Chapter 1120 She Has Backup

One video is about five minutes long. Shen Guozhong beat his son violently for five minutes.

Wen Qiao only played it for about thirty seconds before turning off the video, because Han Ying was already sobbing behind her, and she might not be able to bear it if she continued to watch it.

"Mr. Shen, can we talk now?"

Shen Guozhong was choked by someone. He had never been so nakedly threatened. He was furious, but he couldn't show it too obviously.

He smiled sinisterly and said, "What would Miss Wen want to talk about?"

Wen Qiaoyun said calmly: "Mr. Shen should know what I want. The six hundred milliliters of blood you promised me before was done by yourself in secret and you broke your promise. You should naturally satisfy me with this request, Mr. Shen." What do you think?”

The corners of Shen Guozhong's mouth twitched twice but he said nothing.

Wen Qiao's eyes darkened and he gently rubbed his fingers: "Mr. Shen's condition is that I discipline Shen Yan well. I am Shen Yan's longest-serving tutor. The staff in your mansion also said that in recent days, , Shen Yan is no longer naughty and mischievous, and his cultural classes have also skyrocketed. If Mr. Shen really wants to be a cunning, cunning and dishonest person, I might as well let the outside world know your true face. Let’s see what happens in the future. Do you dare to have business dealings with Mr. Shen like this?"

Shen Guozhong: "You..."

Wen Qiao: "Now that I'm here, of course I have comprehensive evidence. It's up to you whether you want to make it public or not."

Shen Guozhong almost jumped up in anger.

"If you have any other requests, please state them clearly once and for all."

Wen Qiao raised his eyes: "One is 600 ml of blood, and the other is that Shen Yan's custody rights belong to Ms. Han."

There was seriousness in Shen Guozhong's eyes.

Suddenly, with a flash of lightning, Uncle Chen who stood behind Wen Qiao snatched the phone from her hand and threw it directly into the bathtub not far away. The phone seemed to be leaking. The power was out and it was scrapped on the spot.

Wen Qiao was stunned.

What is certain is that the Shen family definitely does not have electronics or high-tech industries.

Shen Guozhong suddenly felt confident: "What if I don't agree?"

Su Ce's eyes looked like he was an idiot. Did he know there was such a thing as a backup? Shen Guozhong is only over fifty, how come he is so behind the times?

Wen Qiao: "Don't agree? Then I will immediately send my backup video files to Weibo, buy a hundred marketing accounts, and buy a hot search. Mr. Shen can become famous instantly."

Shen Guozhong's eyes were gloomy: "You...what did you say?"

Wen Qiao glanced at Shen Guozhong, then looked at Uncle Chen, and couldn't help laughing, "You don't really think I only have one copy of the video on this phone, do you? To be honest, I have backed up many copies, each one There are places. My friend is staring at the video right now. As soon as I give instructions, she will post it online. Mr. Shen, you don’t have much time left. I’ll give you five minutes to think about it.”

Shen Guozhong: "How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Wen Qiong said: "Then, first post a few photos of Shen Yan's injuries online and mosaic his face."

Two minutes later, Wen Qiao raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Shen, search the Internet for the pinyin shenyan's Weibo to see if there are any of these photos."

Uncle Chen was confused and took out his mobile phone. After searching, he found that there were three photos of bruises. They knew very well that they could tell at a glance that they were the young master.

Sure enough, she had backup.