Chapter 1170

When the phone was connected, Yang Xiong's impatient voice came from inside.

"What's up?"

"We miss Su want you to make a statement. Those photos and videos are false accusations and false rumors, and issue a lawyer's letter at the same time, so as to deter those keyboard men."

Xiao Li whispered, and Yang Xiong impatiently interrupted her.

"What does your business have to do with me? If you haven't cleaned up your tail, come and trouble me? I have a lot of things to do. Don't bother me, go away."

After that, he hung up the phone directly.

"Doodle doodle."

There was a busy sound in the microphone. Xiao Li looked up at Su Ruoxi and looked helpless.

"Miss Su, this..."

"Stop talking."

Su Ruoxi lay on her back, staring at the ceiling.

Now she is like a fish on someone else's chopping board. No one can pull her except at home.

She turned over and sat up again and dialed Zhang Mei.

"Mom."

"I don't have your daughter!"

In response to her, it was Zhang Mei's abuse.

Su Ruoxi listened, her fingers clenched her mobile phone, and there was a sharp pain on her fingernails.

She's finished.

In the next few days, the black materials of Su Ruoxi and Yang Xiong continued to ferment. Su Ruoxi almost became a street mouse, and people abused her everywhere.

Yang Xiong is no better.

He just broke up with President Yun. President Yun disliked his bad reputation. He had to go to the street alone and wanted to play in the bar.

In the past, Yang Xiong was the boss of the company. At least he had some money. When he came to the bar, he was always surrounded by a lot of Yingyan, who wanted to talk to him.

But this time he came, no one paid attention to him.

Yang Xiong ordered a glass of wine, sat at the bar and drank quietly, listening to the voices of others behind him.

"Look, it's him. He wrapped Su Ruoxi and now he's out drinking."

"Doesn't it mean that his company's economy is in recession? Even his daughter has gone out to get rich. How can he afford to support others?"

"Men are not always like this."

People's comments made him a little uncomfortable. He looked at his mobile phone and simply went out.

He has to find someone to dredge the relationship, especially his cooperation with president Huang.

Just then, president Huang called.

"Mr. Yang, let's stop our cooperation."

President Huang's voice was cold. Yang Xiong was a little flustered when he heard it.

"Mr. Huang, our project progress is not good. Why should we stop?"

"My wife won't let me cooperate with people with personality problems."

President Huang's answer was straightforward, and Yang Xiong frowned immediately.

He knows that Mr. Huang is a man. He really cares about his family and obeys his wife. If he has personality problems, he can't continue to cooperate.

But president Huang said so, proving that there is room for maneuver.

"Mr. Huang, we have cooperated for many years. You know who I am. I will never pit partners in business. It's just that I haven't taken good care of cattle, ghosts and gods recently. It's a little unlucky. Men, who doesn't make mistakes..."

"All right, I won't listen to you. You can finish your business quickly, and we can continue to cooperate."

Mr. Huang warned him and hung up.

Looking at the darkening mobile phone screen, Yang Xiong sneered.

Solve the trouble?

It's just threatening him to get rid of these people so that his reputation won't be damaged.

Hum.

Yang Xiong made several phone calls and wanted people he knew to come and help him, but those fair weather friends didn't care about him, but refused to do it.

In his heart, Yang Xiong thought of his daughter, Yang Zhenzhen.

She's pretty at least. If you let her climb up to president Huang

He called Yang Zhenzhen.

"Doo... Doo..."

No one answered the phone for a long time. Yang Xiong hung up angrily and turned around to call his assistant.

"Check it out for me. Where's the dead girl Yang Zhenzhen?"

"Yes."

The assistant agreed, quickly found the news and carefully replied to Yang Xiong.

"Miss Yang, she is in the hospital now."

hospital?

Yang Xiong frowned and didn't speak. He just waited for the assistant to go on.