Underdog Versus Boss

Xie Qianning didn't drink well. He started to get drunk after drinking a glass. He sat stumblingly and talked to himself. Sometimes he was out of anger and yelled at him.

"Wen Shaohua, you bastard, big liar."

"You big liar, liar, how can you do this to me, how can you?"

The two men sitting beside them were a little dissatisfied with this environment, and Zou frowned.

Tang Fei knew about the environmental problem, so he proposed: "Should we change the environment?"

Feng Qize slowed down, his face was as cold as ice, and he said in a low voice: "No, let's just do it, I am in a good mood today, and I don't care about a broken-hearted woman."

"Okay. You just returned to China, shouldn't you go back to see Mr. Feng first--" Tang Fei was interrupted by the loud cursing on the side before he finished speaking, making his face sink. Very unhappy.

He is doing business right now, and there is a mad woman by his side, which is really difficult to handle, but some people are unwilling to change places, and he can't help it.

"Liar, all liars, you lie to me, lie to me, Wen Shaohua, you are the number one liar in the world, I hate you, I hate you."

"What did I do wrong? You are doing this to me, why?

Xie Qianning's wine was very poor. At this time, he was like a madman, shaking his bottle, yelling and cursing, completely disregarding his own image, just trying to vent his resentment.

Her heart hurts, she feels about to die, and her mind is full of scenes of Wen Shaohua and Xie Mingshan.

"Wen Shaohua, you liar who kills a thousand knives, I hate you, I hate you."

"How can you lie to me like this, lie to me for ten years, how can you do this?"

The waiter on the side looked at her helplessly, trying to persuade her, but didn't want to cause trouble, so she had to stand.

Tang Fei endured forbearance. Regardless of the mad next to him, he continued to talk about business: "Qize, Mr. Feng meant—"

In the same way, he was interrupted again before he finished speaking.

But this time it was not interrupted by Xie Qianning.

Feng Qize knew what he was going to say, so he intercepted his words and warned indifferently: "Tang Fei, you'd better take care of my personal affairs. If you tell me whereabouts at will, then only the Lord will be left between us. Servant, no friendship."

A word of warning made Tang Fei dare not say any more and lowered his head helplessly.

Since the age of ten, he has known this indifferent young master of the Feng family. For 16 years, the feelings between them have been between master and servant and friendship. Sometimes they are like friends, but sometimes they are like friends. It is the master and servant, which makes him never dare to cross the boundary.

He is only the son of the Feng Family butler, and because of the Feng Family, he has the opportunity to get the same learning environment as the noble children, and therefore can stand firm in the Feng Family Empire.

Even so, his identity is still a servant of the Feng family.

"Tang Fei, you should go back first. You should understand what to do." Feng Qize was silent for a while, so he opened his teeth low and let him leave.

"Okay, I see." Tang Fei didn't say much, stood up and left directly.

There was one less person in the pub, but it was the same noisy.

Xie Qianning would be more drunk now, holding the wine bottle, standing up, wandering around, shaking while walking, and continued to swear to himself.

"Wen Shaohua, you **** who kills a thousand knives, I curse you for not having happiness in your life."

After cursing, he raised the bottle, then put the mouth of the bottle into his mouth and poured the wine fiercely.

As a result, a center of gravity was unstable, and he sat down on the ground, and the bottle in his hand fell and broke.

Clang--

Debris in one place, and the drink splashed on other people's pants.

This person is not someone else, but Feng Qize.

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