He Juncheng was beaten to the point of being so beaten that it took him a long time to come back to his senses, covered his nose that was starting to thrive, and shouted loudly, "Ye Mufan, you're crazy!"

Ye Mufan approached step by step with a deep yin energy, "There are even more crazier things, do you want to try it?"

He Juncheng looked horrified, "What do you...what do you want to do? Don't do it randomly! Ah...what are you doing!"

He Juncheng is a little white-faced, but Ye Mufan has been fighting since he was a child. He Juncheng is no match for him at all. He was subdued by him in a few seconds and tied tightly with a rope he got from somewhere.

"Ye Mufan! Let me go, think clearly about the consequences!"

Ye Mufan ignored He Juncheng's yelling, took out his cell phone and threw it away, and then carried him to the mountain like a chick.

Finally, Ye Mufan threw He Juncheng into the middle of a tomb as a sack, "Director He, enjoy this night!"

He Juncheng glanced at the dense graves around him, and his goose bumps were all raised, and his voice was so scared that he broke his voice, "Fuck! Let me go! Let me go! Ye Mufan! I fuck your mother--"

Now he finally knew why Ye Mufan asked to meet in this place, but it was too late.

Ye Mufan put his hand on his head, and with the moonlight above his head, listening to He Juncheng's roar, he went down the mountain leisurely and contentedly.

"Ye Mufan! You bastard!"

"Help...Help...Is there anyone..."

"Come on, someone!"

He Juncheng shouted at the top of his throat all night, but in the middle of the night, there were almost ghosts in the grave, how could anyone have?

...

After returning, Ye Mufan slept until he woke up naturally, his skin was smooth and tender, and his complexion came to the company with a good complexion.

As soon as I arrived at the office, I heard a few colleagues gossiping about something.

"I'll go! It's true, it's He Juncheng? The styling director of Juxing Entertainment, He Juncheng?"

"The face is very clear, he is right!"

"Who did he offend? He was tied up and threw it into the grave!"

...

"What are you talking about?" Ye Mufan seemed to hear He Juncheng's name vaguely, so he walked over.

"Director Fe1ix!"

"Are early for the director!"

"We are talking about a popular post on Weibo this morning. Someone went to Longqian Mountain to visit the grave in the early morning and saw a man tied up and thrown into the grave. Passers-by were so scared that they almost thought they were ghosts. They took photos online. Some netizens found that the man turned out to be He Juncheng from Juxing Media. Are you surprised? "

Ye Mufan raised his eyebrows slightly and spoke without changing his face, "Well, it's quite strange."

At this time, Ye Mufan's cell phone rang, indicating that it was Ye Wanwan who called him.

The Youran on Ye Mufan's face suddenly turned nervous. He quickly walked to the bathroom, and then carefully picked it up, "Hey, Wanwan..."

Ye Wanwan's tone was indeed a bit bad, so she went straight to the point, "You did what He Juncheng did?"

It's over! Sure enough, it's revealed.

Ye Mufan felt guilty and stammered, "That, sister, you... don't be angry, I will never be impulsive or mess again..."

"Why don't you take off all his clothes and tie them up? Also, don't you think it's better to throw it at the gate of the headquarters of the Imperial Capital Fashion Management Association?" Ye Wanwan spoke in dissatisfaction on the other end of the phone.

"Uh..." Ye Mufan's words were choked back immediately.

Sister, you won...
Chapter completed!