Remarry, No Way!

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Chapter 70, but you should never get rid of my woman (1)

Tang Zichu pulled him into the door and closed the door, which loosened his hand. The man was already scared at this time: "Who are you?"

"Don't know us? Look at your eyes and look at it." Tang Zichu laughed.

The man rubbed his eyes with his hand and finally saw who was standing in front of him. His face changed. After reacting, he immediately wanted to go to the computer to turn off the computer.

But Tang Zi Chu was far faster than his speed, and he pulled him back, and he was thrown on the ground.

"Be staying there, otherwise you will look good!"

Men don't dare to move, but they are very upset, so they have been staring at their computers.

Tang Zichu went to the computer and operated a few times. Then he looked back at Song Tingyu: "Song Zong, here, a lot of posts on the Internet show this IP address."

Song Ting took a look and then looked at the man who was sitting on the ground and did not dare to move: "The posts about my wife, are you sending?"

The man is already very confused at the moment: "Mr. Song, this me...I...not my business..."

Song Ting passed away, long fingers smashed the man's collar, although his mouth was smug, but his eyes were very cold: "It's none of your business? Then how do all those posts show your IP address?"

"Mr. Song..." The man is afraid that he will have an accident. At first glance, he is a weak and incompetent one: "I really don't care about my business. I just told someone to do this, and not only me, but also a lot. Human, really, I am just one of them..."

Men have begun to speak incoherently because of fear.

"Who told you to do this?"

Where does the man dare to have any concealment, and he confessed: "I said, I said, I immediately said that someone called me at the time, because I know that I know computer technology, so..."

When coming out of the rental house, Song Ting met with a note on his hand that had a phone number on it.

He looked at it and handed it to Tang Zichu behind him: "Getting people by this phone number is getting better and better."

He really wants to know what is going on in this matter. In the end, as Su Shi said, it is white, or just for Lin Biaohuan.

But even if it comes to Lin Shuhuan, it should not be involved in Su Shi.

Because at night I promised to bring Song Weixi to dinner, so the next thing was handed over to Tang Zichu, and Song Tingyu went back to the Song family.

Tang Zichu is a powerful assistant, very fast.

In the evening, when Song Tingyu and Su Shi and Song Weixi were eating out, he received his call.

"Song Zong, I found the owner of the phone. He is now on the side of a club. Are you coming over?"

"I am going to pass, send me an address."

Song Tingyu hung up the phone and found that Su Shi and his mother were watching him. He squatted: "What?"

Song Weixi’s little face is a little unhappy: “Dad, have you finished your meal yet, have you left?”

Song Ting met with a smile and touched his head with his hand: "I have something important to deal with, but I promise you, will I take you to play in a few days?"

Song Weixi had some smiles: "You have to say it, you can't put my mother's pigeons."

"of course."

After Song Tingyu finished speaking, he looked at Su Shi: "After you have finished eating, take Vichy back, be careful, I will go first."

Su Shi nodded, actually knowing that he should deal with her and Lin Shuhuan.

Today, he disappeared for a day. She thought that he was going to find a day, but Grandma said that he was going out with Tang Zichu, she knew it was not.

Song Tingyu left the car to Su Shi and his mother. He stopped a taxi at the entrance of the restaurant and went to Tang Zichu to give him the address of the club.

This is a high-end club. Because the consumption is too high, it is basically a place for wealthy people to go in and out. Those so-called star big names actually like to come here, sometimes following some big director big bosses or investors. Come, sometimes it’s time for yourself to come and go.

This concealment is also very good, it is not easy to get in and out, so it is quite safe, which is one of the reasons why so many stars like to come here.

Some paparazzi want to shoot something, and they will try to get in.

The people at the door did not dare to stop Song Ting, and Tang Zichu had already waited inside.

When Song Ting entered, he went to a room.

In addition to Tang Zichu in the private room, he also sat with a thin man, a pair of eyes and thieves, and a very savvy person.

"Mr. Song, huh, huh..." When the man saw Song Tingyu, he immediately appealed to the front and reached out to hold a grip with Song Tingyu.

However, Song Tingyu did not pay attention to him, but went straight inside, and finally sat down on the sofa.

The man didn't feel embarrassed. Anyway, his face was very thick, he took back his hand, and he smiled and came to Song Tingyu. "I don't know what Mr. Song is looking for?"

Song Tingyu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and pulled out a point. In the white mist, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the man in front of him: "The Storm Entertainment Studio, Zhou Xiao."

The man nodded busyly: "Yes, yes, the monk is Zhou Xiao of Storm Studio."

He said that he took out a business card from the bag he carried with him and gave it to Song Tingyu: "Please ask Mr. Song to give more advice."

Song Tingyu’s index finger and **** are holding this business card. At the moment, he smiles and makes people feel unpredictable. What is he thinking about: “Which? Or I want to ask Mr. Zhou to exalt your hand.”

Zhou Xiao looked at Song Tingyu's smile, and there was a coldness from the bottom of his heart, so his face was stiff.

These media, they know more than the average ordinary people, and Song Tingyu is notoriously ruthless in the mall.

Zhou Xiao really feels like the opponents of Song Tingyu in the mall at the moment.

"Song...Where Mr. Song said, I don't quite understand." Zhou Xiao is also a person who has seen a big scene and experienced great winds and waves, so he quickly calmed down and his face returned to a smile. A pair of small eyes still exudes a very shrewd light.

"I don't understand?" Song Ting met with a black shackle, and the wine glass that he picked up knocked his forehead a few times: "Oh, then I will let you know."

After that, I looked at Tang Zichu.

Tang Zichu naturally understood what he told him to do, nodded, stood up from the sofa, walked to the big screen in the private room, opened the video player, put a tape in, and opened it with a remote control, the original white screen There was an image on the screen, but it was not very clear, because it was a surveillance video.