Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1094 1111 [Impulse is the Devil] Part [-]
Impulse is the devil?
Yin Zhenghuan, who had a bloody head, was so teased by Song Zhichao, he couldn't help being furious: "You are looking for death!"

Song Zhichao looked very calm: "Don't talk big, you don't know who died!"

Seeing Song Zhichao's brazen words, Yin Zhenghuan became extremely ferocious, and smirked at Song Zhichao: "You still dare to threaten me?!"

Song Zhichao: "I'm just giving you a suggestion - impulsivity is really the devil!"

"Shut up!" Yin Zhenghuan couldn't bear it anymore, almost yelling: "Catch this guy!"

The two men next to him walked towards Song Zhichao, ready to attack.

At this moment---
"Wait! Which of you dares to do it?!" A crisp voice came.

Then I saw KTV executive Cha Yelian walking over quickly.

Yin Zhenghuan was on fire, when he saw Cha Yelian coming to stop him, he said angrily: "Executive Cha, what are you going to do?"

Cha Yelian walked up to Song Zhichao, protected him, and then said to Yin Zhenghuan: "Mr. Song is our KTV VIP guest, you can't touch him!"

"VIP? Shit VIP!" Yin Zhenghuan said, "I'm the boss here, if it's a VIP, how could I not know him? Executive Che, I think you're trying to make trouble on purpose?!"

Cha Yelian: "You don't need to sell my face, but Mr. Song is Chairman Zheng's friend, I think you should forget it!"

Cha Ye-ryun originally thought that moving out of "Jung Mong-koo" would make Yoon Jung-hwan subdued.

Unexpectedly, Yin Zhenghuan's head was smashed twice, and he was already furious. In addition, he and Cha Yelian have been at odds, so he said angrily: "Don't fuck me with President Zheng! Don't say he is Zheng President’s friend, even if it’s President Zheng’s own brother, I’m going to mess with him today!”

Cha Ye-ryun: "..."

I didn't expect Yin Zhenghuan to be so crazy and dare to say such things here.

……

Just when Cha Ye-ryun was surprised——
A faint voice said: "Really? It seems that your wings are really stiff, and I don't even pay attention to you!" Although the voice was not loud, it was full of shocking power.

Yin Zhenghuan's expression changed drastically.

Those subordinates around him were even more silent, and they took the initiative to step aside to make way for that person.

Looking at it again, Zheng Mengjiu, with a cigar in his mouth, put one hand in his trouser pocket, walked proudly in front of Yin Zhenghuan with two entourages, with a smile on his face, but his eyes can kill.

Yin Zhenghuan was trembling all over, his cheeks twitched. Seeing Zheng Mengjiu kneeling in front of him with a plop, he slapped himself in the face and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. President! I'm damned! I'm guilty! I didn't say that on purpose..."

Zheng Mengjiu looked at him condescendingly, puffed on a cigar, then pointed to Zheng Mengjiu's head and said: "I don't want to say anything more about you, I just want to tell you one thing, since I can help you up, I can also step on you!"

Yin Zhenghuan has followed Zheng Mengjiu for many years and knows Zheng Mengjiu's temperament well.

It would be fine if Zheng Mengjiu beat him and scolded him at this time, it meant that Zheng Mengjiu was just in a moment of anger; but if he didn't even bother to scold him like now, it meant that the situation was serious and irreparable.

Immediately, Yin Zhenghuan hurriedly kowtowed to Zheng Mengjiu: "I was wrong! I was really wrong!"

Zheng Mengjiu didn't bother to look at him any more, and said, "Drag him down."

"Master President, I was wrong! Please, please spare me!" Two strong men dragged Yin Zhenghuan away, and Yin Zhenghuan's cries and pleadings continued along the way.

The people around were silent, especially Yin Zhenghuan's subordinates did not even dare to breathe.

In fact, in Zheng Mengjiu's eyes, Yin Zhenghuan is just an insignificant ant under him. It depends on his mood whether he can squeeze it to death. However, this time Yin Zhenghuan offended someone who shouldn't be offended——Song Zhichao is a friend he tried every means to win over. From Zheng Mengjiu's point of view It was more important than anything else, so of course he had to do everything right.

"Okay, from now on, Cha Ye-ryun will be the executive president here!" Zheng Mengjiu said casually, directly promoting Cha Ye-ryun to the highest position.

Cha Ye-ryun: "..."

She never dreamed that happiness would come so quickly.

In the blink of an eye, I became the person in charge of this nightclub.

She was very excited, but her face was very calm, "Thank you President Zheng! I will definitely take good care of this nightclub!"

Zheng Mengjiu nodded, looked at Yin Zhenghuan's subordinates, and that dog-legged Director Park: "As for you..."

Everyone raised their hearts immediately.

"Which one of you offended Mr. Song just now, and the girlfriend next to him..." Zheng Mengjiu glanced at Han Jiaren, thinking that Song Zhichao had a good eye, and this girl is quite beautiful, "Go to the back and kneel with your head in your arms—kneeling 24 Hour!"

Director Park and others: "..."

Finally he breathed a sigh of relief, at least he was not crushed to death.

……

After Zheng Mengjiu punished these people, he apologized to Song Zhichao again, saying that he did not take good care of them and was not strict enough to make such a mistake, and asked Song Zhichao to forgive him; he also said that he had prepared fine wine in the private room, and invited Song Zhichao and his girlfriend to drink together One cup, suppress the shock.

Song Zhichao was not in the mood to stay here to drink and have fun anymore. He took a look at Han Jiaren. This girl belonged to the kind of person who was afraid. She was very courageous before, but now she was shivering behind her, so Song Zhichao told Zheng Mengjiu that she was almost done. , I want to send my friend back.

Zheng Mengjiu is also a caring person, seeing the situation, he didn't force it anymore, and personally sent Song Zhichao and the others out.

Outside the nightclub, Quan Wulie, who was Song Zhichao's personal driver, watched Song Zhichao and Han Jiaren come out together in surprise.

Didn't he know Han Jiaren, the girl who "lived together" with Chairman Song?How could it appear here?What the hell is she with President Song?

Although he was full of doubts, Quan Wulie was a good driver. He didn't talk much or ask questions, and directly helped Song Zhichao open the car door.

Song Zhichao pouted, motioning for Han Jiaren to get in the car first.

Han Jiaren was also polite, whoever let himself and the villain live in the same place, it would be strange if he didn't take a cheap car.

Han Jiaren got into the car.

Song Zhichao turned around and exchanged a few words with Zheng Mengjiu before returning to the car.

Zheng Mengjiu led a group of people to watch Song Zhichao leave.

The passers-by outside the nightclub were dumbfounded watching this scene, wondering what kind of a big man this is, with such a big show.

……

Near the Blue House, on the main road——
Quan Wulie drove seriously.

In the back seat, Song Zhichao didn't speak, but just leaned on the seat with a comfortable expression

Han Jiaren couldn't hold back any longer, looked at Song Zhichao and suddenly said, "You seem to be amazing..."

It was rare for Song Zhichao to hear this girl praise him, so he couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean?"

"Last time your friend was the eldest princess of Samsung, Li Fuzhen; this time it was the chairman of Hyundai Group, Zheng Mengjiu -- who are you?" Han Jiaren asked, staring at Song Zhichao with her beautiful eyes.

Song Zhichao turned his head and looked at the front, "I am your landlord and savior, of course, maybe I'm still a villain in Bi's mind—but it's been three times..."

"What three times?"

Song Zhichao looked at Han Jiaren the same way: "I saved your life three times—you don't have such a bad memory, do you?"

Han Jiaren: "..."

Immediately snorted and said, "Of course I remember! Don't worry, I won't forget! Never!"

Song Zhichao: "Actually, it doesn't matter whether you remember or not, the key is---when will you pay back the money you owe me..."

Before Song Zhichao finished collecting debts, Han Jiaren said, "Oh, stop quickly, I'm motion sick!"

With a creak, Quan Wulie stopped the car.

Then he turned to look at Song Zhichao and Han Jiaren.

Song Zhichao smiled and looked at Han Jiaren who was rubbing her temples and motion sickness, "If I ask you to pay back the money later, will your motion sickness be better?"

"Maybe it will be a little bit better." Han Jiaren said to Song Zhichao, pinching her fingertips with a painful expression on her face.

"Then if I only need the principal and no interest, will your health be better?"

"Oh, it's so amazing! How come I don't faint immediately after hearing what you said?!" Han Jiaren immediately sat up straight and winked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Then he waved his hands and said to Quan Wulie, who was looking eagerly at him, "Drive—I have subdued this monster!"

Quan Wulie: "..."

Not daring to talk too much, he immediately turned around and started to start the car again.

Han Jiaren took the initiative to move closer to Song Zhichao, almost touching Song Zhichao's ear: "Is the monster you're talking about me?"

"What do you say?"

"Monsters are ugly, but I am so beautiful."

"What should I do?"

"Then you can call me a goblin—the goblins are so beautiful, especially those awesome vixen..."

Song Zhichao: "..." Stretched out a finger to push Han Jiaren's forehead, "Stay away from me."

Han Jiaren buried her head in his arms and said, "Oh, I'm dizzy again!"

Song Zhichao: "..."

Quan Wulie, who was driving in front, was even more clever. He didn't dare to say anything, he didn't dare to ask anything, and he didn't dare to look at him—he could only hang his neck and drive with his head buried.

(End of this chapter)