Knowing that he has gambled 20 million, he still has to gamble. In these short two years, Zhu Rong lost the factory that his parents had run for ten years, his father was angry with him, and his mother was so angry with him that he jumped off the building. The factory, which is worth 20 million, actually lost it like this. Later, through various connections, he also quietly borrowed 10 million usury. Rolling profits, now owed 30 million. Today, just now, this group of thugs just wanted to take his life.

"This is not the place to talk. They'll catch up, come with me! Ling Jie opened the car door, glanced at Zhu Rong and walked towards his company.

"Eun Gong, wait for me!" Zhu Rong closed the car door and chased after him. It seems that I really met a good person! Anyway, I'm a bad life, so there's nothing to worry about. The death of his parents made Zhu Rong want to quit gambling. What do you think, just a peaceful life has just begun. This debt collector bastard is also here, 30 million, this is not paper! He Zhu Rong can only flee for his life, and this group of creditors is not a master to be messed with.

As soon as Ling Jie came to the elevator, Zhu Rong chased after him: "Engong, do you work in this building?" What for? What is the annual salary? Zhu Rong glanced at Ling Jie's outfit and looked at Ling Jie's appearance with curiosity. If his guess is right, this Engong must be a rich man. Either white-collar workers, gold-collar workers, or bosses.

"Where did all that nonsense come from?" Ling Jie glared at Zhu Rong on the side: "In this way, let's wait until everything arrives in my office!" Ling Jie said seriously.

This kid was just on a blind date, or was he checking his household registration? I actually asked myself how much my annual salary was? Thinking of this, Ling Jie's heart was numb. Is this still the words of a man? How can a man ask another man what is the other man's annual salary? After Zhu Rong's question just now, Ling Jie could only use two words to describe him, and the word pervert was well deserved.

"Huh!" Zhu Rong hurriedly shut up and lowered his head to death. Ling Jie's words just now made him very scared. "Let's go!" Ling Jie said lightly and walked into the elevator that had just opened. He kept looking at the kid in front of him, and he was thinking that this kid should be the person he was looking for.

At twelve o'clock, in Ling Jie's office. Ling Jie sat in the office chair, gently supporting his chin, and looked at Zhu Rong standing in front of him with a mysterious smile.

"Eun Gong, you don't think about it? I only love women, for...! Zhu Rong's whole body was trembling, and his face was twitching. Ling Jie looked at himself like this just now, and it had been nearly fifteen minutes, which made him feel very embarrassed and scared. Nowadays, aren't they all popular friends? This is also the real reason why Zhu Rong said this just now.

"Smog a cigarette, you sit down first." Ling Jie didn't think it was funny, he took out a Chinese cigarette and threw it in Zhu Rong's hand, and lit one himself. Zhu Rong took the Chinese cigarette handed by Ling Jie and sat down on a chair opposite Ling Jie with a surprised face.

"As for your identity, I don't want to know. What you just said that your life is mine, does that still count? Ling Jie took a deep puff of his cigarette and spewed a beautiful smoke ring at the ceiling.

"Engong, my life will be yours from now on. Anyway, I'm not worried. Zhu Rong patted his chest and snapped.