Song Zhian has never encountered any setbacks or difficulties since he was a child.

As the young master of the Song family, Song Feng, the head of the family, supports him, and his elder brother cleans up the mess behind him. He also has a smooth journey in the entertainment industry, and he is young and beautiful.

But recently, Song Zhian's sky seemed to be falling.

Song Feng was so old that he had to wait in the Bo's downstairs every day, and Song Xun was also very busy, begging for help everywhere, but he could only hit the wall in disgrace.

When Song Zhian just returned to the Song family, Song Feng called him into the study.

At that time, Song Feng's hair was full of hair, and the lines around his eyes were also full of gullies under the recent toil, haggard and old.

Before Song Zhi'an could ask, Song Feng took out his crutches and slammed it heavily on his back, using ten percent of his strength, within a few strokes, mottled blood oozes from his back.

Song Zhi'an looked at Song Feng in disbelief. Since childhood, Song Feng never touched a finger of him, and even spoiled him all the time.

He asked Song Feng, his eyes were full of shock.

Although Song Feng's back was a bit rickety, it was still strong in the past, but recently it has grown old, like a dead tree.He condescendingly watched his unworthy grandson, his chest trembling with anger: "Song Zhi'an! You still dare to ask me why? Think about who you have offended recently?"

As soon as Song Fengfu opened his mouth, Song Zhian broke out in a cold sweat, and suddenly remembered the man in the corridor that day.

"Grandpa, what are you talking about? I've been honestly staying in the crew recently and haven't gone anywhere..."

Song Zhi'an supported the pain on his back, and opened his mouth in panic. Song Feng said with a stern face: "Didn't go out? How did you provoke Bo Shi if you didn't go out?"

"I went around begging for help with a shy old face, and they told me politely that the withdrawal of Song's investment funds was all because of Bo's."

The flesh on his back was bruised and purple, and Song Zhian couldn't help but echo what Bo Yu said that day——

"Song Zhi'an, let Song Feng come to see me in three days, otherwise, I think Song Feng will know very well what will happen to the Song family."

No wonder, he tried his best to find someone to inquire about him, but he still had no clue, as if this man had never appeared before...

What he should have thought earlier was not that the other party was too unknown to be found, but because the other party's identity and status were at the top of the pyramid, and it was difficult for ordinary people to find out...

That was the Bo family who could cover the sky with one hand in Dongcheng, Song Zhian's pupils shrank suddenly.

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Bo Yu's office is on the 22nd floor of the commercial building, with excellent lighting and a unique design.

Song Zhian stood in the elevator, the wound on his back was aching.

The transparent glass elevator can clearly reflect the shadow of everyone in this commercial building, busy and running around.

After arriving at the 22nd floor, the field of vision was wide open. Bai Heng stood politely in front of the door, but his brows and eyes were arrogant and indifferent, expressionless.

Seeing Song Feng and Song Zhian coming up, Bai Heng glanced at Song Zhian's hand, and then inadvertently retracted it.

According to the photos he collected, Song Zhi'an tried to touch Gu Qichi more than once on the set, and Bai Heng even found out the conversation between him and his assistant.

If I remember correctly, the other party brazenly said that he would find Gu Qichi's "golden master" in an attempt to replace him...

Bai Heng could even recall Bo Yu's face when he went to submit this document in Bo Yu's office, it was terribly gloomy.

It seems that it is unlucky to change someone today.

A half-truth and half-fake smile finally appeared on Bai Heng's face, and he said sincerely: "Mr. Song, go in. Mr. Bo is waiting for you inside."

"Good luck."

After the door was pushed open, Song Zhian gasped for breath.

The man leaned on the seat lazily, with his legs crossed, and the cigarette in his hand slowly released white smoke, and the scarlet end of the cigarette was flickering.

"Song Zhi'an?"

Bo Yu took a puff of his cigarette, his eye circles scattered in the air, and he called his name in an unclear tone.

Originally, Bai Heng wanted to close the door and go out, but the alarm sounded in his heart. He was a little uneasy, so he honestly hid in front of the door and moved to a corner.

The sixth sense told him that he had better stay here today, otherwise Bo Yu would do something crazy in public, which would be bad.

Bo Yu lowered his eyelashes, stood up slightly, leaned his elbows on the desk, and clicked on a recording on his mobile phone.

Immediately afterwards, Song Zhian heard his own voice coming out of the small megaphone, it was he who was talking in the box of the bar.

Every word and sentence is recorded very clearly.

"Song Shao, I haven't seen you coming out very much recently, why do you suddenly want to have sex today?"

"Hey, the people standing here today are all recent newcomers. They are very clean. I specially left them for you to try."

In the recording, Song Zhian was probably drunk, and there was a clear and clear sound of wine glasses colliding. Song Zhian and the person on the opposite side laughed and said something, and then he could hear the sound of cloth rubbing and walking. He must have chosen someone.

But soon, Song Zhi'an's voice sounded again: "Tsk, Mr. Zhao, your vision is not good recently. This kind of thing is far worse than before."

"Ham, isn't this not in Dongcheng? How can it compare with Dongcheng here. I remember your identity, otherwise I still have a few idols who have just debuted there, and I am worried that there is no way out. I just don't know that Young Master SongWould you like to give them a chance?"

There was an ambiguous sound of water stains on the phone. Song Zhian probably kissed the person next to him, but within a few seconds, he pushed the person away irritably: "It's not strong enough."

"People also look average..."

He paused, as if remembering something again, he said suddenly: "Did you find out what I asked you to inquire about, who is that Gu Qichi in my crew, who is the sponsor?"

Mr. Zhao laughed awkwardly. To be honest, he also went to inquire, but all the rumors about this young actor seemed groundless, and it was hard to track down any of the rumored benefactors.

Thinking of this, he tentatively said, "Master Xiao Song, this Gu Qichi, what if there is no patron..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted coldly by Song Zhian, who drank another drink, his voice was a little floaty: "Impossible, his benefactor has come to the door, can you still call?"

"Tsk, Gu Qichi is a kind person. With that person, I won't let him touch him..."

There was a sudden dead silence in the CEO's office, Bai Heng's hands and feet were icy cold, and he didn't dare to breathe out.

This recording was not submitted to Bo Yu by him...

He didn't even know where Bo Yu got this recording, and the situation was even worse than he imagined.

Recording continues.

Mr. Zhao apologized and said with a smile: "This little star has no vision. With the favor of our young master Song, he hanged himself on that crooked neck tree. He really doesn't know what's good. Besides, this good-looking person in the entertainment industryThere are so many, and you don’t miss him by your side.”

Song Zhian sneered, getting more and more drunk, interrupted the other party, and said to himself: "Heh, do you think anything can be compared with Gu Qichi?"

"You've never seen him like that. There's no one in the entire entertainment industry who looks better than him, with a slender waist and long legs..."

Song Zhi'an laughed, with a friendly tone, as if reminiscing about something: "The ass is still up, he kicked me when he was filming that day, and it just hit my heart. This kick is really exciting. AlsoNo wonder his benefactor has the guts to talk harshly to me, Gu Qichi must be very energetic in bed, and if I were him, I would definitely take good care of him..."

He picked up his glass and took another sip: "Do you still have any medicine over there? It's the kind of scumbag from last time. After the filming of this scene, I have to tie him back and train him well..."

The recording stopped here, and nothing could be heard in the meeting room, only Song Feng and Song Zhian's gasps could be heard.

Bai Heng broke out in a cold sweat again.

The deadly atmosphere spread inch by inch, the air pressure around Bao Yu was extremely low, and the cigarette between his two fingers was still shining scarlet.

The curvature of his lips seemed to be a smile but not a smile, his eyelashes drooped, and his eyes fell on the phone, making it difficult for people to see the expression in his eyes.

But as Bo Yu's most capable subordinate, Bai Heng knew very well that Bo Yu was angry.

Song Zhian acted like he was courting death, and completely stepped on Bo Yu's bottom line, making him feel murderous.

"Song Zhi'an, who do you want to train?"

"If I remember correctly, I warned you, don't try to get Gu Qichi's idea again."

Bo Yu stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, a laugh escaped his throat, leaned forward, and threw the cigarette into the trash can.

The darkness in his eyes surged, thick as a puddle of insoluble ink, his facial features were sharp and frighteningly cold.

Song Feng didn't dare to vent his anger, his hands on the crutches shook into balls, he stretched out his hand stiffly to hit Song Zhian's knee, forcing him to kneel down.

"Bastard! How can you say such a thing! Hurry up and apologize to Mr. Bo!"

But Bo Yu didn't care, and said lightly, "Old Song, don't worry, let him say who he wants to tie, who he wants to train, and who he wants to send to his bed."

"I'm curious."

As soon as the words were finished, Bo Yu took the crystal ashtray on the desk in his hand, without stopping at all, and smashed it to Song Zhi'an who was kneeling on the ground.

Bo Yuzhun's head was fine, the crystal hit Song Zhi'an's forehead, causing a big wound

Scarlet blood slid down Song Zhian's pale face, and the ashtray fell to the ground following inertia, shattered to pieces, the large and small residues refracted dazzling light, and the bright red mixed with it could still be seen.

"Bai Heng, it's getting late, let me inform you that everyone can leave work early today, and no one is allowed to stay in the company. By the way, take Mr. Song down and call a few people up."

Cold sweat broke out frequently on Bai Heng's forehead, and his wrists were trembling.

In recent years, Bo Yu has been cultivating himself for so long that Bai Heng has forgotten that those rumors circulating in Dongcheng are not lies, but actually happened.

Bo Yu's methods were even more ruthless than rumored.

"Yes, Boss."

Song Feng panicked, knelt down beside Song Zhi'an in embarrassment, and begged in a trembling voice: "Mr. Bo, Xiaoan is just confused for a while, those words are just for fun...Mr. Bo, give him another one."Give it a chance, Boss."

"Bai Heng, why don't you take him down?"

Bo Yu glanced at Song Feng, his jaw line was crisp and sharp, and his whole body exuded the aura of not getting close to strangers.

"By the way, if the old man still doesn't give up, show him the document on your desk, and he will know what to do and what not to do."

That document was nothing else, it was all the outrageous things Song had done over the years.

Bo Yu almost didn't use much manpower, and he stripped Song Feng's details completely——

Corruption and bribery, false reporting, tax evasion, etc. Needless to say, even people's lives have been ignored, young girls are kidnapped, and people are forced to have abortions.

As long as one is stabbed, the Song family will not be able to continue to maintain today's glory.

When he saw the things in Bai Heng's hands, Song Feng's face turned pale, and he almost sat on the ground, his lips were trembling, and he was terrified.

When he saw that the door of Bo Yu's office was pushed open again, and a few strong men broke in, Song Feng's legs trembled and his pants were wet.

Song Zhian was completely panicked at this moment, his beautiful face was covered with tears, mixed with the blood on his forehead, it was extremely terrifying.

"Grandpa, grandpa. I know I was wrong, don't leave me behind, grandpa..." Song Zhian tugged at Song Feng's trouser legs, his voice trembling, and his face was distorted.

But his words didn't arouse Bo Yu's pitiful sympathy. Song Feng was immediately dragged out by the bodyguards. Song Zhian was also kicked a few steps away, straightened up again, and his hands were cut behind his back.

The place where he knelt was changed, but he was impartial, and just landed on the shattered glass slag.

The sharp and sharp fragments pierced into the flesh, and were forced down by someone. In an instant, the flesh was bloody, and the black suit pants were soaked, and a dark red spread quietly.

Song Zhian's complexion changed, the huge pain distorted his complexion, his limbs became stiff, and an indiscernible howl of pain came from his throat.

"Mr. Bo, Mr. Bo, I was wrong. I shouldn't have hit Gu Qi... No, I shouldn't have hit your partner. Please, give me another chance. I won't dare again..."

"Next time, the next time I see him, I will kneel down and apologize to him, Mr. Bo, please forgive me..."

The fragments pierced deeper and deeper, almost hurting the nerves, Song Zhian's heart was beating uncontrollably, sharp tinnitus came from his ears, the huge dizziness made him dizzy, his whole body was about to convulse, tears mixed with snotWith a full face, he couldn't see his previous glamorous appearance.

Bo Yu tapped his fingers on the table twice, looked down at Song Zhi'an condescendingly, and chuckled inexplicably from his throat: "Why, do you want another time?"

Bo Yu winked, and the people behind Song Zhian immediately straightened Song Zhian's face, so that he could be completely exposed to Bo Yu's eyes.

Bo Yu's latest mobile phone wallpaper is a photo of Gu Qichi sleeping. The young man is shrouded in the sun, his skin is more than snow, but his neck and collarbone are full of attractive blush, most of his body is hidden in the bed, and he can't see the scenery below..But the face is extremely delicate, as if it was pinched by Nuwa herself, without any flaws.

When Bo Yu took the picture, he got close, and the pixels of the phone were so good that the tiny hairs on Gu Qichi's face were clearly captured, the lips were slightly swollen, and the small wounds on it were also very clear.

In the morning afterwards, it was really exciting.

Bo Yu smiled lightly, without any hint of intimacy, it was as cold as a sharp blade, and the bright light of the blade flickered, enough to penetrate into the heart and lungs.

"Tell me, where did you touch him?" Bo Yu said slowly.

"Feet?"

His gaze swept over Song Zhian, and he slowly took out the Swiss Army Knife from the drawer.The saber was sharpened, the blade was sharp, and the blade was shiny. Bao Yu's fingertips pressed on it, and a cut was made in the flesh instantly, and bright red blood dripped out, but he didn't care.

He just continued to caress the knife casually, as if treating his beloved lover gently.

"Is my wife so energetic when she kicks you, that it can make you such a bastard think so much? Huh?"

Bo Yu used his index finger to wipe off the bloodstain on his thumb, spreading out an even streak of blood, and his face was reflected on the blade, violent and gloomy, like an evil spirit in the depths of hell who has lost his mind.

Bo Yu played with the saber, slowly got up, stood in front of Song Zhian, and said softly, "Where did he kick you?"

His eyes fell on Song Zhian's heart, he took a leisurely look at it, and said, "If I heard correctly, it's the heart—"

As soon as the words were finished, Bo Yu kicked Song Zhian's heart. He didn't hold back even half of his strength, and was kicked to the ground by the other party. He threw his head back and made a muffled bang.

The light yellow liquid dripped down the ground, Song Zhian's limbs were stiff, unable to move, tears flowed into his mouth mixed with snot, it was a bit salty.His pupils were a little out of focus, and he was distracted. He struggled to get up and kowtow, but was kicked by Bao Yu again.

This kick hit the ribs, and the room was dead silent, and needles could be heard in the silence, so a clear sound of bones breaking could be heard.

The pain spread to all limbs, Song Zhian's calf muscles spasmed uncontrollably, and he was about to pass out.

Bo Yu raised his foot and stepped on his head, contemptuously and disdainfully, as high as an emperor.

The Swiss Army Knife in Bo Yu's hand was also stained crimson with blood.

"How about it, I kicked your heart too, is it good this time?"

It's a pity, he hasn't been stained with blood for a long time, why there are always some blind things trying to get his hands on his things.

Still this kind of insignificant jumping beam clown.

Thinking that the other party had molested Gu Qichi with dirty thoughts, the anger in Bo Yu's heart couldn't stop surging, burning his reason.

The strength on his feet was getting stronger and stronger, looking at Song Zhian's distorted face, Bo Yu let out a disappointed "tsk", slowly changed places, and stepped on Song Zhian's hand.

"Have you ever touched him with this hand?"

Bo Yu violently crushed it with force, and the saber in his palm was shaking, as if he couldn't hold it stably.

In fact, they did. Bo Yu had seen the photos, and even though Gu Qichi tried his best to avoid it, Song Zhian still touched his face through filming.

Maybe there were more places, but he didn't see it, Bo Yu thought casually, should he cut off his hands and feet, dirty things should be destroyed as a matter of course.

The knife in hand is a good tool.

"Ah-uh!"

The entire hand bone seemed to be crushed, Song Zhian's forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat, and he twitched uncontrollably.

From his angle, he could only see Bo Yu's shiny leather shoes and his broad hands.

His blue veins stretched on the back of his hand, spreading all the way up, and his forearm muscles were tight and smooth, giving him a sense of strength.

The saber in his hand was sharp, Song Zhian saw it, it scratched Bo Yu's hand very quickly, the sword pierced into the flesh, it only took a few seconds to cut the flesh and blood, cut off the meridians in the body,Then let the blood flow.

Song Zhi'an was already in a panic, the space emitted a stench and an unpleasant smell, and the ground was not very clean.

Bo Yu withdrew his feet and looked at Song Zhian who had passed out in front of him from top to bottom. The knife in his hand still couldn't hold it firmly, and it staggered to the seam of Song Zhian's trousers.

The people on the ground groaned again.

"Useless things."

Bo Yu pulled off his tie, and even undid two buttons of his shirt.

The window behind him was opened knowingly, and fresh air flooded into the room, dispelling the unpleasant smell.

Bo Yu sat back on his chair with a relaxed expression.

Seeing Gu Qichi's WeChat on his phone, his complexion improved a bit.

"Wife": Bo Yu, thank you.

"Wife": When will you go home?

He raised his hand and typed a few lines: I've said it many times, don't thank me.

Deleted again.

"Bo Yu": Go back right away.

"Bo Yu": Are you happy today?

Gu Qichi was probably busy and didn't have time to reply to Bo Yu, but Bo Yu didn't get angry, he threw the phone on the table again, and took out an iron box from the drawer.

I don't know what was inside, and it rattled as it shook.

Bo Yu looked at the box in his hand, and said coolly, "Wake people up."

Song Zhi'an was woken up by being splashed with water, and he also felt bursts of pain.

His whole body was wet, the temperature was low in winter, the clothes stuck to his body sticky, the cloth seemed to seep into the festering wound, and it was heart-wrenching pain.

Even though he didn't want to, he heard Bo Yu's devilish voice again: "Do you know what this is?"

The delicate little box made a crisp sound, a huge uneasiness came to his heart, Song Zhian shook his head tremblingly.

"Bo... President Bo..."

He couldn't even speak.

"Aren't you curious about this medicine? I specially found some for you, so that you can often feel this way."

The iron box was thrown by Bo Yu to the people waiting beside him, Song Zhian's jaw was forcefully removed directly, the medicine slipped into his throat, and he gulped down forcefully.

The stinky saliva trickled out from the corner of the mouth, and the lower jaw was reattached.

It was rare for Bo Yu to think about it, and he joked with Song Zhi'an: "I forgot to tell you, this medicine is not the same as the one you asked for."

He twisted one, and the small white disc stuck to his fingertips, exuding a blurred halo under the light, and twisted vigorously into powder.

The fine white powder drew a smooth straight line in the air, and fell straight into the trash can. Bao Yu picked up the handkerchief and wiped his hands clean, and raised his eyelids indifferently.

"This medicine is a newly developed enhanced version, and its efficacy is 30 times stronger than the previous one. The person in charge told me that only one-eighth of the dose is enough."

"If you eat a whole piece directly, the effect should be better."

"I believe that the researchers will be very happy to see your reaction. I believe you will not mind contributing your own strength to scientific research."

After finishing speaking, Bo Yu withdrew his gaze, leaned on the back chair in a leisurely manner, and said to the human behind Song Zhian: "Throw him out, find a hotel and close it for a day, and don't let him do harm to any men or women again."gone."

"Throw away that saber too, there's no need to keep the dirty things."

After dealing with everything, Bai Heng re-entered.

He lowered his head, his palms were wet and sticky, quietly waiting for Bo Yu's instructions.

Today's President Bo is really scary, Bai Heng seems to have returned to four years ago, when the Bo family was the most bloody.

Brothers fight against the wall, father is unkind, no one wants to harm Bo Yu, they all hope that Bo Yu will die sooner.

Find someone to assassinate, tamper with the brakes, even poison his diet...

The plots that can only be seen in novels in the past seem to be commonplace in Bo Yu. At first, Bai Heng would collapse on the ground in panic.So surprising.

Time really changes a person unconsciously.

Bai Heng thought, in fact, today's Bo Yu is already very kind, he thought he would see some more horrific scenes.

After all, Bo Yu from a few years ago can be said to have killed without blinking an eye.

Bo Yu was also looking at his own hand. It was white and slender with distinct joints. Except for the small wound on the thumb, there was no blood stain on it.

It's a pity, Bo Yu thought casually, Gu Qichi doesn't like the smell of blood, and he doesn't like his private means.

In his heart, he should still be a good citizen who abides by the law...

It's just that it's cheaper than that scumbag Song Zhi'an...

Bo Yu straightened up lazily, and frowned uncontrollably when his eyes fell on the puddle of marks on the ground, a little impatient: "This office is useless, find a company to redecorate it."

"During the renovation period, help me find a suitable office space, or it would be good for me to work from home."

The more I think about it, the more I think it's a wonderful idea. I can spare more time to take care of Qichi. Bo Yu is more satisfied, and then adds: "The decoration style of the office is redecorated according to Madam's preference. Is there anything I don't understand?You can ask me first."

Bai Heng wrote down one by one, and said yes softly.

After Bo Yu finished explaining, he didn't mention his own punishment, so Bai Heng was slightly relieved.

On the way to send Bo Yu back to Bo's house, Bo Yu received Gu Qichi's WeChat.

"Wife": [link]

"Wife": [link]

"Wife": Bo Yu, do you want to go to the hot spring?

Bo Yu raised his eyebrows. Gu Qichi never cared much about these recreational activities. Compared with going out for fun, he prefers to use his time to supplement his sleep.

Bo Yu, on the other hand, prefers to use his time for more meaningful things.

Like kissing and flirting.

He jokingly replied:

"Bo Yu": Why do you suddenly want to go to the hot spring?

"Bo Yu": Is there anything interesting?

Gu Qichi's eyelashes trembled slightly on the other end of the phone, a little shy.

No one stayed in the villa, and now he was alone.Only then did he dare to take out the box of things that Bo Yu had bought for a closer look, and hastily picked out the two most practical items.

It's not something fun, but Bo Yu should like it...