My ceo wife

"I'd better leave it for a while. It seems that the boss of your economic company has slipped away, but what's the matter with this old man?"

"He..." Chu Wanjun did not know how to express his mood at this time. The dark basement was like hell just now. After the door was kicked open by the waves. I saw the light.

Shen Lang threw away the cigarette end and twisted it several times. He thought it was just the manager of the brokerage company who wanted to make Chu Wanjun stink. However, the old man does not seem to be simple.

Xin Lao, who is known as taking Yin and tonifying yang to cultivate immortals. It's not the old man's yellow complexion. It's a kind of morbid quirky. You don't need make-up to play ghost movies. Pale face, skin folds piled together, better than a mummy.

Shen Lang is on the first floor. He can not pay attention to more than a dozen miscellaneous soldiers. But this one is different. It's even different from any opponent Shen Lang has ever seen.

Start!

Shen Lang didn't retain any influence, but broke out in a concentrated way, and his right foot was still stepping on the cigarette end and rushing forward. The floor tiles snapped in two.

The next moment, Shen Lang has come to live in front of Xin Lao. Keep your body in a sprint state, and slide your sleeve out of the famous sword of paratroopers in autumn night. In the palm of the hand hit a turn, Shua is a knife. Stabbed him in the stomach.

Judging from the feeling, Shen Lang was surprised. The knife pierced his grey robe. It was empty inside. It's a hell of a problem.

It was just a reaction between lightning and flint. Shen Lang realized that there was someone behind him. He was so surprised that he bent over and rolled over the other side of the bed.

Shua!

At the moment of avoiding the waves, the old man smashed his hand on the bedside table. Blinking between the consternation, and then look at the bedside table bang a split. That is to say, even the reaction of splitting objects is slow.

It's not just fast, it's erratic.

"Ha ha, children's hand is general, but intuition is good." Xiuxian's Xin Laopi doesn't smile.

Shen Lang felt afraid after a while, and he could keep off his arm. Fortunately, he didn't punch, or he would be split in two like the end of the table.

Shen Lang lit a cigarette and said with a smile, "look at the old man's health. I only used 30% of my strength."

"Ha ha, what a coincidence. I only used 30%. But I should still praise you. It's good to have such a hand when you are young. Just, hehe, you chose the wrong opponent. "

"Is it?"

"Give you a chance to come back to Nanyang with me. In a few years, I can make you a first-class master. How about that?"

"Forget it, it's better to ask for yourself than for others. I'm really not interested."

The skin on Xin Lao's face twitched. He was not used to people against his will. He said faintly: "it's not a level, young man. You can't beat me."

"Try that, too."

With that, Shen Lang shakes his hand and throws out the paratroopers in autumn night. This is his skill. The longer he entangles with this old guy, the less he will win.

it's better to go all out at the beginning.

Xin Lao's side head dodged the throwing knife.

At this time, Shen Lang had already rushed over, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth and a slight clockwise tug on his finger. The parachutist flying past in autumn night, turned around and stabbed the old man behind him.

Shua! Poof!

The parachute knife was dripping blood, but it was the blood of the waves. He looked up at the old thing in front of him in amazement. He didn't notice how he was hiding, as if the parachute knife had penetrated the old man's robe and stabbed himself.

The only explanation is that he's not really human. And two attacks on the storm leak of the waves, at this moment, facing the old man.

Xin Lao sneered and clapped his hand on Shen Lang's shoulder.

When Shen Lang was hit by his own Throwing Knife, he felt this situation happen. He sidestepped to avoid it, and Xin Lao's palm was close to Shen Lang's front chest.

As soon as Shen Lang was about to breathe a sigh of relief, he felt a dull pain in his chest.

Poof! Shen Lang's blood spurted out and was directly slapped on the bed.

What's going on? Shen Lang's secret way in his heart is that he hides and palms. How can he feel like a high-pressure air stream impinging on him.

Shen Lang slowly stood up, rummaged to analyze this person, suddenly stunned.

"The immortal?"

"Ha ha, it seems that you are not the little role of frog in the well. You know how to cultivate immortals."

"I've heard of it. I don't know whether it's true or not. It seems that it's true."

A few years ago, Shen Lang once heard the leader say that people like immortals usually rely on alchemy and self-cultivation to pursue power and even immortality.

Of course, whether we can achieve the above goal, at least until now, no one has heard of a person to achieve it.

Through the so-called cultivation of immortals, we can really achieve a strong face. From the point of view of traditional martial arts, the commonly known inner Qi, Lingqi or Dantian Qi, is the source of energy to support the human body. It seems that the so-called way of getting through Ren Du's two channels and sinking Qi into Dantian is not necessarily false. Some people really seek to be powerful in this way.So, Shen Lang just got a slap. Although he dodged, a kind of air current similar to palm wind still hurt himself.

"Damn, the time has passed the best time to collect Yin."

Xin Lao stares at the clock on the wall and says, turning and walking towards Chu Wanjun who is stunned at the door.

Shen Lang didn't have time to think about it. Just as he was about to jump on it again, the old man looked back at him contemptuously: "don't make me angry! I said that time has passed, so there is no reason to stay here, but if you don't want to live, I can't help it

Shen Lang stopped and watched him leave step by step.

I don't know how long the time has passed. I can hear a needle falling down quietly in the basement.

Shen Lang is impatient. For the first time, he watched his opponent swagger past him, but he could do nothing. In his words, strength is not a level at all.

I remember that before ye Lao's death, he once told Shen Lang that there is a heaven and a man outside the world. At first, the ten step one kill book in his hand was not read as a comic book, but now Shen Lang has practiced the second level of nine step one kill.

"Click..."

In the basement, Shen Lang lit a cigarette, patted Chu Wanjun on the shoulder and said with a smile, "don't be stunned. Let's go."

"Oh..." Chu Wanjun follows Shen Lang out of the basement.

In the tube building of Jiaxi community, the people injured by the waves have long disappeared.

On the way, Chu Wanjun tells Shen Lang the origin of Xin Lao. It seems that he is a rich man in Southeast Asia. He has many rubber plantations and shipyards under his command. As for monasticism, Chu Wanjun knows little about it.

Shen Lang knows that this old pervert has benefited the brokerage company. However, if he is killed by himself, he should be back abroad. It's not sure whether he can meet him in the future.

Chu Wanjun got on the bus and saw that the artist sitting inside was actually an artist from the same agency.

Shen Lang withdraws money from the bank and gives the woman 200000 yuan in cash.

"Cluck, handsome man, you'll come to me for this good thing in the future."

Shen Lang frowned, the woman no longer said anything, a day time turned 400000, big star also did not have this price, twist the waist to leave.

On the bus, Chu Wanjun was still in a trance: "where are you going?"

"Wipe your ass."

"You Chu Wanjun blushed. Who is this.

Shen Lang put the car in gear and drove out of the alley, and said faintly, "I'm not kidding you. I'm very busy at work, and even a nanny can't take care of you every day. We need to get rid of these two problems completely

Shen Lang stepped on the accelerator.

This small episode of false alarm, all from Chu Wanjun's agent and boss, can let them off.

On the bus, Shen Lang makes a series of phone calls, the last one is to call angel. The car has arrived in the north of the city, and he puts his mobile phone in his pocket.

Chu Wanjun asked, "don't you go back to the agency?"

"What are you doing there? It's said in the entertainment media that the newspaper belongs to your agency, isn't it? "

"Yes. The entertainment media rumor is the first newspaper in Jiangling that serializes stars and entertainment gossip weekly. It won't be... "

"Well, your beautiful photos are all produced there."

Chu Wanjun was stunned. He felt wrong for a long time. He didn't expect that it was them who exposed it. Afterwards, all the major newspapers and media in Jiangling followed suit.

Shen Lang drives to pick up angel. She has dinner here. She is invited out by Shen Lang halfway through the meal.

Downstairs in the hotel, Shen Lang waited for a while and saw angel coming out from a distance.

"What do you want?" Angel guessed about it on the phone, only to see Chu Wanjun in the car. It's not easy to say that it's hard to hear. The voice outside the string is complaining about Shen Lang's meddling.

"Hey, hey, sister Qi."

"Don't call me sister. I'm scared to hear that. I'm just a brother, because my parents are public officials. They are not allowed to have two children and have miscarried."

Shen Lang laughed and said, "let's talk about money instead of family and affection."

"Hum, it's a big deal for you to come to me, starting at a million."

"Deal."

"Tell me about it."

Shen Lang nodded to Chu Wanjun and said with a smile, "I think you've seen some trouble with this sister. Now false news is flying all over the world. When you go back, you should say hello to the TV station. Several big newspapers in Jiangling have to do something about Chu Wanjun's affair and put it into the weekly."

"Son of a bitch!" Angel gritted his teeth and scolded, knowing that he had been cheated. This is not a million jobs. Even if the dinner is finished, at least hundreds of thousands of people will have to be sacrificed.

Knowing that angel was going to be furious in the next second, Shen Lang quickly closed the car door, ran out with one foot of accelerator and reached out from the window to say goodbye. He knew angel's character. As long as the elder sister didn't say no, things would be done.

At 8:30 p.m., Shen Lang parked his car at the third floor of Jiangling entertainment media weekly."Get out of the car."

"What are you doing?"

"I'm not happy. I'm just angry." Shen Lang walks into the office building of the newspaper office with his pocket. If he doesn't make it bloody today, I'm afraid there will be similar trifles all day.