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Fortunately, she reflected in time to stabilize the plate.

Drooping eyes, looked at the mess all over the ground, the heart has been clear, it is obvious that this bad man has lost his temper again.

Liu Liu, carrying his plate, walked to his desk and asked Cheng Chi, "what's the matter? So angry? "

Cheng Chi said frankly, "the young master thinks my coffee is hard to drink."

So it is. The eldest young master's temper is not built. If he is not satisfied with a little thing, he will be furious.

Liu Liu put the dinner plate on the desk, folded her eyelids, looked at the man with a gloomy face on the chair, and whispered, "eat something first, and I'll make you coffee."

The man didn't seem to hear it. He didn't even lift his head.

Cheng Chi looked at Liu Liu's eyes, as if to see the Savior, "Miss Liu, trouble you."

"No trouble."

Then he walked out of the office.

When I came back in, I had a cup of coffee in my hand.

She put the coffee in front of the man, the mellow taste, floating in the air.

Her voice faintly sounded, "Mr. Sheng, your coffee."

Long fingers on the coffee cup, head down, a drink.

He likes the taste.

Aware of this, he raised his eyes and looked at Liu Liu. The emotion in his eyes was complex and could not be distinguished by himself.

He squinted and said in a cold voice, "you, get out of here."

Liu Liu cold for a second, only smile back a word, "good."

Out of the president's office, Liu Liu looked at the door with her eyes closed, and a faint helpless smile came out of her lips.

He Sheng and Ting are in an office, but he is not a general one. He drives him out from time to time.

In the office, the man only drank a sip of coffee, then put the coffee cup back in place, did not move again, along with Liu Liu's lunch, also did not move.

With his knuckled fingers closed and his jaw resting on the back of his hand, he looked at the coffee and food in front of him in a daze, until all the heat had gone, and he did not move his sight.

I don't know what I'm thinking.

Cheng Chi is waiting on one side, vaguely aware of the man's mind, the atmosphere dare not make a sound.

As time went by, the office was silent.

It was so quiet that even the sound of a hair falling to the ground could be heard.

Finally, the low cold voice broke the silence, "you also go out."

Yes, Mr. Chi

When Cheng Chi's figure disappears in the office, the man suddenly gets up from his chair and strides to the French window, overlooking the prosperous city.

High and low buildings, large and small billboards, bustling streets, cars coming and going, and people shrinking into the size of ants are almost negligible.

He is a winner on the top. As long as he stomps his toes a little, the economy of the city will shake. But why does he feel that he is not happy?

Even, very upset.

Sometimes, it seems that he can't bear to be upset.

He took the cigarette case out of his body, twisted it out and lit it skillfully, holding it in his mouth.

The fire of the cigarette end is clearly extinguished.

The faint blue and white mist shrouded his face, which seemed to be carved by God himself, and gradually blurred his facial features.

He made a phone call in the smoke. "Get together in the evening."

Song Li pulled his mouth and said with a smile, "it's really rare that he took the initiative to call us out to get together. The gang who made trouble on your territory before has been dealt with clean?"

He took a deep puff of his cigarette, and a low voice came from his throat. "It's dead."

Song Li sighed, "it is worthy of our black and white eat all grand young master."

Bo LAN grabs the phone, tut two voice way, "all say that people do not fight with business, business does not fight official, this is true, there is a senior official's father is good, who dares to give you trouble, directly die."

He frowned in displeasure. "There's so much nonsense."

If he didn't have a life on his hands, could that person be so relieved of him?

Now it's only because he can no longer pose a threat to him that the other party intentionally turns a blind eye.

When he was young, he didn't understand, but now he can't understand?

Why he left the army twelve years ago, he can clearly remember.

Thin blue discontented to shout, "just say a word, don't you think I speak too much?"

He was too lazy to answer.

Song Li squinted and asked, "a ting, you take the initiative to ask us, is there something bothering you?"

He threw out two words impatiently, "no!"

Thin blue smile ha ha, "also said no, your voice now sounds, already irritable as if to kill."He looked up and pressed the blue veins on his forehead. "I want to kill you."

Bo LAN se shrunk his neck and shut up.

He calmed down the mood, facing the humanitarianism on the other end of the phone, his voice was cold and could not hear any emotion, "find me a woman in the evening, want pure natural."

Thin blue exaggerated exclaimed, "I knew that a ting would be unable to hold back, you see

"Shut up!" Song Li stretched out his hand, patted the melon seeds on the thin blue head, and then said to the mobile phone with a smile,

"don't worry, ah Ting, although I can handle this kind of small matter, I will surely find you a more natural one."

He pressed his brow. "By the way, give you both a piece of advice."

Thin blue curiosity biggest, "what?"

He said without expression, "don't two big men get bored with each other all day long. People who don't know think you two are a pair of dead fags. Are you disgusted?"

With that, Sheng Youting didn't give them a chance to speak again, so he cut off the phone directly.

From the receiver came a cold beep, accompanied by thin blue's scolding, "lying in the trough, Sheng You Ting, the grandson of the tortoise, are you still suspicious of Laozi's orientation at this time?"

Song Li slowly lit a cigarette and quietly inserted a mouth, "it's probably that you look like a fag. I'm just lying with you innocently."

Thin blue discontented cry, pointed to the position under his abdomen, "Laozi is a straight man of iron and steel, OK?"

Song shrugged away

Thin blue kicked him, "even you doubt Lao Tzu. How many women have I had, you don't know?"

Song Li glanced at him faintly, "you don't think I'm a pervert. How many women do you have? I can understand. Do you think I'm still watching live action movies?"

"Song Li!"

Song Li's words, as if completely provoked Bo LAN, "wait a minute, you should not only doubt Laozi's gender, but also doubt Laozi's interest in you?"