On the phone, Wang Jiahui responded in a coquettish voice: "Well... the computer I bought seems to be broken. My dear, can you come and check it out for me?"

"Sau Bi!"

Fang Zhong cursed in his heart and said, "Tonight, the tigress at home has urged him twice, it's not very convenient."

Upon hearing this, Wang Jiahui's voice was filled with loss: "Oh, okay, I'll ask other male classmates to help me fix the computer."

Fang Zhong's face suddenly fell loose, and he said in a deep voice: "You wait, I'll go to home first and come around at around 8 o'clock!"

"Dear, you are so good!"

"It's not that I'm so good, but that I don't give you an injection a day, so you have to plant a green grassland for me!"

Fang Zhong cursed in his heart and hung up the phone.

Almost an hour later, Fang Zhong drove to Wang Jiahui's rental house.

Wang Jiahui rented a two-bedroom, one-living high-end apartment. Although the area is not large, the decoration of the apartment is still very exquisite.

In the apartment, as soon as Fang Zhong entered the door, he smelled the room with a strong perfume smell. This perfume smell has a certain stimulating effect on men.

In fact, many perfume smells have a certain q-accent effect, which can quickly secrete hormones from the opposite sex.

Fang Zhong looked at the layout of the room. The curtains in the whole room were pulled, with warm red lights on, and there were a lot of heart-shaped embellishments hanging on the windowsills of the room and the walls of the living room. In the virtual bedroom, there were also very rhythmic tempting songs.

Fang Zhong pushed open the bedroom door and saw that the computer in the bedroom was open and there was no problem at all. He immediately smiled, "Tsk tsk, isn't it repairing the computer? It seems that the computer is not sick, is it sick?"

"snort!"

Wang Jiahui snorted lightly, walked to the kitchen with light steps, brought a bottle of red wine that had been opened, and then gave each half cup of it.

Fang Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly, looked at the mouth of the red wine bottle without any trace, and quietly watched Wang Jiahui pour the wine over.

"Life should have a sense of ritual," Wang Jiahui looked at Fang Zhong with charming eyes, took a sip of red wine, and said in a sweet voice: "Dear, you forgot that today is the sixth hundredth anniversary since we met."

"ah?"

Fang Zhong was a little confused, blinked, symbolically picked up the wine bottle and took a small sip.

Wang Jiahui was a little nervous, and her eyes kept aiming at Fang Zhong's lips intentionally or unintentionally. After seeing the latter take a sip, she breathed a little relieved.

"You forgot it as soon as you see it, you forgot it, I didn't!"

Wang Jiahui said in a coquettish way, kicked off her slippers, climbed onto the sofa, and crawled into Fang Zhong's arms like an octopus, and hugged Fang Zhong's neck with both hands. Her beautiful eyes were less than ten centimeters away from the latter's eyes. He stared at Fang Zhong with charming eyes, pointed to the red wine on the coffee table, and opened his mouth wide: "Hey me."

Fang Zhong looked at her for a while, then smiled and nodded, "Okay!"

As he said that, he gently pushed Wang Jiahui away, reached out to hold the red wine on the coffee table, took a sip of the red wine, and then fed Wang Jiahui a sip.

"I'll feed you."

Wang Jiahui took a sip, murmured, and turned over.

Fang Zhong pushed her away and smiled slightly, "Baby, I'll go to the toilet."

Wang Jiahui was stunned and did not refuse.

Fang Zhong shook his head and went to the bathroom barefoot.

About a minute later, Wang Jiahui heard Fang Zhong's puzzled voice coming from the door of the bathroom: "Hey... why do I feel a little bit of my head--"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Jiahui heard a "thump" sound coming from the bathroom.

She hurriedly ran over and saw Fang Zhong lying on the bathroom door, breathing evenly, closing his eyes, and it seemed that he had fallen into a coma.

"husband?"

"husband??"

Wang Jiahui shouted twice and tried to push Fang Zhong again, but the latter did not wake up.

Seeing this, Wang Jiahui finally breathed a sigh of relief. She stared at Fang Zhong for a while, then returned to the living room and picked up the phone that the latter placed on the coffee table.

After being together for a long time, Wang Jiahui knew the screensaw password of Fang Zhong's mobile phone, but Wang Jiahui usually didn't dare to actually take the latter's mobile phone and search it everywhere.

After all, she can’t even talk about a side room. To put it bluntly, she is a mistress and has no say.

Wang Jiahui's palms were covered in sweat. She quickly logged into the latter's microx, and then flipped through the microx collection and conversation with friends. After seeing that she didn't find any valuable clues, she turned her attention to a Baidu Netdisk app on her mobile phone.

"Is there a password?"

When Wang Jiahui logs in, the login password is memorized and there is no need to enter it at all. However, when he clicks on a file, a prompt requiring a secondary password pops up.

"There is a second-level password?"

Wang Jiahui was a little annoyed. She thought about it and tried to use the first two letters of Fang Zhong's pinyin to add the latter's birthday combination together and enter it. Unexpectedly, it was successful once.

Then, Wang Jiahui casually clicked on a folder noted "Agent Details" and was stunned when she saw the contents of the folder clearly.

I saw a large cash flow bill on it, and there were notes, which recorded quite detailedly.

For example... On May 23, he received 1.47 million yuan in payment for goods from Tang Weiguo and 640,000 yuan owed.

For example... Tang Weiguo's goods were unsold this month, and more than 600,000 goods were not sold.

For example, Wang Mao went to Yindong a while ago, and there was a possibility of contacting the manufacturer directly, etc.

If you only look at these numbers, there is actually not a big problem. The problem is that Wang Jiahui knows that Fang Zhong’s identity is clearly the vice president of the real estate company.

Wang Jiahui felt keenly that there were some problems with these bills, so she turned to a 'memorandum' document.

Just when Wang Jiahui was so impressed, Fang Zhong's cold voice suddenly came from behind: "Have you finished reading?"

"Wow"

Wang Jiahui was shocked and threw her phone aside. She turned her head pale and saw that Fang Zhong had woken up at some point. At this moment, she was leaning against the wall, playing with a black standard pistol in her hand, staring at her expressionlessly.

Wang Jiahui was completely confused and was completely confused: "Honey, why are you awake?"

Wang Jiahui squeezed out a smile, and finally said, "It's good to wake up, I will help you to sleep in the room for a while."

Fang Zhong looked at her indifferently: "Who instructed you to do this?"

Wang Jiahui was stunned: "Honey? What did you say? I don't understand!"

"Bang!"

Fang Zhong raised his hand and shot it, and the gun that hit the silencer did not make much noise. However, after one shot, the desk lamp next to Wang Jiahui's sofa was broken.

"Wang Jiahui, your bed skills are excellent and your acting skills are not good. Do you think you can faint me? You are too tender." Fang Zhong said coldly, walked over and looked down at her condescendingly: "I'll ask again, who instructed you to do this?"
Chapter completed!