaning of it.
Wen Jingrong lightly rubbed the body of the pen that had lost its luster, knowing very well that he was more afraid of losing him than the shock of discovering that Shang was a pen demon.
He escaped from the fire with only minor injuries, and even the firefighters felt incredible. It was only then that he realized that Shang had protected him with his own power, but he disappeared because of the loss of power. If it was not forced, how could he appear in front of his eyes
Maybe he shouldn't rush in. It was because of his appearance that Shang Ke had to use excessive power to protect him.
Even if he didn't know anything about a creature like a pen demon, but seeing his tarnished appearance, he could probably guess that he was in a bad situation.
"Coco, what should I do for you?" Wen Jingrong whispered sadly.
At this moment, the mobile phone beside him rang, Wen Jingrong opened it, and the secretary's voice came from inside: "Mr. Wen, the news media side, the subordinates have already handed over to the public relations for proper handling, and the rest is to wait for the results of the police's investigation. ."
Wen Jingrong heard the words, a cold light flashed in his eyes. This incident is obviously deliberate, but the strange thing is, why did the other party bother to burn down a workshop that has not been officially opened? Even the black fuel that is prohibited by the state is used. The loss of a factory building was irrelevant to Wen Jingrong. It could neither make him lose much profit nor damage his reputation. On the contrary, his act of rushing into the fire to save lives has greatly enhanced his public image.
Is this just a crime committed by some unscrupulous elements to get revenge on society? But how could they have black fuel in their hands? The price of this kind of thing in the black market is very high, and people who can afford black fuel liquid have at least no pressure on money. What are the chances of such a person taking revenge on society
After thinking about it for a long time, Wen Jingrong could only tell his secretary to pay close attention to the police's investigation results and report to him at any time. He doesn't plan to go out these days to avoid being entangled by the media.
Two people were killed in this fire, and many outsiders thought that one of them was Shang Ke. After all, he never came out after he rushed in for the third time. There are videos of him saving people everywhere on the Internet, and the beautiful figure running through the fire has amazed countless people.
Wen Jingrong also watched it back and forth many times, and every time he watched it, he felt a little distressed.
Wen Jingrong put the magic number pen on the pillow, then opened the notebook, intending to check the company documents. But then he felt uneasy, picked up the magic number pen again, and put him in his chest pocket.
After looking at the computer for a while, I adjusted the magic number pen in another direction, then clicked on an animation, zoomed it out and placed it in the corner of the screen, and continued to browse the files in the gorgeous sound effects of the animation.
After ten minutes, he felt something was wrong. He picked up the magic number pen, looked up and down, and asked, "Coco, where is your head? Can you see the animation I'm playing?"
Shang Ke: ... unable to complain.
The body of the magic number pen is Shang Ke's protective shell. As long as you stay in the pen, you don't have to worry about being hurt by Wen Jingrong's blessing. But in the same way, he can't absorb the evil spirits, and his strength is difficult to recover.
With his current situation, he couldn't even enter Wen Jingrong's dream. I can only expect him to turn black, and let out a bit of suffocation to repair his body.
However, Wen Jingrong's psychological quality was so good that he was not afraid at all when he found out that his lover was an evil pen, and even accepted it well. Is there something wrong with his three views
Wen Jingrong searched the Internet for information about spirit monsters. The content was varied, and it was difficult to tell whether it was true or false. So he sent a request for help: My lover is a pen demon, and now he is seriously injured and cannot be transformed into a human form. How should I help him recover?
Within a few minutes, he received a lot of replies.
[The landlord is an idiot, how can there be a pen demon in the world? How can you make me wait for the fox demon, rabbit demon, and flower demon who have cultivated for thousands of years?]
[You're a fool upstairs, who said there were no pen demons in the world? There is also a potted monster in my house, help me grow flowers and grass every day, don't be too caring!]
[Oops, the above is all beside the point. The landlord's pen demon is injured, do you dare to be a little sympathetic and help the landlord solve the problem?]
[According to my experience as a demon, the landlord can bring your pen demon to a place with strong demonic energy, and let him absorb the demonic energy and recover by himself.]
Wen Jingrong felt that this proposal was a bit reliable, so he left a message and asked: [Where is the demon aura stronger?]
[Bars, karaoke halls, night clubs, haunted houses, hair salons, entertainment circles...]
Wen Jingrong: Goodbye manually.
Shang Ke was so happy watching it on the side, and the body of the pen trembled with laughter.
President Wen, your personality is broken!
Wen Jingrong felt the pen vibrate, so he placed him in front of the screen and asked, "Coco, what do you think?"
not so good? What he needs is suffocation, suffocation!
Shang Ke thought for a moment, then worked hard to gather mana, and slowly wrote on the screen: [Is there anyone in your prison?]
If you talk about the place of evil, the first is the prison. It is estimated that as long as he goes to prison once, Shang Ke will be able to replenish enough evil spirits. It's just that you can't stay in that kind of place for a long time, otherwise it will waste Wen Jingrong's blessing.
Seeing Shang Ke's response, Wen Jingrong couldn't help being surprised, and quickly asked, "What are you going to do in prison?"
[The prison is very demonic, you can help me recover.]
"I understand." Wen Jingrong didn't ask any further questions, but made a phone call to arrange a visit to the prison.
Wen Jingrong's company used to have a supervisor who was sent to prison for embezzling public funds. Speaking of which, that person was his distant relative, it was normal to visit a prison.
The next day, Wen Jingrong drove to the prison where the supervisor was with a Shangke brand sha pen.
As soon as he arrived at the entrance of the prison, Shang Ke felt a strong suffocating aura blowing towards his face, like a delicious food, which made his mouth water.
After Wen Jingrong had the surgery, he met the supervisor in the visiting room.
Shang Ke didn't pay attention to what they were talking about. He was trying his best to absorb the evil spirit. Although most of the evil spirits were purified by Wen Jingrong's blessings, the traces that leaked were enough for him to have a good meal.
After the visit time was over, Shang Ke had basically replenished all the evil energy he had consumed in the fire.
On the way back to the villa, Wen Jingrong asked, "Coco, how is it?"
"Very good." A soft voice entered Wen Jingrong's ears.
Wen Jingrong glanced around, but did not see Shang Ke's figure.
"Here, here." Shang Ke's voice sounded again, this time in front of him.
Wen Jingrong looked down and saw a small man with a big thumb sitting on the steering wheel, waving at him happily.
Wen Jingrong tightened his fingers and almost broke the steering wheel. It was so suspended that he stabilized at the last second, and there was not even a trace of panic on his face, but the tensed muscles betrayed the consternation in his heart.
His lover turned into a thumb doll, waving at him from the steering wheel, what expression should he use to welcome his gorgeous appearance
After thinking about it, let's take him off the steering wheel first, watching his body sway with the movement of the steering wheel, I always feel uneasy.
Wen Jingrong wrapped Shang Ke's body with two fingers and carefully placed him on the passenger seat.
"Coco, how did you become so small?"
"Saving mana." Maintaining an adult entity requires a lot of mana, and Shang Ke plans to wait for Wen Jingrong's dream to accumulate some evil spirits before returning to normal size.
"Do I need to go to prison a few more times?" Wen Jingrong asked sternly.
"No need." Prison is a place where evil spirits are accumulated. If it was not a last resort, Shang Ke would not let Wen Jingrong come here. He signed a contract with himself, if not for the blessing of blessing, I am afraid that he would have been implicated by him long ago. An evil pen is not something that ordinary people can hold. No matter how kind-hearted people are, they will have a dark side. A good and pure-hearted man like Wen Jingrong's father is rare in the world.
Wen Jingrong's fortune is not only a weapon to hurt Shang Ke, but also a reliance that allows Shang Ke to stay by his side with peace of mind.
That night, Shang Ke couldn't wait to enter Wen Jingrong's dream, lingering with him, and exchanging heartfelt feelings... Well, most of the time, it was a simple physical communication.
"What about the factory?" Shang Ke asked during the intermission.
"First arrange those workers to go to another factory for training, and then officially take up their jobs after the reconstruction here." Wen Jingrong was tired of Shang Ke, counting his fingers one by one. The shape of the nails is impeccable.
"I don't know who set the fire. It burned down a factory building and killed two people. What's the benefit of doing this?"
Wen Jingrong's eyes were covered with frost, and he said solemnly: "I will definitely find out about this matter. If I dare to make trouble in my Wen Jingrong's territory, I must make them pay the price."
More importantly, they made him almost lose his pen! The one-of-a-kind pen in the world!
Shang Ke: Why do I always feel that I am being scolded every day...