Chapter 314

Han Junyu needs help in what he wants to do. It happens that Xiao Jue and Pei Qian are good at Kung Fu. If they want to join in the fun, he is willing to take them all with him.

But Xiao Jue and Pei Qian don't think so. They thought Han Junyu was going to take them to play with women, but they didn't expect that he was looking for a nasty old man.

Men with poisonous mouth and black belly, once again they refresh their understanding of shamelessness.

Compensate them a pure heart!

Song Xuan and Pei Qian guard outside the door. Han Junyu and Xiao Jue enter the suite and easily take care of the bodyguards around Mr. Meng.

Looking at Han Junyu's arrival, master Meng was very surprised. His face was still calm, but his heart was in chaos.

Han Junyu sat on the sofa, staring coldly at the old man Meng who was drinking tea.

"Old man, it's hard to see you. I'm sorry."

Master Meng nodded, showing a kind look.

"Mr. Han, you're welcome. If you want to see me, let me know. I'll make tea for you here."

Han Junyu looks at him pouring tea calmly, kicks it on the tea table, and sprinkles all the hot tea on Mr. Meng.

Master Meng was not angry, and his turbid eyes were staring at him, "Mr. Han, you are very angry."

Someone killed his mother, but he just kicked the table instead of directly kicking people. It's polite.

When he was young, he was just a street gangster. If he could become a small part of a local business, his means must be unclean.

People who don't like his style in the industry privately say that the old boss is a vicious snake.

Biting people in secret, especially revenge.

Don't provoke, or you'll get a bite.

Han Junyu doesn't want to waste time with him. He takes out a picture in his wallet and puts it in front of him.

"Do you know this woman?"

Mr. Meng squinted, his eyes suddenly flashed, a touch of panic, eyes dodged.

I don't know Mr. Han. What do you want to know

"Tell me how she died."

Meng Zhengtao looks ugly and stares at him angrily.

"Mr. Han, you have to talk about evidence. How can you say that her death has something to do with me?"

Han Junyu's dark brown eyes stare at him coldly. Suddenly he sneers coldly, which is extremely ironic.

According to common sense, if someone you know dies and you ask someone who has nothing to do with it, even if that person has no compassion, he will exclaim, what a pity that person has died.

What's more, Meng Zhengtao, who can make scenes, didn't say a word about the scenes, but directly refuted.

What does this mean? It's guilty.

Only guilty people, afraid of being exposed, will retort angrily and safeguard their own interests.

Han Junyu studied economic management, minor in psychology, from the language, to analyze the character's heart.

Originally, he wanted to ask, but listening to Meng Zhengtao's retort, he was more sure that his mother's death had something to do with him.

"I don't know. I'll send you to hell today!" He sprang to his feet.

He was tall and straight, and the pressure of cautious people came to the old man. He took two steps back.

In the turbid eyes, there is blood, full of fear.

"Han Junyu, your mother died. I know you are very sad, and I am sorry. But people can't come back from death. Don't be too painful.

And I have nothing to do with her death. There is a misunderstanding between us. "

Han Junyu shook his head with a sneer. Now he is in the right state.

But it's a pity that it's a state of strong support, such as the end of a crossbow.

"Remember your daughter who was kidnapped?"

Han Junyu whispered in his ear to remind him of something funny.

"I want to tell you the good news that she was really kidnapped. She's Jia xue'er's daughter. She doesn't know that, does she? "

"Oh, I forgot to tell you that I still have a good play waiting for Meng Zhiming. If you don't talk well, tomorrow I'll let you send the white haired man to the black haired man! "

In the Meng family, Mr. Meng's favorite grandson is Meng Zhiming.

Meng Zhengtao was sweating on his back, and his eyes glared at him resentfully.

"Didn't your mother commit suicide?"

Han Junyu's brown eyes flashed blood light. Now he wants to kill him.

"Meng Zhengtao, I came to see you. Naturally, I found out what happened in those years. I came to see you specially to let you die and understand!"

Meng Zhengtao grasped the Buddhist beads in his hand. "I know the cause of your mother's death, taking excessive depression drugs and hypnotics, but I don't know who the killer is."

Han Junyu's face calms down. He puts on his gloves and gracefully takes out a tube of medicine from his pocket.

Xiao Jue, who is sitting next to him eating fruit and watching the play, is surprised to see what Han Junyu is holding.

If he is not wrong, it should be a kind of nerve drug used in the army to interrogate traitors. As long as it is injected into the body, the pain will expand infinitely.Without harming his body, just slapping him gently, what Meng Zhengtao felt was the pain of picking skin and bones.

Han Junyu's mouth slightly raised a curve of Yin measurement. He skillfully injected the medicine into the blood vessels of master Meng.

"This medicine lasts for three hours. If you don't tell me honestly, I'll let you have a taste of what is going to hell on the 18th floor!"

He patted the old man's face gently. The old man suddenly pinched the Buddhist beads on his wrist in pain. His face was full of sweat and he was biting his teeth.

He is so stubborn, Han Junyu is not a good man, the toss or toss.

He stepped on the ground with one foot, and the center of his foot stepped on his heart.

"I heard that you have heart disease?"

Thinking of his heart disease, Mr. Meng was afraid and begged for mercy;

"I said, I said, I asked someone to change your mother's medicine. The man who changed the dressing is Jia Xueer!

She doesn't know what's good and what's bad, but she's pestering you, trying to get benefits from the Han family. But I didn't mean to kill her, because she was fragile and chose to commit suicide! "

Han Junyu showed no mercy and stepped on his heart.

He gave his mother antidepressants and hypnotics. Every day, her mother was in a trance, depressed and in pain.

Doesn't he just want to kill her?

I'm still here. I don't want to kill him.

Damn it!

"I don't want to hurt you, old man. It's your body that can't bear the pain. It's not my fault!"

“……”

Master Meng's eyes widened. He couldn't bear the pain. He cried for mercy and wanted to call for help.

Lord Xiao came over and put the tablecloth in his mouth to stop his voice.

"Old man, I don't have much patience. If you play riddles with me again, no one will collect your body for you!"

If Meng Zhengtao is really killed, Han Junyu will certainly find a way to deal with it and will not be found.

"Yes, yes, I said!"

“……”

In another room, Qin Ning turns over and opens her eyes vaguely.

She woke up hungry.

Seeing the strange environment, she was stunned for a moment and didn't know where she was left.

After a while, I remembered that I had come out to play. I got up and changed my clothes. I took my mobile phone to call Han Junyu, but he didn't answer. She left the room to find someone else for dinner, but she didn't expect to see someone she didn't want to see.