Hearing Zheng Wuming's words, Song Xueli was stunned for a moment. If he had a little friend, his little friend would be stunned as well.

Zheng Wuming, such a proud person, actually said the word begging for mercy?

For a moment, Song Xueli felt that his ears were broken or he had an auditory hallucination, otherwise how could he hear these two words from Zheng Wuming's mouth?

"Zheng-Zheng Shao, what did you say?" After Song Xueli came back to his senses, he asked uncertainly.

"I said, I'm going to France, to beg for mercy." Zheng Wuming's face was flat, and when he said this, he couldn't hate it.

Failure is one thing that everyone must experience in this life, depending on each person's family situation. If you have a good family background, then you can enjoy the life of the second generation in the first half of your life, without failures and setbacks, and life is so beautiful. But in the second half of my life, I always have to pay it back. As for those who are not from good families, they have been suffering failures and setbacks all their lives, but in the second half of their lives, God has probably opened their eyes, and they can enjoy the rest of their lives in peace.

Zheng Wuming was already mentally prepared for failure, he was not that kind of fantasy perfectionist, he saw the cruelty of this society better than anyone else - but he didn't expect that he would lose so quickly.

Just like Old Man Zheng said, it was not Yan Murong who lost to him, but himself.

Zheng Wuming is a proud man, he shouldn't just beg for mercy, but he has to.

Thunder Investment was founded by the old man, but now, it is going to lose in his hands, and he does not allow such a situation to happen. Rather than draining your money to try your luck, you should beg for mercy – at least not as someone else owns the company.

After a while, Kunlun hurried over, circled around Zheng Wuming several times, and touched his forehead again, and then said to himself with a puzzled face. "There's no fever, there's nothing wrong with it, what's wrong?"

"Let's go." Zheng Wuming ignored Kunlun's words and said in a flat voice.

"Zheng Shao, what's wrong with you?" Kunlun stopped Zheng Wuming and asked strangely. "Even if we don't have any problems, we don't have to run to apologize to those two girls and beg for mercy, right? It's a big deal to fight a fish and die in the net. ”

"You martial artist." Zheng Wuming scolded with a smile, but the smile was very far-fetched, sighed lightly, and said. "I can't let the Zheng family lose in my hands, even if it is death, it can destroy the Zheng family. Fight a fish to die and break the net? Hehe, I can do it, but what about grandpa? What should Zheng Xiao do? What about those relatives of the Zheng family? And - what do you do? ”

"Me? I just have more than 100 catties of meat, which is not a pick-up. Kunlun grinned.

"You can, I can too, but the Zheng family can't." Zheng Wuming shook his head with a wry smile. "Once the old man of the Yan family gets angry, not only the Zheng family, but also the Ning family will not be able to bear it, and it will definitely be our Zheng family who will be sacrificed in the end."

As he spoke, Zheng Wuming let out a long breath, looked at Kunlun and said seriously. "Sometimes, admitting cowardice for the time being doesn't mean defeat - begging for mercy now, we still have a chance to come again, and you and I can go back to Yanjing. If we don't go around, we will lose everything, including the Zheng family. ”

"Then you shouldn't beg those two girls for mercy." Kunlun scratched his head, looking reluctant. "It's a shame to beg a woman for mercy."

"I don't have any brains at all, I really promoted you to say that you are a martial artist, you are just a mallet." Zheng Wuming scolded with a smile. "It's useless to beg them for mercy, I'm going to find Yan Murong."

"Him?" Kunlun was slightly stunned, and then he looked angry. "That boy, what do you ask him to do, why don't I go and kill him."

"You hit him?"

"--I can't beat it." Kunlun lowered his head depressedly.

His strength has improved a lot, but he also knows that even if he is given a few more years, unless he falls off the cliff or encounters some master in the river to rescue him, and then gives him a booklet such as basic peerless martial arts to cultivate, he may be able to torture Yan Murong to death.

"That's not it." Zheng Wuming patted him on the shoulder and said. "Go call and book your flight, we'll go now." ――

"Guess what Grandpa just told me?" Yan Murong held up his mobile phone and looked at Su Qingwu with a smile and asked.

"I don't know that." Su Qingwu pouted, motioned for Yan Murong to pour her a glass of red wine, and said while staring at the TV. "Are you telling us to go back?"

Yan Murong smiled, poured a glass of wine for Su Qingwu and handed it over, then pulled Su Qingwu up, sat on the sofa by himself, put Su Qingwu on his lap, wrapped one hand around her slender waist, and leaned in from the hem of the pajamas with the other hand, pinching the upright fullness in the pajamas, and said. "It's news about Zheng Wuming."

"I hate it, what are you making trouble in broad daylight, I'm still a wounded."

was pinched by Yan Murong with some emotion, and said with a cat's bark. "What's wrong with Zheng Wuming? Isn't he in Switzerland? ”

"Hehe, I was in Switzerland just now, but this may be the case." Yan Murong's hand kept moving, and he said. "Maybe I'm on the plane or on the way to the airport."

The fullness of his chest was teased by Yan Murong for a long time, Su Qingwu's face gradually climbed into a layer of moving redness, and he dragged Yan Murong's hand but didn't pull it out, so he could only let him do it, and asked breathlessly. "He—is he going back to Huaxia?"

"Back to China? Hehe, he can't go back for the time being. Yan Murong teased Su Qingwu, but he set himself on fire, and said while untying Su Qingwu's pajamas. I thought this guy could last ten days and half a month, but it turned out that he couldn't hold on for two and a half days. ”

"You-you have something to say, in broad daylight, what are you doing?" Su Qingwu twisted, but Yan Murong was teased and soft, looking at Yan Murong with silky eyes, and said coquettishly. "You-you're done when you're done, this--I won't listen."

"Say it as you do. Hey? In charge of such a large company, a president can't do two things? Yan Murong said teasingly, and at the same time, Su Qingwu's pajamas had already flown to the ground, revealing two balls of warp that were not wrapped in underwear.

“――”

Su Qingwu wanted to scold people, what does it matter how big this company is?

"Come on, lift your buttocks, you can't take it off." Yan Murong said urgically.

"Hate-"

Su Qingwu snorted, knowing that she couldn't dodge, so she simply took the initiative to attack. got up from Yan Murong, quickly threw off the clothes on his body, and then ripped off Yan Murong's clothes.

As a result, Yan Murong was overthrown by Su Qingwu's successful counterattack