Zhang Ermao fled, fled in a hurry; Ma Tao fled, proud and comfortable. Although the two of them both fled, the environment and inner feelings of the two of them are very different at this moment.
"Hey, Xiaosi..." Ma Tao, who was sitting in the car, took out the phone and dialed the phone number of the driver who kidnapped Yang Yueru: "The thing is done, now you can do what I said!"
"Okay, Brother Tao!" The driver's triumphant voice came on the phone
.
With a smug smile on his face, Ma Tao hung up the phone, drove the car away from the market, and headed straight for Sioux City.
Yes, Ma Tao is proud of it now. Of course, there is no need to stay on the market and stay in Blue Moon. However, the conspiracy is still going on, and Ma Tao's plan has not been fully completed, but he does not need to do it himself.
In fact, it is not easy to get rid of Song Zhiyuan, but it is not as difficult as Qingtian. However, it is a bit difficult to get rid of Song Zhiyuan and blame Zhang Ermao for everything. At least Xu Chenggang has no choice, at least Ye Cheng Can't do it, but Ma Tao did.
Ma Tao knew from Zhang Wanquan’s mouth that Song Zhiyuan was in love with Yang Yueru, so he asked Zhang Wanquan to trick Yang Yueru into the car he arranged; Ma Tao asked Xiao Qian to come forward and talk about Li Jingjing’s affairs, provoking the Song family. Zhang Ermao’s suspicion, and even a big deal, made Wang Youcai, who was loyal to the Song family, understand that Zhang Ermao was their arch enemy; the most important thing was that Ma Tao made the Song family think that Zhang Ermao kidnapped. Yang Yue Tathagata threatened Song Zhiyuan, and even planned to kill Song Zhiyuan...
Ma Tao dare not say how perfect his plan was, but he did it. He let Song Zhiyuan die, he let Zhang Ermao completely leave the Song family and become the Song family’s greatest enemy, and the next step...
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After hearing the news that Song Zhiyuan was dead, the driver showed a smug smile on his face. After hanging up the phone, he walked slowly to Zhang Wanquan's body: "Brother Zhang, Song Zhiyuan is dead, and Zhang Ermao has been completely driven by the Song family. Out of the blue moon!"
"Ah!" Zhang Wanquan could hardly believe his ears: "Didn't you just drive Zhang Ermao out of the Blue Moon? What's happening now..." How could Song Zhiyuan die, how could he cause death, and now Zhang Wanquan is a little anxious. He also started to get scared in his heart, and he seemed to feel that the matter was a bit too big. Of course, he didn't even know that he was deceived by Ma Tao, or how big Ma Tao's conspiracy was.
"Hahaha... You don't need to worry about this. In short, Zhang Ermao has left. From now on, you will be the general manager of Blue Moon!"
"Then... What about Yang Yueru? Shouldn't she be released now!" Zhang Wanquan was extremely nervous, he even wondered if the group of guys in front of him would kill Yang Yueru, he didn't want to kill him again.
"Hahaha..." After listening to Zhang Wanquan's words, the driver laughed again, and put his hand on Zhang Wanquan's shoulder: "Brother Zhang, I don't think you know how to pity and cherish Yu, don't worry, Brother Tao has an explanation, Yang Yueru That woman is yours now
! "
"No, no, I didn't mean that, I mean..." Zhang Wanquan wanted to explain, but he was interrupted by the other party before he finished speaking.
"Brother Zhang, don't you think Yang Yueru is not beautiful enough, don't you want to taste her!" The driver smiled and pulled Zhang Wanquan's arm into the cabin.
"Four... Brother, you really misunderstood me, I don't want to..."
"Have you forgotten what Zhang Ermao did to you, don't you know that Zhang Ermao is already with your wife..."
"What's the matter?" Zhang Wanquan was anxious to hear what the other party said. I was really afraid that Zhang Ermao had happened to his wife xx00.
"Oh! Anyway, don't worry about it. Anyway, there is Zhang Ermao's woman. If he fucks your wife, you will fuck her!"
After listening to the driver's words, Zhang Wanquan was completely stunned, dumbfounded, and there was a flame of hatred in his eyes.
There are two greatest hatreds in life. The hatred of killing his father and the hatred of taking his wife. Zhang Wanquan is indeed extremely angry and full of hatred towards Zhang Ermao. However, thinking of Ma Tao's insidiousness, thinking that things are beyond his own. As expected, he said slowly in the end: "Fourth brother, I think it's better to forget it!"
"Yeah!" The driver could hardly believe Zhang Wanquan's words, looked at him with a puzzled expression, hesitated for a moment before continuing: "Brother Zhang, you won't be so generous! If you really didn't mean it, brothers I can only do it for you!" After speaking, the driver released Zhang Wanquan's arm and waved his big hand. Several men followed him into the cabin.
Watching several men slowly walking in front of her, and looking at the faces with a smile in front of her, Yang Yueru was extremely frightened. Of course she knew what the guys in front of her wanted to do? She wanted to yell, but there was a thick towel in her mouth; she wanted to struggle, but her hands and feet were trapped by the thick twine.
"Bring her to the table!" The driver smiled at the man beside him.
"Okay, brother four!" After receiving the driver's instructions, the two men stepped forward and lifted Yang Yueru on the ground, and then pressed them on a dilapidated table aside.
"Woo..." Yang Yueru struggled, yelling, tears in her eyes pouring out
.
"Oh, little sister! Don't blame us! If you want to blame, blame your life, blame you for meeting Brother Ermao, blame you for being taken in by Song Zhiyuan..."
"Woo..." Yang Yueru yelled, shaking her head angrily, as if she didn't even know what the other party was talking about
"I don't know, right! It doesn't matter, I can tell you anything at this point!" The driver was smug, and put his mouth to Yang Yueru's ear: "In fact, Brother Er Mao still liked you a little bit at first. But who did you know that Song Zhiyuan fell in love with you? Do you know who Song Zhiyuan is? That's one of the four young masters on the market! That's a billionaire! That's the person Ermao wants to deal with. Do you know why Brother Er Mao wants Song Zhiyuan from the other side?"
"Woo..." Yang Yueru shook her head again.
"Because Ermao likes Song Siyi, the young lady of the Song family. Of course Ermao likes Song's family property more. But Song Zhiyuan is not dead. What if Ermao really marries the Song family? The family's fortune, so Song Zhiyuan must succeed in order to get Song Zhiyuan's fortune, and in order to get rid of Song Zhiyuan Ermao, he must use you!"
"Woo..." Yang Yueru still shook her head frantically, of course she couldn't believe what the other party said.
"Also, let me tell you that Song Zhiyuan is really dead now and was killed by Brother Ermao. Also, Brother Ermao never wants to see you again, and even before he asks the brothers to send you on the road..." The driver said nothing. Going on, just sticking out his tongue and licking Yang Yueru's face, the big hand squeezed viciously on Yang Yueru's chest.
"Woo... woo..." Yang Yueru yelled, struggling, but there was a desperate expression in her eyes.
"Hahaha..." Seeing Yang Yueru's tears and desperate expression, the driver seemed to be even more proud. He stretched out his hands and fiercely tore the clothes on Yang Yangyue's chest, suddenly the pair of white and tender milk balls Bounced out.
Upon seeing this posture, the four or five men on the side rushed up, and four or five big hands touched Yang Yueru's chest unscrupulously, and violently fucked up. The driver quickly untied Yang Yueru. The rope on the foot, and then fiercely pulled Yang Yueru's pants, and put her big hand in...
Yang Yueru closed her eyes tightly, but she couldn't shut down the tears. Now Yang Yueru believed the other party's words, believed that Zhang Ermao had harmed herself, and believed...
"stop
! "Just when Yang Yueru was desperate to the extreme, when Yang Yueru hated Zhang Ermao, and when she almost wanted to learn from the ancients, Zhang Wanquan pushed away the driver and pushed away all the surrounding Yang Yueru. man.
"Brother Zhang, you won't feel distressed! You won't be reluctant to give her to the brothers!" The driver slowly walked to Zhang Wanquan's body, and put his mouth to Zhang Wanquan's ear and said softly : "Either you fucked this woman, or let us brothers go together and have fun together!"
Zhang Wanquan looked angry. He raised his arm and was about to push away the guy in front of him. However, when he saw the opponent's hand hidden under his clothes and the black hole in the opponent's hand was facing him, Zhang Wanquan was timid and his forehead was facing him. Big beads of sweat came out from Shangdou.
"How about it, have you considered it?"
"You...you all go out, I'll do it myself!" Zhang Wanquan was nervous and hesitant, and finally he cowered.
Everyone walked out slowly with a look of unwillingness, but the driver didn't mean to leave, and pushed Zhang Wanquan in front of Yang Yueru: "Let's start!"
Watching Zhang Wanquan walk in front of her, Yang Yueru shook her head desperately with pleading eyes; looking at Yang Yueru's desperate eyes, Zhang Wanquan was a little embarrassed and a little unbearable, but thought that the gun in the other's hand was facing him. , Zhang Wanquan also felt helpless to the extreme.
"Yueru, don't blame me, if I'm not right, what will you do? They will work together... If you want to blame, blame Zhang Ermao!" After saying that Zhang Wanquan stretched out his hand and pulled out Yang Yueru's panties, and then lay down on Yang Yueru. Already on the body, and then viciously kissed Yang Yueru's white and tender milk ball, and her big hand frantically stroked Yang Yueru's white thigh.
Indeed, the current Zhang Wanquan hated Zhang Ermao, and completely vented his hatred of Zhang Ermao on Yang Yueru. After a kiss, and after a stroke, he quickly backed off his pants and lay down between Yang Yueru’s legs. He squeezed his own hardness into Yang Yueru's body viciously.
Without caress, some are just hatred; there is no love, some are just venting; there is no slight squirming, some are just crazy thrusts, just demonic bumps.
Feeling the sharp pain from her lower body, Yang Yueru did not struggle any more, and she had no room to struggle. Her heart was just filled with hatred, and she didn't even shed another tear. Perhaps the tears had already been covered by the hatred in her eyes. Dried up by the flames of...