After being possessed by a boss, I became popular all over the Internet

Chapter 91

Looking at the document that fell on the tea table, Wang Jie's expression froze instantly. At that moment, he felt extremely annoyed. He didn't expect Yun Zian to be here waiting for them!

He grabbed Yun Zian by the neckline and slammed him against the wall, spit and stars splashed, and roared, "You fucking did it on purpose!"

"You b*tch!" Wang Jie was completely dazed by anger, swearing all kinds of dirty words, never seeing the gentleness of the social elite, "You're a fucking bastard, an ungrateful bastard! How dare you play me——!"

Yun Zian pinched Wang Jie's wrist, which was holding his collar, and competed with him for strength at the same time. His bones and muscles creaked, and he still smiled calmly, "Director Wang, don't speak so harshly. After all, we have worked together for three years. Well, to put it bluntly, I have also brought a lot of profits to the company, not to mention..."

He leaned close to Wang Jie's ear, and laughed in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "If it wasn't for me... where would you go to curry favor with so many investors and producers?"

Wang Jie was trembling with anger all over his body, "You just rely on your fucking face to climb onto the bed! You vixen! White-eyed wolf!..."

"That's right..." Yun Zian's face looked a little seductive at this moment, as if he could eat people without spitting out his bones, he smiled, "Then who sent me to them?"

Wang Jie was stared at by him like that, and for a moment he seemed to be stared at by a snake and a scorpion. His hairs stood on end, "It's obvious that you are shameless and want to climb the dragon and the phoenix..."

"Who is cheating, who is pocketing..." Yun Zi'an's eyes gradually hardened, and the depth of his pupils shone with a cold light like a blade, and the strength in his hands increased little by little, and he forced Wang Jie The wrist was bent into a strange angle, "Who ordered to add ingredients to the wine..."

Yun Zian grabbed Wang Jie's throat with his left hand, and slammed his head on the coffee table like patting a watermelon.

The smoke scar on his palm seemed to come alive, and the burning pain swelled, constantly stimulating the nerves of his brain, and a sneer appeared from the corner of his mouth, "To be honest, the reason why I chose Feitian was not because I It's not that I'm blind because I don't know much about the world, it's just that I just took advantage of you, and you've made a lot of money from me in the past three years.

"Dare to threaten with pornographic photos..." Yun Zi'an kept tightening the palm of his throat, and Wang Jie's body struggled and trembled like a live fish landing on the shore due to lack of oxygen, but he still couldn't escape Yun Zi'an's control. He snorted coldly with disdain, "It's like a clown jumping on the bridge and killing himself."

Just before Wang Jie rolled his eyes and was about to faint, Yun Zi'an let go of his hand, straightened his collar slowly, squatted down, and held a vintage letter opener between his slender fingers, The cold blade patted Wang Jie's face, and smiled slightly, "For your sake, it's better to sign."

Wang Jie's clothes were messy and he was slumped on the ground covered in cold sweat. In his sight, Yun Zi'an's eyes that were always lazy and half-closed were looking at him with a smile. The smile on the corner of his mouth seemed to be portrayed. Trembling uncontrollably, he hurriedly got up, "I...I sign..."

He came out this time to sign the contract, and he had his official seal on him, but he glanced around the coffee table, but he didn't see any ink pads at all. He raised his head tremblingly and asked Yun Zian, "Is there... any ink pads..."

"Sorry." Yun Zian seemed helpless, "This is up to you to find a way."

"I..." Wang Jie's cold sweat continued to flow down his temples, his Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, "I didn't..."

Yun Zi'an smiled again when he heard the words, but in the next second he suddenly changed his face, grabbed Wang Jie's left hand and pressed it on the coffee table, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, and the letter opener pierced the back of his hand from top to bottom, killing him. His left hand was firmly nailed to the coffee table.

After a delay of about three or four seconds, the nerves transmitted the pain sensation. Wang Jie's eyes were bloodshot, and he looked at his left hand in disbelief, and wailed inhumanly from the depths of his throat, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ——!”

Yun Zian pressed Wang Jie's trembling and twitching hand, grabbed the seal, stained it with blood that flowed continuously, and stamped it on the last page of the contract.

After finishing all this, he behaved calmly, he didn't even care about the scarlet blood on his cheeks, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and held the cigarette butt, there was a click, and the flames flashed in the darkness.

Yun Zi'an's hair was scattered in front of his forehead, and he just looked at Wang Jie with blurred eyes, his rosy lips parted slightly, and he exhaled a thick white misty smoke.

"I forgot to tell you..." He smiled lightly again, his face shrouded in white mist, looking coquettish and cold, "I am—"

"——It's always been revenge."

Holding this contract that symbolizes freedom, Yun Zian turned around and walked out of the hotel room, walked along the corridor silently, pushed open the door of the bathroom, and put a "cleaning" notice board at the door, When he came to the sink, he rubbed the blood on his hands nervously, until his fingers turned white, cold and numb, and he couldn't feel the temperature at all, then he raised his head to look at himself in the mirror, his gaze was like the tip of a needle Condensed on the scarlet blood on the cheek.

This is the end of the relationship with Feitian...

In the past three years, in the eyes of others, I can be said to be romantic and notorious...

Yun Zian stretched out his wet hand and left deep finger marks on the mirror. Through the falling water drops, his memory suddenly returned to the sentence he asked Rong Xiao two months ago in the ward of the CYO base. ——

"Brother, if I kill someone... what are you going to do?"

After two or three seconds of silence, Yun Zian suddenly wanted to absorb the warmth, he wanted to hear Rong Xiao's voice so much, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, dialed it to him with shaking fingers, and then leaned on him exhausted. Waiting at the sink to answer.

Just listen to Rong Xiao's voice, even if there is a thorny sky in front of him, he can continue walking...

"Hello." Hearing the familiar deep voice, Yun Zian seemed to see Rong Xiao standing in front of him, "Yuan..."

He couldn't help trembling deep in his throat, and the words he said seemed to have been polished by sandpaper, full of the smell of rust, "Didn't you ask me three years ago...why did you choose to enter the circle?"

"Rong Xiao..." Yun Zi'an tightened his lips, tears fell from the corners of his tightly closed red eyes, trembling and choking, "Do you still remember my mother..."

"Aunt Rong..." A woman's face suddenly appeared in the back of Rong Xiao's mind, and his breathing stopped instantly, "Yuan, you are because..."

In the few memories he had left, Aunt Rong died when Yun Zian was three years old because of a fire in the villa, and he was only six years old at that time.

But what does this have to do with Yunzi's entry into the entertainment industry...

Yun Zian's brain hurt as if it was being stirred, and the raging fire that could swallow half of the sky kept flashing in the depths of his eyes. The choking smoke still burned his heart to this day, and he cried out heart-piercingly. The sound echoed in the ears, making the living souls of the survivors not have a moment of peace.

His voice sounded so flat that there was no tone at all, as if he was a machine that could only read——

"My mother she..."

"...was murdered."

Saying this sentence is like inserting a red-hot blade into the gangrene attached to the bone, while the blood is dripping and tearing, there is a joy of wishing to goug it out. For three whole years, Yun Zi'an didn't know that he was blurred by this How many days and nights have I been tormented by the clear truth, and I don't know how many times I have stood on the ruins that have been razed to nothing, staring in vain.

"My mother is..." Yun Zian was crying so hard that he couldn't hold back his body, and all his weakness and pain were exposed at this moment, "She was murdered..."

When his mother died, he was only three years old and didn't even have the concept of death. He only vaguely learned some facts from his servants and elders when he was seven or eight years old. No matter how long he waited, it was impossible for his mother to show up again.

After that... There was another hostess in the villa, and a son who was six years older than herself.

"Brother..." This point seemed to be a thorn in his heart, which made Yun Zi'an deeply blame himself and couldn't let go of it. Appearance...but I'm afraid that if even I forget my mother...no one in this world will remember her..."

"A new villa was built on the ruins of the villa, and there was a new mistress and a new son in the villa..."

"My mother is like she doesn't exist..."

However, in the next second, crimson distorted hatred appeared in the depths of his eyes, his teeth almost gnawed, and every breath trembled as if it was about to stop abruptly, "The only clue is... counting after the villa caught fire. Mother's relic..."

"A silver letter opener is missing from the dowry in the bedroom."

Yun Zi'an's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly speak, messy black shadows were swaying in front of his eyes, and the flames soaring into the sky seemed like monsters spitting out their tongues. In the crackling sound of the raging fire, the three-year-old him was rushed by his servants. When he was taken out of the villa, he vaguely heard a sharp cry——

"Heis..." It has been 22 years, and he can't even believe his memory. His fingers trembled and pressed his temples, and every word he said seemed to be filled with blood, "I heard my mother shouted' He's'..."

"The murderer...is a man..."

Suddenly, the cubicle in the corner was pushed open with a creak. Unexpectedly, the call was overheard by others. Yun Zian turned his head unexpectedly, and the pupils reflecting the figure trembled in horror——