He Juncheng was beaten until his eyes stared, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses. He held his nose that was bleeding and yelled, "Ye Mufan, you're crazy!"
Ye Mufan approached step by step sullenly, "There are crazier ones, do you want to try?"
He Juncheng looked terrified, "What... what do you want to do? Don't act recklessly! Ah... what are you doing!"
He Juncheng was a jerk, but Ye Mufan had been fighting since childhood, He Juncheng was not his opponent at all, he subdued him in two or three hits, and tied him tightly with a rope he got from somewhere.
"Ye Mufan! Let me go, think about the consequences!"
Ye Mufan ignored He Juncheng's yelling, took out his phone and threw it away, and then carried him up the mountain like a chicken.
In the end, Ye Mufan treated He Juncheng like a sack and threw it into the middle of a mausoleum, "Director He, enjoy this night to the fullest!"
He Juncheng glanced at the densely packed graveyards around him, his skin got goosebumps, his voice broke out in fright, "Fuck! Let me go! Let me go! Ye Mufan! I'm fucking your mother—"
Now he finally knew why Ye Mufan asked to meet at this place, but it was already too late.
Ye Mufan put his head behind his hands, and under the moonlight above his head, listening to He Juncheng's roar, he descended the mountain leisurely.
"Ye Mufan! You bastard!"
"Help... help... is there anyone..."
"Come on someone!"
He Juncheng screamed like this all night, but in the middle of the night, there are ghosts in this grave, how could there be people.
…
After going back, Ye Mufan woke up naturally after a sleep, his skin was smooth and supple, and he came to the company with a good complexion.
As soon as I arrived at the office, I heard a few colleagues gossiping about something.
"I'll go! Is it real or not, is it really He Juncheng? He Juncheng, the styling director of Star Entertainment?"
"The face is quite clear, so he is right!"
"Who did he offend? He was tied up and thrown into the grave!"
…
"What are you talking about?" Ye Mufan vaguely seemed to hear He Juncheng's name, so he walked over.
"Director Felix!"
"Morning Director!"
"We are talking about a popular post on Weibo this morning. Someone went to Longqian Mountain to sweep the grave early in the morning and saw a man tied up and thrown in the grave. Passers-by were so scared that they almost thought they had seen a ghost, so they took a photo and posted it online. , as a result, some netizens found out that the man turned out to be He Juncheng from Star Media, do you think it's strange?"
Ye Mufan raised his brows slightly, and said without changing his expression, "Well, it's quite strange."
At this time, Ye Mufan's phone rang, showing that it was Ye Wanwan calling.
The leisurely look on Ye Mufan's face suddenly turned tense, he hurried to the bathroom, and picked it up carefully, "Hey, Wanwan..."
Ye Wanwan's tone was indeed not very good, and she said straight to the point, "You did what happened to He Juncheng?"
It's over! Sure enough, it was discovered.
Feeling guilty, Ye Mufan stammered, "What, sister, you... don't be angry, I will never be impulsive or messy again..."
"Why don't you take off his clothes before tying him up? Also, don't you think it would be better to throw it at the gate of the headquarters of the Imperial Capital Fashion Management Association?" Ye Wanwan said in a rather dissatisfied tone on the other end of the phone.
"Uh..." Ye Mufan choked back on the words that followed.
Girl, you won...