When they returned home, the two did not talk any more, and each took a bath and went to sleep.
Wake up on the 2nd day, Shen Lang spit one mouthful of impure air and stretched his body.
Su Ruoxue happened to go downstairs, wearing an OL uniform, drawing a charming curve. Her eyes were red, and it was obvious that she didn't sleep well last night.
Shen Lang happened to be out of the bedroom, and said hello to Su Ruoxue: "It's still early, you can go to bed later."
"You control me, don't block Road." Su Ruoxue snorted, turned sideways, and walked into the bathroom.
A big man at home, she still feels a little uncomfortable.
Shen Lang also didn't bother to find it boring. After the two of them washed up, they went to the company one after another.
...
Number One Person Hospital of Huahai City.
In a ward.
Zhang Wenzhi was lying on the hospital bed, his face black like the bottom of a pot.
Yesterday, he was poured Divine Soul upside down by Shen Lang. After being sent to the hospital, he was diagnosed with severe alcoholism and almost had a problem with his head.
Fortunately, the doctor tried his best to rescue him, and he did not leave any repercussions.
Although the alcohol within the body has been removed, Zhang Wenzhi is still dizzy and unable to get out of bed.
"Shen Lang, fuck me, my mother!" Zhang Wenzhi yelled, his face grim.
He originally wanted to make Shen Lang make a fool of himself in front of Su Ruoxue, but he turned into a laughing stock instead.
Zhang Wenzhi is almost crazy, he has never seen such ugliness before, and his hatred for Shen Lang has risen to a certain level, and he can't wait to stab that pretty boy!
"Boss, you are looking for me." The door to the ward was pushed open, and a man in a suit walked up quickly and said respectfully at Zhang Wenzhi.
"Have you checked the identity of the kid named Shen Lang?" Zhang Wenzhi asked quickly.
"It is clear that the kid is the new public relations manager of Lingya International Fashion Company, or he was hired yesterday." The man in the suit said immediately.
"Public Relations Manager?" Zhang Wenzhi was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a violent expression: "Damn it, Su Ruoxue, that bitch pretended to be innocent with Lao Tzu before, but didn't she secretly raise a pretty boy. Now you guys quickly grab this kid named Shen Lang for me, and I want to teach him a lesson!"
"Yes, Boss."
At the Lingya International Building Downstairs, it's only seven o'clock, Su Ruoxue is used to coming to the company so early.
"President Su is good!" As soon as he walked through the door, two security guards greeted him first.
Su Ruoxue nodded gestured.
"President Su is good!"
Along the way, a group of staff greeted Su Ruoxue with a formal expression.
A group of well-dressed women, normally a superb management class, when they saw Su Ruoxue, they all lowered their heads involuntarily, nodded bowed, and looked cautious.
As the president, Su Ruoxue's aura is still very amazing. In the hearts of the employees of the Lingya Group, Su Ruoxue is Goddess, with a tough attitude, decisive behavior, and very business acumen. He is the object of worship and respect by the employees.
Su Ruoxue got on the elevator, reached the top floor, and walked into the president's office as usual.
About ten minutes later, Shen Lang also took a taxi to the company. He just started working, and Shen Lang hopes to be paid, because he will almost run out of money for taxis as he goes on like this.
Just as he got out of the taxi and moved towards the company building, a large van roared and stopped by the road.
A cold glow flashed in Shen Lang's eyes. As a top killer with insight, he clearly felt a sense of hostility, and he was being targeted.
Sure enough, the van door opened, and five muscular men in black vests walked out immediately.
"Boy, are you Shen Lang?" The first bald hunk, pointed at Shen Lang and showed one's ferocious appearance.
"Brother Meng, this is the kid!" A muscular man approached and said.
Shen Lang said nonchalantly, "I am Shen Lang, what are you looking for?"
The bald man named Meng came forward and faced him. Shen Lang said with a smile: "Boy, come with us."
Shen Lang felt a little funny, and said calmly: "Why let me go with you?"
"Boy, if you don't want to get a fist, I still advise you to be obedient!" The fierce brother angrily roared.
Shen Lang said with a sneer: "Is that right? Haha, in fact, I am still reasonable. I don't want to make a fist unless I'm a last resort."
"Don't pretend to be forced, because your fists are not hard enough."
Shen Lang grinned: "Wrong, because if I move my fists, I will…be out of control."
As soon as the voice fell, those hunks were stunned.
The guys on the mixed road are basically nervous guys, fighting and cutting people are particularly slippery, but the culture is not good, so they are slower than others in language understanding.
What does this kid mean, his fists are harder than them?
After thinking it through, Brother Meng couldn't help but sigh, this educated person pretended to be different.
Brother Meng hastily remembered this way of pretending to be in his mind, thinking that he could use it later.
"Oh, boy, you are very good at pretending to be forced, but I will soon make you a stupid man!" Brother Meng Hehe smiled and instructed the younger brothers on the side: "First make this kid fiercely Give it a beat, grab it and take it away!"
Several muscular men harboring malicious intentions surrounded them with eccentric smiles in their mouths.
One of the muscular men directly moved towards Shen Lang threw away and slapped him fiercely in the face.
Shen Lang expressionless, quickly grabbed the man's fist with his eyesight and hand, pulling and pulling.
"ka-cha!"
With a crisp sound, the man's arm was directly torn off by Shen Lang, and his mouth screamed like wail like ghosts and howl like wolves .
"Fuck him!" Another muscular man kicked and fiercely kicked Shen Lang to the waist.
Shen Lang didn't bother to hide.
A muffled sound of "dong!"
The buddy who kicked Shen Lang gasped in a cold breath, and the huge pain from his leg almost made him fall.
He feels that Shen Lang's waist is almost as hard as Shi Tou!
"Damn it, is this still a human?" The buddy was dumbfounded.
Shen Lang walked forward slowly, punching straight and hitting the bridge of the man's nose.
With a sound of "Pa", the man had a nosebleed and fainted.
"Trash, fuck him!" Brother Meng hate iron for not becoming steel growled.
Unfortunately, in less than half a minute, Shen Lang easily solved five robust men, patted hands, as simple as eating and drinking.
"Fuck, how is this possible?"
Brother Meng has a numb scalp, this kid is very good, right?
After Shen Lang knocked down these gangsters, the Mengge headed by moved towards approached step by step.
Although Brother Meng does not have a high IQ, he also knows that it is unlikely that he wants to run, and it is too embarrassing, he can only fight.
He doesn't believe that this kid is really that amazing.
"Death to Lao Tzu!"
A very ruthless flashed in the eyes of Brother Meng. He raised his hammer-like fist and fiercely moved towards Shen Lang's head.