"Mr. Long, your pants are intact." The maid said after checking it.

The pants are fine, the pants are fine, is it possible that Long Qingjue's pants will be pierced in the air?

"Mr. Long, could it be that you stumbled somewhere while you were sleeping?"

"I have nails in my bed?"

"No...... "The maid thought again, "Could it be that you slept with those women and their fingernails were accidentally cut?" They have sharper nails, most likely. ”

The women, they.

These two words simply stinged Long Qingjue's ears.

That's what the hell this is coming from their group of women!

"Get out!" Long Qingjue was furious, grabbed all the pants in front of him, and smashed them all on the servant's face, "Get out of here!" ”

Servant: "? ”

Even though you're the president, you can't smash people with your pants, right? Not every woman likes to smell your pants.

Of course, these words are not dared to be said by the servants, and it is important to keep the job.

The servant regretfully picked up these thousands of dollars a pair of pants and left, wondering if he could use them to make rags and use them to clean Long Qingjue's room or something.

Long Qingjue's anger did not subside, and he suddenly thought of the ...... he was wearing now It can't be a hole, right?

The more Long Qingjue thought about it, the more he felt that it was possible, so he quickly took off his suit pants and reached out to touch the back of his buttocks.

As expected, his index finger ran through his pants and poked at his white buttocks.

！！！

Did he fall under some curse?!

Long Qingjue was so angry that his hands trembled a little, and he immediately called his secretary and reported a series of underwear brands to her: "Let these brands all go bankrupt!" ”

"President, they're all bankrupt, what are you wearing?" The secretary was dumbfounded by Long Qingjue's operation.

"Find someone to customize again! Let them use the best fabrics! Long Qingjue yelled into the phone.

So many designers designed new pants for Long Qingjue overnight and sent them to Long Qingjue's home urgently.

Because of the hole in his pants, Long Qingjue has been embarrassed to find a woman for many days.

Long Qingjue didn't want to take off his pants, and other women immediately stared at his ass to see if there was a hole in his pants, and he couldn't ask these women: Hey, woman, do you know about the hole in my pants? What the? Ever heard? Damn, I'm never going to let you go to my bed for the rest of my life!

However, the Long Group has recently cooperated closely with the X Group, and Long Qingjue needs to meet with Ling Zhi frequently, so ......

"it! For! Miscellaneous! Whatever! Long Qingjue stared at his pants, which were still torn, his eyes turned bloodthirsty red, his hands trembled with anger, and he tore his pants to shreds with a "bang".

This is the 12th pair of pants he has shredded after changing designers.

"Mr. Long, you can't tear it anymore, if you tear it again, you won't have any underwear to wear......" The maid timidly watched the shredded fabric fragments of Long Qingjue.

"What the hell is it that doesn't ......," Long Qingjue's eyes glared at the fragments of his pants fiercely.

The servant suggested, "Mr. Long, you can try the steel panties......

"You can figure it out, get out!" Long Qingjue smashed his pants in the servant's face again.

Steel pants?

Is that still called a pants? That's called chastity-pants!

The words "torn pants" have become a knot in Long Qingjue's heart, and Long Qingjue thinks about why his pants are torn every day when he eats and sleeps.