Evil President 【End】

When Zhixing was taken to Leng Yiran's study by the maid, he was furious.She stayed here to surrender, to avoid Lord Jie, to cultivate her morality, and maybe she could realize a truth or something!

Only not for him!

"Shanka's love letter, you wrote it for her?" He sat on the leather chair, his handsome cheeks were bathed in a piece of golden sunlight, casting a dazzling halo.His hands were crossed and resting on his lap, as if he was waiting for the other party to pray.

Zhixing clapped his hands on the table with a "slap", leaned his upper body forward, and drew his eyes closer to him, "That's right."

He raised his cold eyes to meet her provocation, his mouth curled up, and he also leaned forward, away from the charming Du Jin, "You wish I could marry another woman right away, don't you?"

His gaze became deep and gloomy.

Zhixing stood up straight, and distanced himself from him, "Sanka is a nice girl."

"Crack" This time it was Leng Yiran's turn to slap the table, stretched out his hand, directly embraced her neck, and pulled her closer to him forcefully, "You want me to leave you that much? Do you want me to let go?"

Zhixing struggled a few times, and his five-fingered iron pincers grabbed her neck tightly, "Leng is the same, don't deceive yourself anymore, we can't do it! If I say it a hundred times and a thousand times, you won't be able to do it." I will believe it, so I will say it now! We are impossible, impossible, impossible..."

"Shut up!" Leng Yiran yelled angrily, with bulging veins on his forehead and bloodshot eyes, "Tao Zhixing, you just give up! I won't let you go! In this life, you You can only stay by my side! If you want me to let go of you, unless I die, hear you clearly, unless I die!!"

Zhixing sneered, and suddenly pushed his hand away, "You heard me too! You want me to stay by your side, unless I die!"

Leng Yiran turned to calm down, looked at her, and smiled sullenly, "Okay, let's see who of us lives longer."

At this moment, a knock on the door broke the stalemate.

Mi Zun pushed the door open and came in, glanced coldly at Zhixing.Leng Yiran waved his hand and called the bodyguards, "Send her back to the room, no one is allowed to approach her without my order!"

"Yes, boss!"

Zhixing was very angry, "It's cold, don't overdo it! You made me anxious, and set your nest on fire!"

Leng Yiran raised his eyebrows, turned sideways, and only gave her half a handsome profile, "As you please."

"you……"

Zhixing glared at him bitterly, turned around and left.

Mi Zun approached Leng Yiran, and said with a serious expression, "The general wants someone."

Leng Yiran narrowed her cold eyes, "Send someone to send her away immediately."

"However, if the general blames you, it will be very difficult for you to excuse yourself!"

Leng Yiran's eyes were shrouded in a thin coolness, "I can't care so much now."

Mi Zun took another two steps forward, his blue eyes full of chilling intent, "In the Mafia, nearly [-]% of the old guys belong to the general. Boss, as long as the general lives in this world for a day, you don't even want to get rid of it." His manipulation and threats!"

His cold and ruthless words made Leng Yiran tremble all over, he turned his head and narrowed his deep eyes, "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"I know," Mi Zun said in a cold voice without changing his expression, "From the day he followed the general, we have been chess in his hands! Back then, he offended the Middle East and caused big troubles, so he let you do it. The boss will carry it for him. He disappeared for two years, and after you finally settled the troubles over there, he suddenly appeared and wanted to marry his granddaughter to you... Boss, you know better than me what the general is up to!"

"Enough," Leng Yiran reprimanded softly, turned his eyes out of the window, his eyes were so dark that he couldn't find the bottom.

He was carrying too many and heavy things, which had taught him how to suppress and endure.

Mi Zun didn't intend to give up, the determination in his eyes was terrifyingly cold.

"Boss, don't you hate drug trafficking? Don't you want to reorganize the mafia? Don't you want to defeat the ghosts? As long as there is a general, you can't achieve these wishes! And, most importantly... ...You can't be with Tao Zhixing!"

The latter sentence is also the fatal spot in the middle of the cold.

The creases between the brows are as deep as ditches, the slightly cold eyes are locked with sullenness, and there are small waves that herald an impending eruption.He pursed his thin lips tightly, as if unwilling to speak.It seems that as long as you open your mouth, you will be banned at the sight of blood.

Mi Zun lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "Boss, leave this matter to me."

After a long while, I couldn't wait for Leng Yiran's reply.

Just when he thought the boss had acquiesced, Leng Yiran spoke up.

"In our circle, one can disown relatives, one can be cruel and ruthless. However, in this life, I will never forget two people. One is Tao Weicheng and the other is the general."

The former caused his family to be ruined and saw his father jump off the building with his own eyes. Since then, he has fallen into a terrible nightmare and cannot extricate himself.The latter was the one who pulled him out of this nightmare and wholeheartedly trained him to be the current mafia godfather.

It is true that the general has his selfishness and cruelty.However, for Leng Yiran at that time, what he provided to himself was a way out, a way out.

Mi Zun knew what he was thinking, and he shook his head in disapproval. This seemingly indifferent man, although his hands were covered with blood, always treated the people he cared about with a tolerant heart.In the end, what was rewarded to him was endless pain.

"Boss, you have too many worries! Today, if you don't kill him, tomorrow he will kill you."

Leng Yiran twitched the corners of his lips needlessly, his gaze became farther away, and he said softly, "After my father's company went bankrupt, our family was chased by creditors. Later, my mother sent me, who was only 11 years old, to a distant house abroad. Do you know what kind of life I live? They don’t let me go to school, don’t let me eat, and only let me do housework. The money my mother sent every month was taken by the The family used it to buy game consoles and TV sets for their son... I couldn’t bear it, ran out of their house, wandered outside, and survived by helping those drug dealers sell marijuana.”

"Later, I became addicted to drugs." He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and let it out, "I was only 13 years old at that time."

Mi Zun listened silently, this was the first time, he opened the scar to himself.