Chapter 950

"Hum! You react quickly."

Zheng's best friend stared at Chen Hansheng with a smile.

"Ho ho ~"

Chen Hansheng rubbed his hands excitedly: "where did you come from?"

"Hong Kong."

Zheng guanti lifted the shoulder of chiffon shirt and sat on the soft sofa, but her waist was always very straight, her two thin legs folded up, and her eyes calmly looked at the front.

This posture, combined with Zheng guanti's temperament, has a taste of "controlling the field". Qin Ying unconsciously retreated a step or two.

This is probably the "strong Qi field" in the fantasy. After all, Zheng's best friend is now worth more than 100 million and the legal representative of the "Gomi Joint Research Institute".

However, Chen Hansheng is not affected. They are often "girlfriends" who ask for barbecue. Moreover, the "strong man's aura" can also be offset by the "rogue style".

So Chen Hansheng sat down carelessly. The leather sofa rolled by his ass creaked. He was close to Zheng's best friend and wanted to put his arm on Zheng guanti's shoulder intentionally or unintentionally.

"Pa!"

Zheng guanti pushed away with her eyebrows, and Qin Ying was still standing next to her.

"Chen Dong, Zheng Dong, I haven't written a report yet. You have something to call me."

Qin Ying was very conscious and immediately found a reason to go upstairs and go back to her bedroom.

Secretary Qin has been away on business for so many days. His professional ability may not have made much progress, but his level of observation has definitely improved by leaps and bounds.

"Is this the new secretary?"

Zheng guanti asked.

"There's something wrong with Xiaoyu. I temporarily found a subordinate who is married and has children to replace him."

Chen Hansheng said, "otherwise, there will be rumors."

"You're smart, too."

Zheng guanti smiled and said, "speaking of Xiaoyu, I still want to come with her here."

It turned out that Zheng guanti didn't fly directly to Jianye after dealing with her mother's entry into the genealogy. She came around Seoul to see how her "boyfriend" was.

The starting point of this move is naturally to care about Chen Hansheng. Chen Hansheng also knows it, but neither of them spoke out, because if Tigo encounters a similar situation, Chen Hansheng will do the same.

They just talked about some trivial things, such as the procedures for entering the genealogy, including the second uncle Zheng Guangyu, who was worried that Chen Hansheng would die in South Korea, so he would have no place to invest.

In addition, in the mainland market, Samsung is being roasted on the fire, and the sales volume of products is declining with the naked eye.

Chen Hansheng also disclosed a message. According to Yan Ning's report, someone inside Samsung Electronics has proposed to give up the mobile phone market in China and focus on the production and research of electronic device supply chain in the future.

Because Samsung's reputation has been broken to the ground. I don't know how much it will cost to save it again. In addition, the South Korean government is eyeing it. There is definite news that the procuratorate is ready to start······

If we go behind the scenes and make greater efforts to develop semiconductor, screen, flash memory and other essential parts of electronic products, we can also make money.

"If Samsung really exits, most of the empty mobile phone market will fall into the arms of nutshell electronics."

Zheng guanti commented.

"You can't eat such a big cake."

Chen Hansheng shook his head: "you Xiaomi also have a lot of shares, and Nokia and Motorola can also get dividends. That is, Huawei doesn't make mobile phones now, otherwise you can take them to share a share."

"Huawei?"

Zheng guanti wondered how Chen Hansheng mentioned the telecom equipment manufacturer in the south. Huawei and nutshell are actually two completely different businesses.

"Nothing."

Chen Hansheng did not explain much, but moved to another topic: "by the way, did you hear about the 'Freemasonry of the anti Korean alliance to save Chen'?"

"Geese... Geese... Geese..."

Zheng's best friend couldn't help laughing when she mentioned it.

Chen Hansheng was "detained" in South Korea in order to safeguard his motherland's reputation. This positive energy thing has made his reputation rise rapidly in China. Many fruit shell fans have spontaneously established many group alliances, such as:

Freemasons of the Alliance for resisting Korea and saving Chen;

Nut shell assault team;

Chen Hansheng global fan support association;

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There are all kinds of names. Even some black fans have publicly announced that because of Chen Dong's fearless spirit, they decided to "avoid black" Chen Dong until the end of 2007.

In other words, before the end of 2007, Chen Hansheng will never black him no matter what he did.

Of course, it's good to listen to this. The keyboard man's conduct is almost at the same level as that of Chen Hansheng, but those fan groups are realistic, and even have the threshold of "joining the group". They must buy fruit shell products to be eligible for application.

Chen Hansheng began to be startled, because this is not the official behavior of the fruit shell, and the social elites of the management will not have such short-sighted eyes. In short, this is equivalent to "cutting fans and leeks". In a short time, the sales of products may increase sharply, but there will be endless trouble.

Chen Hansheng is not the kind of anchor with goods more than ten years later. He made a gimmick to cheat some fans to run away. He can't even see Samsung's $500 million. How can he dig his brains to dry up?

Therefore, Chen Hansheng discussed with the high-level of nutshell electronics overnight, and finally the official shot to reduce the heat.

The network department first found the sponsors of these groups, and then issued an official statement after communication and docking. It does not support or recommend not to approve of setting the threshold for the fan group. As long as they have the ID of the nutshell community, they can all become members of "Freemasons, backup societies and assault groups".

This operation inadvertently caught fire again. The original "passers-by" who looked on coldly felt that nutshell electronics had a good conscience. Especially after the threshold was lowered, they also applied for the nutshell community ID.

During this time, the nutshell community officially overtook the post bar and became the most lively social interaction platform in China. "Chen Hansheng, nutshell electronics and fuck your mother's stick" are hot words on the Internet.

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Chen Hansheng and Zheng guanti talked from the morning until more than 2 p.m. no one felt hungry. Qin Ying came down with an SLR camera, which disturbed the two people.

"Chen Dong."

Qin Ying raised her camera and said, "take a picture."

"I almost forgot about it."

Chen Hansheng patted his head and walked into the bedroom. He was originally wearing only casual shorts and shirts, but when he came out again, his upper body had been replaced with a white shirt and suit, and pretended to wear round black frame glasses, which had the smell of intellectuals.

"Don't you wear formal trousers?"

Qin Ying pointed to Chen Hansheng's lower body.

"No more."

Chen Hansheng said indifferently, "just don't take a picture of your body."

With that, Chen Hansheng dressed in a nondescript match, picked up a book at will and walked to the desk. One hand held his eyes on the mirror frame and the other hand turned the pages. The sun was tender and time was gentle······

Just listen to the "click" sound, this fake photo with the style of the Republic of China was taken.

"So."

Zheng guanti was stunned for a while and finally responded: "you provided all the photos of the serial diary in the Yangtze Evening News?"

"Otherwise?"

Chen Hansheng said triumphantly, "I'm a graduate student at least. I still have the bearing of learning and being rich. If I were born in the period of the Republic of China, I would be more or less a scholar."

"Ouch ~"

Zheng's best friend put out his tongue mischievously: "when I first saw the name 'Chen Jun', disgusting goose bumps fell off."

"No appreciation at all."

Chen Hansheng took off his suit and changed into short sleeves. By the way, he put on his mask and hat: "let's go and go out to eat."

When going downstairs, Zheng guanti saw that Chen Hansheng didn't come directly to the ground floor, but stopped the elevator on the second floor and went out through the back door through the fire elevator. Zheng guanti knew that Chen Hansheng was still in place.

This is not to prevent Samsung's killers, but to prevent those journalists from secretly shooting.

Out of the back door of the apartment, Zheng guanti found that two cars were always behind her. Before she asked, Chen Hansheng explained: "one is from the embassy and the other is from the green tile terrace. Bonzi doesn't want me to have any problems."

Zheng guanti nodded and Chen Hansheng pulled Samsung into the water. However, the South Korean government still has to protect Chen Hansheng. This must involve complex political negotiations, which is far beyond the level of enterprise struggle.

"Growing up too fast."

Zheng's best friend looks at Chen Hansheng. Although the slag man is wearing a mask, his eyes are not honest. He often peeks at the passing girls' thighs all the way.

Some girls are a little bolder and give Chen Hansheng a wink. Chen Hansheng always smiles and thumbs up: "smecta, beautiful!"

Some girls hate this kind of squinting eyes and dislike to speed up the pace. Chen Hansheng has to be angry behind him: "baga!"

"How do you speak Japanese?"

Zheng guanti asked.

"So they think SEPI is Japanese."

Chen Hansheng earnestly taught: "people abroad must always maintain the image of the motherland..."

Zheng guanti:······

After lunch, it was nearly 4 o'clock. Zheng's best friend planned to go to the airport to return home. Where could Chen Hansheng allow it? The "four word truth" threw out a series of words: "come, come! Stay for one night! Don't give face? Dare to go and try?"

"That's it?"

Zheng guanti held the suitcase in her right hand. She didn't leave in a hurry. She said with a smile, "these four character words don't have any shock."

"There are also shocking."

Chen Hansheng grabbed the suitcase behind him and said with a grin: "listen to this again. CCTV exposure shocked the Chinese people, the West was frightened, and the United States was panicked..."

"Geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese geese

Zheng guanti laughed again. Although Chen Hansheng was dregs, it was really interesting.

But watching Chen Hansheng push the suitcase into the bedroom, Zheng guanti sniffed and suddenly sighed.

Does this scum man really think he doesn't know the purpose of leaving himself?

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Sure enough, before finishing watching a variety show after dinner, Chen Hansheng urged Zheng guanti to have a rest.

Qin Ying didn't have a bathroom in the guest bedroom, but she also realized the subtle and special atmosphere and decided not to step out of the bedroom even if she was suffocated by urine tonight.

Around 11 o'clock, Zheng guanti, lying in bed, received a message from Chen Hansheng.

Chen Hansheng: did you sleep?

Zheng guanti:?

Chen Hansheng: do you remember what you promised me before returning to Hong Kong?

Zheng guanti: I'm too sleepy to remember. Good night.

Chen Hansheng didn't return, but it wasn't long before Zheng guanti heard someone knocking at the door.

"What a color batch!"

Zheng guanti had no choice but to go over and open the door.

"Tigo, do you want to lose your mother?"

Chen Hansheng asked fiercely as he squeezed into the bedroom.

Before Zheng guanti went to Hong Kong, Chen Hansheng made an agreement on her own. If Zheng's best friend doesn't let herself slag once after she comes back from Hong Kong, she will have no mother.

"Although I have a weak relationship with my mother, I don't want to lose her."

Zheng guanti was not angry at all. Her face was calm and a little cunning: "but my mother doesn't take your curse as a transfer. Whether you like it or not, she will be there."

"Good guy, cangyang Jiacuo has come out."

Chen Hansheng "bang" closed the door and said insolently, "in short, you said to let me slag once."

"I... i

Zheng's best friend just wanted to reason with Chen Hansheng. As a result, she felt a heat on her lips. It turned out that Chen Hansheng's mouth had been blocked up.

Zheng guanti's body suddenly stiffened, and the pupil in her eyes enlarged instantly. She was just about to push Chen Hansheng away, but Chen Hansheng was too experienced. Even with her eyes closed, she still accurately grasped Zheng's best friend's two wrists.

Zheng guanti couldn't get rid of it. She could only step backward. Her lower leg suddenly touched the edge of the bed, and the whole person subconsciously leaned back.

She thought that Chen Hansheng would hug himself like the hero in the TV play, but Chen Hansheng was more excited when he saw Zheng guanti fall on the bed, and even jumped up with him.

"No..."

Zheng guanti closed her eyes powerlessly, and then felt that her body was pressed by her heavy body. Her already nervous chest was even more suffocated. She couldn't help humming, and a mouthful of hot air sprayed on Chen Hansheng's face.

Under the dim lamp, the two men looked at each other and breathed. Chen Hansheng's mouth was still stained with Zheng's best friend's lipstick.

At this time, the time is always very slow, but Zheng guanti, who has always been confident and wise, has some grievances at this time. More because she can't stand Chen Hansheng's aggressive eyes, she can't help turning her head away: "the man's saliva is so smelly."

Chen Hansheng smiled and knew when chatting a long time ago that Zheng's best friend had never been in love or kissed.

"I'll get used to kissing a few more times."

Chen Hansheng straightens Zheng's best friend's head and is ready to kiss him. Zheng guanti shakes her head desperately.

However, men with similar experience know that they have great strength in this case, so soon Zheng guanti's mouth was blocked again.

However, just as Chen Hansheng was about to untie Zheng guanti's jeans, Zheng guanti suddenly pressed Chen Hansheng's hand, gasped and said, "Chen Hansheng, do you think there is love between us?"

"Love?"

Chen Hansheng was stunned. This kind of vocabulary appeared on himself. It was really rare.

"Tigo, I tell you, love is the most unreliable thing."

Chen Hansheng looked serious: "today a man chose a woman for love. In the future, he will abandon this woman for another love."

"I almost believed your nonsense."

Zheng guanti couldn't help laughing again, but she has a special posture now. She should stand up when she smiles.

Then, Chen Hansheng, lying on the top, became more excited.

"Wait a minute!"

Zheng guanti quickly stopped Chen Hansheng, who was about to fall into madness: "you know, in fact, when I came to Korea this time, I not only wanted to see you, but also planned to promise the promise of" slag once ", because now my career has become stable and my mother has entered the genealogy. You can think about these things."

"I don't want to hear the 'but' in the back."

Chen Hansheng immediately interrupted.

"But

Zheng guanti hesitated for a moment, but still said, "do you smell anything?"

"What's the smell?"

Chen Hansheng has adapted to the atmosphere in the apartment and doesn't feel special.

"The smell of a girl."

Zheng guanti said softly, "there are all living rooms, bathrooms and kitchens. This should also be a girl who likes you."

Chen Hansheng's eyes moved, which should be left by Luo Xuan.

"Scum man."

Zheng guanti looked up and took the initiative to kiss Chen Hansheng's lips: "I really don't want to be here. It's very uncomfortable in my heart. Can I go back to Jianye?"

"It makes sense for you to say so."

Chen Hansheng was very considerate. Zheng guanti was relieved. Chen Hansheng continued, "why don't we go to the hotel?"

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(for a monthly ticket, thank you.)