He Jing was just lying on the table in the bar box. At first, she was a little conscious, but she had already replied indiscriminately about Wu Hang's words, and was incoherent. Wu Hang couldn't understand what she was saying at all.

After about ten minutes, her voice finally became more and more peaceful. Wu Hang stared at her for a while, thinking that the medicine was quite powerful. If the whole pack fell down, it wouldn't be dead, right?

Based on the principle of foolproof, he waited for a few more minutes, then shouted softly: "Miss He?"

He Jing did not respond at all, and it seemed that she was asleep.

Wu Hang tsk and reached out and pushed her twice. Seeing that she didn't respond, he couldn't help but hold her tender little hand.

"Miss He, you have to wake up. If you can't wake up, then you'll be—"

He hung up the phone, and He Jiaming came in from the private room next door. He saw He Jing, who was lying on the table, was unconscious, raised his lips and asked with a smile: "What should I do? Let you taste it?"

Wu Hang quickly shook his head: "Come on, I can't afford to eat such a small pepper. I will cry after looking back."

He Jiaming pulled He Jing with one arm and forced her to sit up, making sure that she would sleep heavily no matter how she fiddled with her, and there was no sign of waking up.

"What should I do next?" Wu Hang asked.

"I'm sorry Mr. Wu carried her to the guest room on the eighth floor of the bar." He Jiaming shook the remaining red wine and smiled ambiguously.

Wu Hang had no choice but to carry He Jing up, and the two walked out of the private room one after another and sat in a special elevator.

He didn't know that there were rooms in this bar. It seemed that He Jiaming's bar had a large plate shop, and it might be possible that there were some underground facilities.

The two of them went up to the eighth floor, and He Jiaming stopped in front of Room 8801 and swiped his card to open the door.

This is a luxurious suite, and the sofa caught my eye. Wu Hang threw He Jing on the sofa and gasped and said, "What do you want to do now?"

"There are too many things that can be done." He Jiaming took off his coat and stared at Wu Hang with a smile, "Mr. Wu, borrow the camera."

Wu Hang looked at him vigilantly: "What is Mr. He planning to do? Could it be a third-level director?"

"I told you right. In the past, you took photos of others. Should you enjoy this feeling today?"

Wu Hang suddenly felt like he was being plotted. Sure enough, He Jiaming still had a backup plan. He pondered for a moment and asked, "If I don't want to give it to me..."

He Jiaming looked up at him and said slowly: "Mr. Wu thinks he can go out tonight? Even if he goes out, he may not be able to see the sun tomorrow."

Wu Hang was stunned and came back to his senses for a while. He couldn't help laughing and crying: "I'm really beating you today!"

"Everyone is each other, everyone is a grasshopper on the same rope." He Jiaming shrugged.

Wu Hang handed over the camera and repeatedly told him: "Don't take a picture of his face, I'm a shameless person."

"I know." He Jiaming nodded, debugged the camera, and urged, "Take off your clothes."

"..." Wu Hang was completely depressed. It seemed that Mr. He really planned to shoot a live version today. He didn't call He Jing, a girl. If it were someone else, maybe he took the initiative to take the initiative to take the initiative.

He silently took off all his shirt and pants, leaving only a pair of underwear. He Jiaming said to He Jingnu, and Wu Hang had no choice but to say: "I want this to do it too?"

"Didn't you just hold her hand and refuse to let go?" He Jiaming smiled.

Wu Hang had to grit his teeth and stomp his feet, stripping He Jing to the point where he only had a set of black underwear.

"Yes, let her lean against the sofa now, please stand in front of her and pull her pants down a little - do you understand what I mean?"

"..." Wu Hang scratched his head and looked at He Jiaming speechlessly.

He Jiaming took a look from the camera and smacked his lips, "Why can't Mr. Wu be hard? You know, the woman you are facing may be a young man."

"I'm really convinced, why don't you come?" Wu Hang was very depressed.

He Jiaming smiled like a fox: "You'd better come on, this kind of woman is not my food."

"It's like I like this type." Wu Hang muttered, posing as He Jiaming's request and let Young Master He take two photos.

From the picture, He Jing looked like she was talking to the man. He Jiaming was very satisfied and then ordered: "Please carry her onto the bed."

Wu Hang was in a miserable way: "You won't really let me get into her, are you?"

"It's up to you if you are up." He Jiaming touched his chin, "Tie her naked and stuffed it into the quilt. When you lift the quilt, you will see surprises."

Wu Hang lifted the quilt in confusion. Sure enough, Sparta was still there. He stared at the blood on the bed in a daze, feeling a little disgusted.

"Chicken blood, I just found someone to get it." He Jiaming smiled, "Please help me put her on the bed. You must know how to place it. There is still half a bowl of chicken blood here. You will get it under her later."

Wu Hang couldn't help but shake his head. He had indeed seen all kinds of things, but is it a bit too much to "play" like this? How much hatred does He Jiaming have with this woman?

He accepted his fate and painted the blood on it. He Jiaming took a few photos that looked very similar to secretly taken. He took out his phone with lightning speed and took Wu Hang's face and the unbearable scene on his phone.

"He Jiaming!" Wu Hang finally got furious this time, "I promised not to slap my face! What are you doing!"

He Jiaming shrugged: "Don't be excited, this is called foolproof. Mr. Wu knows that we businessmen have always felt insecure. They pay attention to keeping their hands on everything they do, just in case."

"Who knows whether you want to betray me just in case!" Wu Hang was very angry.

"We have been working together for many years. It will be no good for me to hack you. Besides, I have paid you a commission. I just give myself an extra guarantee."

"I'm convinced you." Wu Hang put on his clothes in a furious manner, "Have you photographed enough?"

"It's almost done." He Jiaming checked the photos in the camera and nodded with satisfaction with his shooting skills.

Wu Hang stared at He Jing on the bed and asked how to deal with her. He Jiaming thought about it and said easily: "Just throw it here, don't worry about her."

Wu Hang was full of sympathy and felt that He Jing was a little pitiful. He couldn't help but pull the quilt to cover her. He Jiaming added: "Of course, if Mr. Wu likes it, it's okay to do something."

"cao, who do you think I am? Are you hungry and eating?" Wu Hang wanted to go wild.
Chapter completed!