Chapter 1120

One video is about five minutes. Shen Zhongguo beats his son for five minutes.

Wenqiao only played about 30 seconds and then turned off the video, because Han Ying had already sobbed behind her. She was afraid she couldn't bear to watch it again.

"Mr. Shen, can we talk now?"

Shen Zhong was pinched at the gate of his life. He had never been threatened so naked. He was furious, but he couldn't show it too clearly.

"What would miss Wen want to talk about?" he said with a gloomy smile

Wen Qiao said softly, "Mr. Shen should know what I want. You promised me that 600 ml of blood is operated by yourself in a dark box. You should naturally satisfy this requirement. What does Mr. Shen think?"

The corners of Shen's mouth twitched twice and did not say anything.

Wenqiao's eyes were gloomy and he gently rubbed his finger: "Mr. Shen's condition is that I discipline Shen Yan well. I am Shen Yan's longest term of office as a tutor. The staff in your mansion have also said that in recent days, Shen Yan no longer has mischievous behavior, and his cultural class has also risen. If Mr. Shen really wants to be a insidious and insidious person, his words will not be true I might as well let the outside world know what you really look like, and see if you dare to do business with such a Mr. Shen in the future. "

Shen Zhong: "you..."

Wenjo: since I'm here, of course, I have comprehensive evidence. It's up to you whether or not to make it public

Shen Zhong almost jumped into a rage.

"What else do you want? Make it clear once and for all."

Wenqiao's eyes lifted: "one is 600 ml of blood, the other is that Shen Yan's custody belongs to Ms. Han."

In Shen Zhong's eyes, there was a flash of killing.

But all of a sudden, electric light flint, do not know when to stand behind Wenqiao Chen Shuyi grabbed her hand's mobile phone, directly into the side of the bathtub not far away, the mobile phone Zi La Zi La seems to have leaked electricity, scrapped on the spot.

Wenjo was stunned.

To be sure, the Shen family certainly has no electronic industry or high-tech industry.

Shen Zhong suddenly had confidence: "what if I don't agree?"

Su CE's eyes are just like looking at an idiot. Don't you know there is a backup of this kind of thing? The Shen state is only over 50. How can it be so out of date?

Wenjo: no? Now I'll send my backup video files to Weibo, buy 100 marketing numbers, and then buy a hot search. Mr. Shen can become famous. "

Shen Zhong's eyes were dim: "you What do you say

Wenqiao took a look at Shen Zhong, and then looked at Uncle Chen. He couldn't help laughing. "You don't really think I only have a video in this mobile phone, do you? To be honest, I've backed up a lot of copies, which are available everywhere. My friend stares at the video now. As soon as I give an instruction, she will send it to the Internet immediately. Mr. Shen, there is not much time left for you. I will give you five minutes to think about it. "

Shen Zhong: "how do I know that you are not cheating me?"

Wenjunuozui: "well, first send a few photos of Shen Yan's wounds on the Internet and mosaic his face."

Two minutes later, Wen Qiao raised eyebrows: "Mr. Shen searched the Internet for Shenyan's microblog to see if there were any of these photos."

Uncle Chen was in a mess. He took out his mobile phone and searched it. There were three pictures full of scars. They could see that it was the young master at a glance.

Sure enough, she had a backup.