When Ning Cheng took Yan'er and walked slowly outside the office, a group of men in suits had already tied up these Taoist priests and dropped them in front of the door next to the office.

The newly bought suit was torn up in a mess, the sunglasses were also missing arms and legs, and the most important thing was that all of them had bruises on their faces.

Even if they still stood up straight, the image of majesty was no longer what it used to be.

The young man who took the lead saw Ning Cheng coming over with his daughter in his arms, and hurriedly stepped forward: "You are Mr. Ning Cheng, I am Xu Mo." ”

Ning Cheng looked at Xu Mo and smiled slightly, he thought that it was someone who came to trouble him without opening his eyes, it turned out to be a misunderstanding, this Xu Mo was clearly Xu Qingfeng's son, not to mention that these two people looked similar, even their names.

Xu Mu, Xu Mo.

This is the name that Xu Qingfeng, the old bastard, gave the child casually in order to save his brain.

"Your father called you here, what did he tell you?"

"Dad asked me to bring these people here to maintain the security of this place, saying that he wanted to develop this place into one of the core interests of the group. ”

Ning Cheng nodded slightly, Xu Qingfeng, this guy, his hands and feet are quite fast.

I was drunk last night, and I got up this morning to arrange manpower, and besides, looking at these young men, they are all extremely strong, and they don't look like people sent temporarily.

Without waiting for Ning Cheng to think about it again, Xu Mo took the initiative to say: "Listen to my father, you are two years older than me, is it okay to call you Brother Ning?"

"Whatever you want. ”

Ning Cheng walked into the store with Yan'er in his arms, this Xu Mo has a virtue with his father, and he is familiar with him.

Glancing at the smashed mailbox, Ning Cheng stretched out his hand and groped: "Who did it?" ”

A Taoist priest pointed at Ning Cheng and scolded: "You dog, don't let me go down! If our master knows about this, it will look good with you!"

Ning Cheng glanced at the Taoist priest: "What did you do?"

The Taoist priest is violent, but Ning Cheng is like a boulder in the sea, not moving at all.

This kind of fearless momentum that Lin Taishan was about to collapse instantly suppressed his clamour.

He was instigated and hurriedly betrayed his accomplices: "He used a spell to hit the crooked, don't blame me." ”

Ning Cheng picked up a stone from the ground and looked at the man: "Are you helping me fix it, or am I repairing it myself?"

"We cultivators, we pay attention to the word fate in everything, and today we have opened your mailbox, which is to form a fate. ”

Still quibbling, Ning Cheng smiled slightly, and waved his hand in front of Yan'er's eyes: "Yan'er close your eyes." ”

Yan'er closed her eyes obediently, but felt unsafe, turned around, and hugged Ning Cheng's neck: "Dad, is this okay?" ”

Ning Cheng chuckled and touched Yan'er's back, flicking the fingers of his left hand.

Card rub.

It was clearly the sound of a broken leg, but the Taoist priest gritted his teeth and let the cold sweat continue to fall: "The body is just a cage that imprisons consciousness, don't do it." ”

Ning Cheng didn't speak, and after doing this, he walked back to the mailbox with Yan'er in his arms.

Reach out and lift the depression flat.

It's just this simple action, which makes Xu Mo feel shocked.

This is solid iron!

It was those Taoist priests who used spells to dent it before, but this Ning Cheng actually restored it with only the strength of his arm?

This power is too terrifying!

Looking at the office again, Ning Cheng pointed to the small pit on the cement floor: "Who did it." ”

A young man in a suit took the initiative to stand up: "It's me, I was accidentally knocked with a dagger before, I will pay to repair it, please forgive me for my mistakes." ”

Seeing that the young man took the initiative to admit his mistake, Ning Cheng nodded slightly: "Just fix it." ”

Hearing Ning Cheng's words, the intestines of the Taoist priest who had his leg broken on the side were about to repent, he knew that he was really just repairing the mailbox, so why should he be hard-mouthed, and finally end up with a broken bone?

It wasn't until Ning Cheng appeared at the door that Zhao Shanqing took the lead in walking out of the office, and Lin Cuixiang also followed behind him.

"Boss Ning, next time you let Zhao Shanqing look at the things in the office, I really don't care, those things were smashed, and I feel distressed when I look at them. ”

Ning Cheng smiled and didn't answer, some people's inherent concepts, especially when these concepts are accumulated on the edge of life and death, it is difficult to change.

Lin Cuixiang is obviously such a person, at a certain age, by something, the sentence that he is worthless is engraved in his bones.

Ning Cheng didn't rush to help her change, but patted Zhao Shanqing on the shoulder: "Good job this time." ”

Lin Cuixiang suddenly became anxious, didn't the meaning of Ning Cheng's words mean that Zhao Shanqing wanted Zhao Shanqing to protect himself all the time?

didn't allow her to speak, so Ning Cheng beckoned to a group of young people dressed in suits behind him: "Come in, meet my assistant, you all have to listen to her when I am not in the office in the future." ”

Lin Cuixiang looked at dozens of people, stood neatly in the office, and bowed to him: "I've seen the assistant." ”

It's not loud, but it's unusually neat.

I was a little panicked all of a sudden, and I didn't even know where to put my hand, and looked at Ning Cheng with a plea for mercy.

Yan'er made a fuss in Ning Cheng's arms: "Dad, I want it too." ”

Ning Cheng held Yan'er in his arms and stood in front of these people: "I don't need to teach you what to do." ”

The scene fell into a brief embarrassment.

These young men couldn't understand that they could just say hello to the steward, why should they treat a little girl with such a solemn ceremony?

It's not a kid playing at home.

Seeing that these people didn't speak, Yan'er's mouth gradually pursed, and Ning Cheng was displeased.

It seems that these young men are still a little ignorant.

Divine thoughts!

The divine thought spread out in an instant, enveloping the group of people, and fear, fear, occupied their consciousness in an instant.

It seems that if you don't kneel down to salute Yan'er at this moment, you will have two heads in the next moment, and there will be no corpse!

"I've seen Yan'er. ”

Someone screamed one after another, but Yan'er was still unhappy and bit her fingers: "Dad, they are not tidy." ”

Ning Cheng saw that there were already people who couldn't bear it, so he accepted his thoughts and snorted coldly: "I know what to do." ”

"I've seen Yan'er!"

The neat, loud voice was heard from inside the office to the street.

These people are all cultivators, and they have a long breath, but at this moment, they were even more intimidated by Ning Cheng's divine thoughts, and they used their strength to eat milk, and shouted out these words.

For a while, the eyes that originally fell on a few Taoist priests were all attracted into the office.

A reporter took a camera and frantically took pictures of the office, saying "developed, developed!"

"The mysterious shop, actually beating the mysterious Taoist!"

"The man in black shouted neatly, for Yan'er, who is Yan'er's sacredness!"

"With these god titles, it's a real event again, I'm going to be developed this time!

Ning Cheng noticed the light that inadvertently flashed while taking pictures.

Glaring at the man who was still frantically taking pictures, the divine thought eroded into his mind for a moment.

Bang!

The camera exploded, countless photos were destroyed, the reporter was lying on the ground, his nose was bleeding uncontrollably, Ning Cheng did not take his life, but, took away his memory.

He didn't want Yan'er to appear in public so early, she was still young, and she should have her own happiness. Instead of standing in front of the screen and delighting the audience.