Zhao Yongqi was walking in front, but Da Mumu, who was always very queen-like, was now like a well-behaved little wife, following him honestly. However, the big man in front was full of inconsequential faces, while the little woman behind her had anger in her beautiful eyes, as if she wanted to eat the thin little man dragged to walk further away at any time.

Amid the surprise eyes of the actors or staff on the set, the team returned to the resting place of the security group when they set off. The innermost room here is also the temporary cell of the security group.

Because there are often crazy fans who want to rush into the set on weekdays, or some tabloid paparazzi are too diligent, whenever they encounter such people, when the persuasion is invalid, the ultimate method is to bring these "dangerous elements" into the dark room first, and then call the police to deal with it. Therefore, when Fang Zhimin was arrested, he naturally locked in it without hesitation.

"Come on, thank you all for your hard work. Let me talk to him here first. Please have lunch first." When Zhao Yongqi and Yang Mu walked to the door of the small dark room, the unlucky thin man was tied tightly on the chair like a rope.

After hearing Zhao Yongqi say this, Lei Hong was not pretentious. He nodded and waved his hand and took away the two big and round guards who were originally going to stay here as guard. When he went out, he took them to the door.

Seeing that there was no one in the room except Yang Mu who followed behind him and looked at Fang Zhimin with a hatred, Zhao Yongqi, who had been smiling, wandered in front of him. After thinking about it, he simply squatted down and smiled, "Do you really like Sister Mu Mu's underwear?"

Yang Mu's pretty face was instantly congested, and the angry eyes in her beautiful eyes fell on the back of the man in front of her, as if she was about to emit dynamic light waves.

However, Fang Zhimin was not as interested as Zhao Yongqi, and said stutteringly: "Xiao, Brother Xiaoqi, let me go. I won't dare to do it next time, I really don't dare."

"Damn, ideals are great, there is still another time? I dare not steal Mumu next time, and I plan to steal small buns instead? Or are you a natural dai or our little princess, or just find someone to take action?" Zhao Yongqi narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his face was gradually fading.

It seemed that he could see a dangerous signal from those minds. Fang Zhimin shook his head repeatedly, as if he was afraid of being eaten after talking for a second: "Brother Xiao Qi, I really don't dare, and I don't want to steal Sister Mu Mu's underwear..."

"Well, you really don't want to steal Mumu's underwear." Zhao Yongqi reached out and patted Fang Zhimin on the shoulder. Before his gentle tone had fallen, he suddenly grabbed his collar. His handsome face was extremely cold, and a vicious and deep voice sounded instantly: "Do you want to use the security pinhole camera in Mumu's makeup and dressing room to secretly take pictures of Mumu's changing clothes, and then take it out for money? Or is someone instructing you to do this and want to blackmail Mumu?"

Being stared at by the slightly red stars, Fang Zhimin felt like a frog staring at by a snake. Not to mention that he wanted to resist, even his lips, which were speaking, began to ignore the brain's command, but kept trembling, but did not make any sound.

"Haha, it looks very tight." Zhao Yongqi patted his thighs, stood up and turned to Yang Mu and said with a smile: "Sister Mu Mu, if you don't like watching bloody and violent scenes, just turn around, or just go out and sit for a while. I contact this guy and help him recall the questions I asked."

Before Yang Mu could speak, he heard Fang Zhimin's terrified shouts: "Brother Xiao Qi, I said, I said. No one instructed me, really. I was just short of money. After I wanted to record a video, I sent an email to Sister Mu Mu, hoping that she could buy it back with the money."

"Oh?" Zhao Yongqi turned around, stared at Fang Zhimin from a high position, and asked like a friend chatting: "So how to sell it? How much do you plan to sell it?"

He swallowed his saliva and looked at the poplar wood that was glaring at him with some fear. Fang Zhimin stuttered but clearly said: "Yes, if there are naked, I'm going to cost five million. If not, then one, one million."

"What?!" Zhao Yongqi glared at Fang Zhimin in front of him, making him scare him so much that he almost turned over to the ground with the chair. "I have been thinking about it for six years and haven't seen such a good picture. I'll sell it for such a little money? I'll pay 10 million next time I sell it to me!"

"Xiao Qi!!" Yang Mu finally couldn't help but take a shy step forward, and his pink fist instantly fell on the head of the bastard who was preparing to buy a good video.

"Oh oh oh, no, no." Rubbing his head and finding that his biggest threat was forgotten behind him, Zhao Yongqi hurriedly shouted to Fang Zhimin, "You are so dirty, how can you plan such a good thing and not call me... No, how can you do such a thing? Alas, if you called me earlier, it wouldn't end now. What a pity."

Yang Mu's beautiful eyes almost wanted to spit out the fire. If there wasn't an outsider here who didn't want the bastard to watch the show, she would really want to rush up and beat the bastard named Zhao Yongqi into a meat pie.

Without paying attention to Yang Mu's movements behind him, Zhao Yongqi, who had expressed his regret, squatted in front of him again in Fang Zhimin's eyes when he looked at the psychopath, reached out to pat his shoulder, and lowered his voice with a smile: "Brother, you should have enough of our Queen Damu Mu's underwear, right? Hurry up, hand it over quickly."

"Yes, in my wallet." Fang Zhimin seemed to know that he could not resist and honestly told Xiao Nene where he was.

Without much nonsense, he started to grop on Fang Zhimin's body with his backhand, and indeed he found a folded wallet in his pants pocket on his left.

When I opened my wallet, I found that there were still many banknotes inside, but after a careful touch, I realized that it was a simple trick. Fang Zhimin folded the thin black lace-edged underwear into a long strip and stuffed it directly into the space for enlarged banknotes in the center of the wallet. Originally, there was very little fabric for this kind of underwear, but now it is summer. Poplar chose a thin shape, so after it was tight, it actually took up little space. In this way, he slightly folded a few more bills and covered the underwear. Not to mention, even if he took it out and didn't take off the banknotes, he wouldn't find that there was something else. At most, it would make others think that he brought a lot of cash and the whole wallet looked bulging.

He threw the wallet and banknotes on the ground, holding the black lace-edged underwear that was only the size of a palm in both hands. Zhao Yongqi even tried to pull it, sighing: "It's so good to have elasticity."&nbp;2
Chapter completed!