Chapter 2： President: The brutal target

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The next day, Feng Xinglang was processing documents in his office.

The secretary knocked on the door and stopped talking.

Feng Xinglang frowned and said impatiently: "Say!"

The secretary bit her lip. "The president should go and see."

Feng Xinglang got up and walked out, the tall figure wrapped in the cold chill.

The elevator doors only opened, and the rich rose scent made Feng Xinglang sullen.

He walked out of the elevator with slender legs, but found that there was no place to stop.

Because the places outside the elevator are all filled with roses of all colors.

The front desk pinched a card, striding across the sea of ​​flowers, and tremblingly shouted at the embarrassing Feng Xing: "President, this was sent by Su Shao, and this card."

Feng Xinglang missed it, and he could freeze people into ice sculptures in cold tone, "Where is he?"

The front desk swallowed and swallowed carefully: "Outside the door."

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "Three minutes."

The front desk quickly responded: "Yes, the president!"

Feng Xinglang just walked out of the door. The front desk hurriedly told everyone to deal with all the roses within three minutes, otherwise they would have to finish playing.

Outside the door, Subei, in a sapphire blue suit, leaned against the red sports car like a boneless.

There was a cigarette in his mouth, and there was a dude's breath all over him.

Feng Xinglang looked at this kind of north Jiangsu, his eyebrows deepened, "Pinch."

Su Bei looked at Feng Xinglang who suddenly appeared in front of him, and for a moment, quickly choked off the smoke.

Then he said flatly: "I don't know what color rose you like, so I bought some."

Anyway, this body has money, just spend it casually.

Feng Xinglang turned and walked, and found that North Jiangsu did not keep up.

There was a hint of sorrow between his brows, "Come on!"

As soon as North Jiangsu listened to Fart, Fart followed, "748, do you say this is considered progress?"

"Eh, I still have a gift for strategy."

The system returned a word, "Oh."

However, from the word, Su Bei heard three points of mockery and seven points of disdain.

Too much.

The roses in the lobby have been dealt with completely. I have to say that the efficiency of large companies is high.

Subei followed Feng Xinglang to the office, and suddenly some counsel, "I don't know if I can invite Feng to have a meal?"

Feng Xinglang turned his head, and the anger between the eyebrows was heavier, "Go rinse your mouth."

North Jiangsu smashed his mouth, is his mouth smelly? Why gargle.

Just at his kung fu, Feng Xinglang directly grabbed his collar and pulled him into the bathroom.

Some violently pushed Subei's head under the faucet, opened the faucet, and cold water poured down.

Subei is like a little chicken strangled by his neck, struggling hard, "Let go! I come by myself! I come by myself!"

Feng Xinglang then let go.

North Jiangsu forced his face to gargle and gargle before looking at Feng Xinglang.

I don't know if it was soaked in water. A pair of peach blossom eyes in northern Jiangsu was full of stars, as if it could evoke the secret thoughts in the bottom of the heart.

Feng Xinglang's eyes darkened a little bit, and the black light couldn't penetrate.

Subei looked at his eyes and felt the coldness of his back for no reason, giving him the urge to escape.

Feng Xinglang always appreciates beautiful things. Even if the person in front of him is a man, he has to admit that this northern Jiangsu has a unique appearance.

But what is the purpose of Northern Jiangsu?

He was clearly afraid of him, and his eyes were full of desire to survive, but he kept walking close to him.

Really, very interesting.

He opened his lips slightly and asked unclearly: "Are you afraid of me?"

North Jiangsu jumped in his heart, afraid or not, this is a thought-provoking answer.

"Huh?" Feng Xinglang seemed impatient and urged from his throat.

Su Bei shuddered and asked solemnly, "Does Mr. Feng want to hear the truth or falsehood?"

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, and North Jiangsu began to speak for himself. "The truth is, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!"

"If Mr. Feng is unhappy, what if he sinks me into the sea?"

A low smirk spilled out of Feng Xinglang's throat, unclear what it meant, "Then are you not afraid now?"

Su Bei said that he would return to his death: "It's also nice to die under the peony flowers and be a ghost!"

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