Husband, Please Stop Flirting

"I think he is not the only insider of the company." the more the shutters turn over, the heavier the eyebrows. Wang Wenfeng was promoted. Unexpectedly, it was a disaster.

Feng ChuChu nodded. "Try to use him to lead more ghosts."

It's time for Chen to inject fresh blood. Those things that eat inside and outside should also be cleaned out.

Liu Deshun has been trembling since he returned to the office. He is very regretful now. If his wife hadn't lost all his money and owed a lot of debt, he couldn't have taken the risk. He thinks he will retire in two years. Now what happened at this juncture, he is really finished.

"Director Liu, director Liu" Liu Deshun's assistant called, and Liu Deshun came back to his mind "Xiao Li, what's the matter?"

"This is the financial statement of this month," said Xiao Li.

"Ah, OK, let it go" Liu Deshun smiled awkwardly. No matter what, he can't be fired or lose his job, otherwise he will have to wait to die.

Liu Deshun and Wang Wenfeng waited tremblingly for a week. They didn't wait for Si Yeqing and Feng ChuChu to find them. They thought Si Yeqing was just passing by and didn't hear what they said.

But they were very cautious and delayed for another week before they slowly began to contact each other and began to take some actions. Of course, these are the words later.

At this time, Cheng Ziyu was standing in the hall of the bar covered with blood. Of course, most of the blood was not his, but those thugs.

And those weak thugs lying on the ground never thought that so many of them were so embarrassed by a hairy head.

Cheng Ziyu came to the woman with a bloody machete. The woman leaned against the counter and said in fear, "I... I'm wrong, you... Don't hurt me."

Cheng Ziyu sneered "address"

The woman looked at Cheng Ziyu blankly and didn't seem to understand what Cheng Ziyu meant.

"I mean this address!" Cheng Ziyu said impatiently to the woman. In addition to pouring her glass of wine, Cheng Ziyu really didn't move the woman's finger.

"Guangdong Hong Kong Bar, 165 Xi'an Street," the woman said quickly.

Cheng Ziyu looked at the woman with satisfaction, and then took out his mobile phone, "sister ChuChu, come quickly. I'm at the Guangdong Hong Kong Bar at 165 Xi'an Street."

Cheng Ziyu's voice was very weak, as if he would die the next moment.

"What do you mean, Hello, hello?" Feng ChuChu quickly called the phone and turned it off. For fear of an accident, Feng ChuChu quickly put on his coat and went out.

After hanging up the phone, Cheng Ziyu pointed at the woman with a machete and said, "don't slip out later."

The woman quickly nodded, Cheng Ziyu said it again to the big hands on the ground, and the thugs quickly nodded.

When Feng ChuChu arrived at the bar, he saw Cheng Ziyu lying on the ground covered with blood, and not far from him stood a fierce and evil spirit covered with blood and a woman wearing exposed clothes.

Feng ChuChu hurried forward and helped Cheng Ziyu up. "Are you okay?"

Cheng Ziyu said weakly, "you can't die if you're okay."

The wind looked at the woman with the head in her eyes, and then helped Cheng Ziyu out slowly. After seeing Cheng Ziyu go, the people behind her were relieved and collapsed to the ground.

"Don't worry, I called 120 for you. I should be there in a minute," said the woman.

"Sister Wen, do you still want to settle with this smelly boy?" a big man said with a grin. Cheng Ziyu was really cruel, and his back began to bleed again.

"Looking for anything, don't you think we've been taught a lesson badly enough?" if Cheng Ziyu hadn't really met her taste today, and she had a new face, she wouldn't be so impulsive.

The woman suddenly thought that a rich woman in their circle seemed to have offended a little boy and lost her fortune the next day. The woman couldn't help thinking that the little boy was Cheng Ziyu. Now she just prayed that Cheng Ziyu's anger would disappear and she wouldn't do it to them.

"What's the matter with you? Work with others in the bar." Feng ChuChu said with lingering fear. Those big men were not easy to provoke at first sight. Cheng Ziyu's life was explained to them if they were careless.

"The woman wanted to sleep with me, but I couldn't resist it. Then she wanted to bow hard," Cheng Ziyu said solemnly.

Feng looked at Cheng Ziyu clearly, and he did have the capital to be strengthened.

"I think that woman is also very beautiful. You won't suffer from her," Feng said jokingly.

Cheng Ziyu glanced bitterly and clearly, "I've been guarding myself for you."

Feng ChuChu shook the goose bumps on her body. Sure enough, she was more disgusting than Ziyu. When she arrived at the hospital, the nurse stuck a band aid on Cheng Ziyu's arm and left.

"Ah, nurse, that's all." Cheng Ziyu was covered with blood.

The nurse looked at Feng in surprise and said, "he rubbed his skin. What else should he do?"

Feng ChuChu noticed that although there was more blood on Cheng Ziyu, there was really no obvious wound. She immediately understood that she had been fooled. With a cold face, she kicked Cheng Ziyu sitting on the bed.

"Quite able to pretend" made her worry all the way and almost called the police.

Lying on the bed, Cheng Ziyu played a rogue and said, "my internal injury is so painful that I need my clear sister to rub it for me."

Feng ChuChu sneered at Cheng Ziyu, then strode towards the door. Cheng Ziyu quickly came forward, grabbed Feng ChuChu's wrist and said, "Oh, why are you so impatient?"

"Didn't you say you were injured internally? Why did you get up?"

Cheng Ziyu smiled awkwardly and said, "it's good to see that my sister is leaving."

Feng ChuChu threw Cheng Ziyu's hand down. Her company still has a lot of things to deal with, but she doesn't have time to waste with Cheng Ziyu here.

"Sister ChuChu, wait for me." Cheng Ziyu caught up again.

"318 Hotel" Cheng Ziyu consciously buckled her seat belt.

Feng ChuChu wanted to let Cheng Ziyu take a taxi back by himself. He didn't want Cheng Ziyu to directly grab her car key and sit in the co driver's seat.

After getting on the bus, Feng ChuChu grabbed the key and sent Cheng Ziyu to the hotel. After thinking of the hotel, Cheng Ziyu began to be a demon again.

"You go down"

"I don't want to go down. I want my sister to send me to the room." Cheng Ziyu held the seat belt tightly. Feng ChuChu felt the tendon on his head jump again.

But in order to get back early, Feng ChuChu pulled out the car key and went down. Cheng Ziyu immediately untied his seat belt and followed Feng ChuChu's skill.

"Which room are you in?"

"Room 318 of 318318 hotel is a room that local tyrants can afford," Cheng Ziyu said triumphantly.

The wind pressed down the elevator "yes, only 38 can live in the room"

The expression on Cheng Ziyu's face instantly froze. "ChuChu sister is so humorous."

After arriving on the third floor, Cheng Ziyu began to play rogue again, saying that if Feng ChuChu didn't send him into the room, he wouldn't go in to have a rest.