After all, it was a request to do something, so when Song Yuru made two requests, she looked at Huang Xiaolong with a cute look, "Huang Xiaolong, is it okay..."

Huang Xiaolong looked at Song Yuru, her snow-white skin, clear and agile eyes, and a charming face in her innocence. He thought seriously for a few seconds and shook his head. "No, I can't. Big wife, the second request, I can't promise you. I don't do anything about pretending to be a boyfriend. ”

"Huh?" Song Yuru was anxious.

You must know that Song Yuru is recognized as the school flower in school, but she has never talked about her boyfriend, and the little sisters in the dormitory often help her introduce objects, which makes her very embarrassed. This time, she invited guests to dinner, and if she didn't bring a male companion with her, it would inevitably be another criticism meeting.

It happened that he met Huang Xiaolong today, and he subconsciously had a good impression of Huang Xiaolong, so he thought about it and prepared to let Huang Xiaolong pretend to be his boyfriend once to solve his urgent need.

"Huang Xiaolong, why don't you talk about it at all... You've taken advantage of me several times, and you still call me 'big wife', and now you won't let you do a little favor... You're really cruel..."Song Yuru said "heartbroken".

"No, eldest wife, we are mandarin ducks and butterflies, we are destined to get married and have children and live a happy life, I am your boyfriend, why pretend?" Huang Xiaolong said very seriously.

"Uh......" Song Yuru was stunned, chewing Huang Xiaolong's words, a brilliant red glow suddenly appeared on her pretty face, "Faint to death, is it okay for people to still study, get married, have children, and still be children!"

"Big wife, I can accompany you to dinner with your classmates at noon, but I'm not a fake, you know?"

Hearing this, Song Yuru was immediately relieved, and said with a smile. "Okay, but, in front of my classmates, you are not allowed to call me 'big wife', besides... You're going to be my boyfriend, I still have to test you, we've only met twice~~"

Song Yuru is still a little reserved.

"Okay, big wife, you can test me. Huang Xiaolong said with a fearless grin.

'Test?' It's said that it's the fate of the mandarin duck butterfly, no matter how you test, you can't change the final result..."

"You can't call me my wife!"

"Yes, wife. ”

“……”

Huang Xiaolong helped Song Yuru and finished distributing a stack of leaflets.

"Xiaolong, now let's go to the sales department and settle the salary for the past few days. Because they were going to get along as boyfriend and girlfriend, Song Yuru also warmed up in advance, and when she called Huang Xiaolong, she removed the "yellow" character from "Huang Xiaolong", which made the two seem more intimate.

"Okay, let's settle the paycheck. Huang Xiaolong smiled.

The two walked out of Huahu Street side by side.

"Little Dragon... Today is noon for my treat, but I am shy in my pocket, and I have to go and collect the salary of my part-time work in the past few days before I can have the money to treat me. Song Yuru said with some embarrassment. "Xiaolong, are you disappointed, I'm not a rich girl, I'm a child of a poor family. ”

"Huh?" Huang Xiaolong looked confused. "Wife, what are you talking about? Why should I be disappointed? Whether you are rich or poor, good or bad, we are all mandarin ducks and butterflies, and we will all get married and have children in the future and live a happy life... Besides, you don't have money for a treat, but I have money. I've made a lot of money......"

"Cut... I don't need your money. Hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, Song Yuru's face flushed, and her heart was sweet.

The sales department was nearby, so Huang Xiaolong didn't drive and walked over with Song Yuru.

Elegantly decorated, dazzling sales department.

The location and feng shui of this real estate are good, and there is a lot of free area, so it sells well.

As soon as Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru walked in, they saw many customers watching and discussing around the sand table of the product model building. The sales ladies explained diligently.

"Xiaolong, you wait for me first, I'll go to the manager to settle the salary. Song Yuru smiled sweetly at Huang Xiaolong, and then walked towards the office.

Huang Xiaolong casually found a sofa and sat down.

It doesn't look like he's coming to buy a house, so there are no staff members coming to receive him.

After a while, I saw Song Yuru and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes walking out together.

The middle-aged man's face was grim and meticulous, and Song Yuru was beside him, constantly explaining, with some pleading on his face.

"Manager Yuan, I have been working very hard these days... Can you not deduct my salary?" Song Yuru was very helpless.

Counting today, Song Yuru has worked part-time for a total of 6 days, and the salary negotiated before is 100 yuan per day, which adds up to 600 yuan.

However, this Manager Yuan insisted on cutting Song Yuru's salary in half and only gave 300 yuan.

The reason is that Song Yuru distributes leaflets, and there will be some unfinished ones left every day and returned to the sales department.

This girl lacks heart!

Others handed out leaflets, and they threw away everything that couldn't be distributed.

She is good, and the endless return to the sales department is untouched!

"Xiao Song, I don't deny how hard you work, but sometimes you don't even send out half of the hundreds of flyers every day, and your work efficiency is too low, right?" Manager Yuan said with a straight face. "Our company has rules and regulations, and we can give you half of your salary, which is not easy for you to work as a college student, otherwise, you won't get a penny!"

Song Yuru gritted her teeth, her apricot eyes were full of tears, and she was very aggrieved, "But... Manager Yuan, I saw other people handing out flyers, and the ones that didn't finish were thrown away, and I didn't want to deceive the company, so... That's why I didn't throw ......."

Song Yuru was really anxious, she had to get all her salary before she could afford to invite her classmates to lunch, according to the price of Binhai, 300 yuan was not enough for a treat!

"Wife, what's the matter?" Huang Xiaolong ran over and said to Manager Yuan, "Hey, aren't you paying my wife?"

"Who are you?" said Manager Yuan with a look of displeasure when he saw that it was a small farmer who was shouting at him. "What are you yelling about in front of me?

"It's okay, Xiaolong..."Song Yuru hurriedly pulled Huang Xiaolong aside.

"Wife, what the hell is going on, are you being bullied? You tell me, I'll help you get ahead. Huang Xiaolong said with some indignation.

In Huang Xiaolong's concept, his own woman cannot be bullied, this is his reverse scale.

However, before Song Yuru could say anything about being deducted from her salary, there was a sudden commotion in the sales department.

I only heard someone screaming -

"Call 120! Call an ambulance!"

"This person's face is white, this is the rhythm of sudden death!"

"I don't seem to be breathing, it's too late to call an ambulance, is there a doctor here? Hurry up! I'll have to collect the body later." What about the person in charge of the sales department? What happened to your sales department, and if someone died, it would definitely not be able to get rid of it. ”

……

A young woman wearing a professional skirt ran towards Manager Yuan with a panicked face. "Manager Yuan, something is wrong! A customer suddenly fainted... Go over and take a look. ”

"Suddenly fainted?" Manager Yuan was very calm. "Don't panic, there must be some disease, it has nothing to do with our sales department. All over the world, we all take advantage. ”

The young woman was sweating profusely, "No, Manager Yuan, fainted... The person who fainted was Brother Seven..."

Manager Yuan's face changed. "Which... Which Seventh Brother?"

"Brother Zhao of xin@ City...... "The young woman said with fear on her face.

"Oh no! Big deal is bad!" Manager Yuan slapped his thigh, and sweat came down from his forehead.

If an ordinary person faints or even dies in the sales department, Manager Yuan believes that he can dispose of it properly.

However, the one who fainted here today was Zhao Qige from xin@ City!

This Nima is a well-known black in the sea, a big owl!

This person relied on a pair of fists to lay a piece of the world in Binhai, and now he is whitewashed and doing serious business, but the inextricably linked black, Taoist connections are still there, and there are more than 100 outlaws and younger brothers raised under his hands?

To put it bluntly, if Brother Zhao really dies in this sales department, Manager Yuan is afraid that he will be hacked to death by his younger brothers!

"Let's go... Walk... Hurry up and take a look!Hurry up!" Manager Yuan walked over quickly.

"Wife, let's go see the excitement too. Huang Xiaolong smiled and took Song Yuru's little hand and ran over.

The two ran over to take a look, only to see a middle-aged man in his forties, lying on the floor, his face was as pale as paper, the sweat on his head was gushing out like a waterfall, his expression was extremely painful, and his breathing seemed to be absent.

There were a lot of onlookers, but no one could give first aid.

"Nima!" A sturdy young man grabbed Manager Yuan's collar, and his eyes were full of fierceness, "You are especially the person in charge here, right? Lao Tzu told you, if Brother Qi has any three long and two short today, Lao Tzu will kill you!"

Manager Yuan was so frightened that he was sifting chaff all over his body. "Big... Eldest brother... It's none of our business... Seventh Brother... Seventh Brother... He's sick, we're selling a house here, really... It really has nothing to do with us, big brother, can you be reasonable?"

Syllable!!!!

The sturdy young man slapped Manager Yuan in the face, leaving five red fingerprints, "Be reasonable? Nima, you reason with Lao Tzu? Lao Tzu just doesn't like to be reasonable in this life! Seventh brother has something to do with you, you have to be responsible!"

Manager Yuan looked at Brother Zhao's face, and he cried out with a wow, "It's dead, it's going to be dead this time... Seventh Brother is about to die, paralyzed, I have to be buried with me... It's wrong!'

Song Yuru saw Manager Yuan's grandson-like face, and she also felt some sympathy in her heart, and pulled Huang Xiaolong's sleeve and said. "Xiaolong, do you think this person can still be cured?"

"Yes. Huang Xiaolong nodded casually, "Wife, look at me!"

After speaking, Huang Xiaolong walked over directly.

"Boy, what are you doing?" The sturdy young man who was screwing Manager Yuan threw Manager Yuan out, and then glared at Huang Xiaolong fiercely.

"This person's life is in danger, first aid must be taken immediately, and when the ambulance comes, it will be too late. At this time, Huang Xiaolong's body naturally exuded a kind of righteousness that hung the pot to help the world.

"Uh......" The sturdy young man's heart was shocked, and the ghost sent the gods. "You're a doctor?"

Huang Xiaolong didn't say much, he took out a few silver needles directly from the canvas bag he was carrying, and squatted down.

He could see at a glance that Zhao Qige was suffering from a heart attack, so he was going to give him a few stitches.

Suddenly—

"Wait! What are you doing?"

A man's voice sounded, containing a hint of anger, and he stopped Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong looked up and saw a man in his twenties, who was wearing a white shirt, and was quite handsome, glaring at him with righteous and awe-inspiring anger.

"Who are you, what do you want to do to the injured?" his face was gloomy, a sneer of disdain tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he questioned Huang Xiaolong in an extremely unkind tone.

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