Shang Hongji hooked his waist, half-squatting to listen to Zhang Xiangbei's words, his face turned blue instantly, and his legs didn't know whether he was tired and squatting, or he was angry and trembling.

On the screensaver on the phone, Shang Hongji saw it.

She was pretty, with white skin, big eyes, and a small cherry mouth like rose petals.

The most important thing is that in addition to a perfect face, the screensaver also exposes Xuebao's neck, and although the chest is tightly wrapped, it is a turbulent white rabbit.

Shang Hongji's eyes were red.

The hands and feet are cold, and the heart is very hot.

Shang Hongji, who has lived for more than 30 years, has never been so aggrieved.

"Are you thinking, if you don't go out, you won't go out?" Zhang Ruoyu asked coldly.

"Nope." Shang Hongji frowned and shook his head.

She really didn't think so, she was still immersed in grief and indignation, how could she think about this?

What's more, who has the leisure to harass those eight women every day? She's got big breasts?

"Your eyes and expressions tell me that you don't want to give up, but you can't kill me, of course you will move the people around me." Zhang Ruoyu took a puff of smoke and sprayed it on Shang Hongji's angry face. "Don't think I don't know you're holding back a bad stomach."

The corners of Shang Hongji's mouth twitched, speechless.

Even if you're on leave without pay, you can't wrong me, huh?

"I really didn't think so." Shang Hongji retained the last shred of rationality and gritted his teeth. "Really."

In order to make Zhang Xiangbei believe in himself, Shang Hongji even made it clear what he would do later: "I will call my father in a while, and listen to him analyze what you said, how true and how false it is." If it's all true, I will keep a low profile in the future, and I won't be as arrogant as I am now. If it's fake, I'll find a way to disgust you and get you. ”

"I really didn't want to your family." Shang Hongji exhaled turbid breath and said in a hard tone. "As the old saying goes, it doesn't hurt your wife and children."

Shang Hongji looked at Zhang Xiangbei with a reverent face, hoping that this vicious and evil legend of Beimang would believe in him.

"Really?" Zhang Ruoyu frowned.

"Absolutely." Shang Hongji nodded.

"Ah Fei, do you believe it?" Zhang Ruoyu tilted his head and glanced at Long Fei.

"Xiaoji's words are sincere, his mood fluctuates little, and his face is full of sincerity and integrity." Long Fei pondered for a moment, nodded and said. "I'm sure she's genuine."

"Oh." Zhang Ruoyu responded lightly, but there was no follow-up.

Outside the car window, the cold wind was raging.

The weather in the capital is dry and cold.

It hurt to shave Shang Hongji's delicate skin.

Although his workstation is in the hall, there is no privacy, but it is not cold, and there is a chair to sit on when he is tired.

It's better than squatting here, right?

"Are you done?" Shang Hongji glanced at Zhang Xiangbei, who was cold-mouthed, and just wanted to return to his workstation as soon as possible.

She literally froze to death.

Zhang Ruoyu glanced at Shang Hongji lightly, and said without warning: "I get angry when I see your dead face, and I don't know who made it for you, it's really ugly." ”

"Can I go, then?" Shang Hongji's legs trembled like a sieve, and they were about to explode.

"Keep standing." Zhang Ruoyu said lightly.

"——" Shang Hongji's scalp was numb and on the verge of going berserk.

"Your father also offended me back then." Zhang Ruoyu is not salty or indifferent, and it seems to have the meaning of communiqué personal vendetta.

"Then you go find him." Shang Hongji hugged his arm tightly.

"What kind of good bird can he give birth to with his bad batch?" Zhang Ruoyu said lightly. "Talk to me for another hour, I haven't finished my tea yet."

After that, he took out a thermos cup, blew on the floating tea leaves, and took a sip.

After taking a sip, he spit out the broken tea leaves out of the window, almost touching Shang Hongji's trouser legs.

Just when Shang Hongji couldn't bear it anymore and was about to turn his face completely, a low-key black car slowly drove up.

Shang Hongji recognized the license plate number at a glance.

The owner, Zhao Changying.

She has a bad relationship with this Iron Lady, and she is also known as the Little Iron Lady in the wall.

Usually, when you meet, you can hide, and if you can't hide, you can say hello with a smile.

But today, she took the initiative to show a professional smirk, raised her hand to say hello, and almost used her flesh and blood to block Zhao Changying's car that was obviously not slowing down, and was even accelerating.

I'm going to break through the guardrail at eighty yards.

Even the guards at the sentry box were a little panicked.

The car was forced to stop.

Zhao Changying glanced coldly at the God of War driver, frowned, and said, "Don't you say every day that your hands are covered with blood and you kill people like numbness?" You bumped into it, there was an imperial doctor inside, could you still save her? ”

The God of War driver pursed his lips and said: "Leader your newlywed Yan'er, it is not suitable to see blood, it is unlucky." ”

"Do you think I care?" Zhao Changying gritted his teeth and said. "Don't you see who the merchant girl is talking to? What is bad luck? I'm more afraid of bad luck! ”

The God of War driver is like a mirror, and he knows that the leader is very taboo about dealing with Zhang Xiangbei.

He even heard the leader say that leading this son-in-law is a face-wrenching at every turn, and he also uses his rank to suppress the leader.

Usually forget about humiliation in private, and patience will pass.

Doing this at the door of the unit, who can afford this?

Zhao Changying had a quarrel with Han Laomo early this morning over where to go for his honeymoon, and as soon as he arrived at the unit, the surnamed Zhang was blocked at the door.

It was hard for Zhao Changying not to suspect that Old Man Han had accused him of being black.