President's Private Spoil Rule

Zuo, Shao, Qing!

Fu Qingyu's eyes were straight. She rushed over with an arrow. She leaned on her desk with her hands. Her face was going to be on her face. Her face was obsessed, "beauty, beauty, why are you here?"

Mastiff intuition shame, hiding at the door did not go in.

Zuo Shaoqing pulled out some paper towels and pressed her face. He pushed her face away and looked at her drooling, deformed face over his fingers. "Come on, wipe your saliva and talk about your people."

Fu Qingyu understood what he said.

She blushed and wiped her face with the paper he stuffed. Then she threw it back, pulled a chair and leaned towards Zuo Shaoqing, "beauty, how did you come to the black market? Did that bastard yerui enslave you? Shall I take it out for you? How did people like you come to this place? "

Fu Qingyu looked at Zuo Shaoqing. He was a clean and spotless man. Even his shoes should not be dirty by the mud in the puddle.

Fu Qingyu once thought that if she was with Zuo Shaoqing one day, he would be responsible for being as beautiful as flowers, and she would be responsible for fighting and killing. She has to protect him all her life. You can't let such a beautiful woman destroy your hands.

The color gas exposed from inside to outside on her face sprayed onto Zuo Shaoqing's face. The mastiff outside the door couldn't see it anymore and planned to escape. Such a boss is too embarrassing.

Zuo Shaoqing patiently pushed her face away again, sat up straight, and gently shouted, "charm!"

"Young master!" A ghostly figure floated out of the darkness and stood in front of Zuo Shaoqing, blocking Fu Qingyu's view of Zuo Shaoqing. She scratched her ears and cheeks.

"Bring those two men up." He looked behind him and smiled softly, "let sect leader Fu know the truth. Lest we hit her. "

"Yes."

The human wall in the middle finally left. Fu Qingyu just pulled his chair to get close to it. There were two dull bangs behind him. Turning his head, there were two bloody bodies lying on the ground. No, body!

The mastiff rushed in, pointed to the people on the ground and said to Fu Qingyu, "boss, these two are the bartenders in our bar. Those two fingers are them. "

When Fu Qingyu saw the two people who had lost their index fingers, he knew they were his own people. He immediately turned around, leaned over and smiled very flatteringly, "what have these two animals done to make you so angry? Are you okay? "

He looked at Zuo Shaoqing up and down, as if he had just been attacked by a group of sex wolves, with a distressed face.

Mei coldly reported, "these two are former black market mercenaries who poison wine. Twenty four of us have been poisoned this week."

Fu Qingyu stood up, put one hand on the table, put one hand in his waist, looked at the charm, and his voice sank. "This big brother tells me some evidence. Don't think I like Zuo Shaoqing, so you can buckle the excrement basin at our Green Eagle help at will. I am me. The Green Eagle Gang is the Green Eagle gang. "

The righteous and awe inspiring look on his face when defending his own people immediately made the mastiff's heart pay tribute and burst into tears. The boss is the boss. He will never be blinded by the color center.

Mei looked at her with great disdain. When she was about to speak, she heard a gentle voice ring.

"We naturally have the main evidence of the Fu Gang. Although the black market is unreasonable, sect leader Fu has few friends with ye after all. This thin noodles is for you. Charm, present evidence to sect leader Fu. "

"Yes!" Meimei took a cup of hot water from the water dispenser in the office and poured it directly on the two wriggling bodies on the ground.

Suddenly, there was a scream in the office. At the place drenched by water, a layer of skin was hung, exposing layers of white and yellow alternating subcutaneous tissue. Fu Qingyu subconsciously went to see Zuo Shaoqing for fear that he would be frightened.

But there was no, Zuo Shaoqing's lips hung a gentle smile forever, and his sapphire eyes flashed a careless light, as if everything in front of him was not in his eyes, and as if everything in front of him was mole ants.

Obviously, such a person who despises life should be terrible, but Fu Qingyu saw soran in the bottom of his eyes.

Why is he so lonely.

Seeing her staring at herself, Zuo Shaoqing smiled and took her sight back behind her. "Sect leader Fu saw it clearly."

Yes, she saw it clearly.

The two men had a big black sword tattoo on their arms from the big arm to the back of their hands.

Blood tattoo, dark sword. It's a sign of a former black market mercenary. It can't be seen at ordinary times. It only appears when you exercise violently, drink alcohol and encounter hot water.

So, it is rumored that those who saw the dark sword died. Because black market mercenaries are not allowed to drink and touch women outside, they see the dark sword before they die.

Fu Qingyu immediately faced it up. The black market mercenaries were taken by Ye Rui. Now those people sneak into her hands. Are they deliberately provoking her relationship with the black market, or is it just a coincidence?

"Zuo Shao, I will give you an account of this matter." The dark sword blood tattoo is made of pigeon blood with secret medicine. When it appears, the sword tip is bloody. No one can imitate. She won't escape.

Zuo Shaoqing said lightly, "thank you, sect leader Fu. This happened when I first took charge of the black market. It's inevitable to start faster. If you move your field, we will naturally compensate for the loss. "

The mastiff immediately shouted, "who wants you to pay?". Our boss was smashed by you as soon as he took power. How can he come out and mix in the future? "

Zuo Shaoqing glanced at Fu Qingyu carelessly, "it may be a good thing to take the opportunity to clean up the interior."

Then he stood up and walked past her.

Obviously, the gentle voice made people listen, but it was cold, "those two people, throw them into the black bear house."

The black bear house in the black market is not a zoo, but a fight between people and bears. It's up to one person to lock people up with hungry bears and whether they live or become a picnic for black bears.

This is the tradition of the black market. Yerui didn't change it, and Zuo Shaoqing didn't bother to change it.

"Take the opportunity to purge the inside... He thinks he is..." make complaints about black market mastiff.

Fu Qingyu suddenly stopped and the mastiff hit him without stopping.

"Boss..." the mastiff dog covered his sour nose and looked wronged.

Fu Qingyu looked at him with an expression that had never been serious, "mastiff, from now on, remember two points..."

The mastiff immediately stood up and listened to the instructions.

"First, from now on, Zuo Shaoqing is the one I like. I don't allow anyone to speak ill of him in front of me. Including you. "

"Boss, you ~"

Before the mastiff's words were finished, Fu Qingyu waved his palm and interrupted him, "second, Zuo Shaoqing was right. It's time for us to clean up an interior. Who hired the bartender and why did former black market mercenaries sneak in? It's time to find out what those old men think. "