Mr. Bo, you are out of favor

"What do you mean?"

"Apologize to my boss Lu."

When Feng Chen said these words, his tone was cold, and his eyes fell on Mr. Song with gloomy eyes, who subconsciously took half a step back.

frightened.

He stood still belatedly. Mr. Song has been in the mall for many years and has no other hobbies. He just likes to put on a show, and it's as if he came out to discuss business!
When he came out this time, he also brought a lot of people, many of whom were prominent figures in Tongcheng.

Feng Chen is a self-made man with no background, Mr. Song feels that he should not be afraid of him!

Thinking of this, Mr. Song stood up straight again, looked at Feng Chen with a gloomy expression: "Say it again!"

"Feng Chen, don't be shameless, let me tell you, if you miss this opportunity, our Song family will never give Feng a second chance!"

Feng Chen's expression was unclear, and it landed on Lu Xiangxiang's wrist. The woman was wearing a knitted sweater with three-quarter sleeves and a suit on the outside. Wraps a woman's slender and exquisite body.

The most glaring thing was probably the red and swollen bruises on Lu Xiangxiang's wrist.

Feng Chen reached out to take off his white suit and handed it to Lu to think about it. His eyes were cold, as if it was the frost and snow that could not melt on the pines and cypresses in winter. It was cold.

Lu Xiangxiang didn't dare not answer, when he stretched out his hand, his wrist was held by Feng Chen, his rough thumb rubbed the wound on her wrist.

The wrist that was already sore seemed to have been passed over the tip of the knife. Lu Xiangxiang gasped and focused his attention on the wrist. Naturally, he did not see the flash of light that suddenly dissipated from Feng Chen's eyes.

"Who did it?"

Lu Xiangxiang retracted his fingers, pursed the corners of his lips, and said in a low voice, "Everyone moved their hands, and I can't remember which one!"

Feng Chen smiled.

Lu Xiangxiang's ability to push his nose on his face seems to be out of his habit.

He rolled up his sleeves, turned around and punched the man closest behind him.

There was too much movement in the box, which finally alerted the police. When Lu Xiangxiang and Feng Chen came out of the police station, they had already got off work in the afternoon.

The corners of Feng Chen's lips were a little black and blue, and he didn't look embarrassed at all, but made people look even more evil and handsome.

Lu Xiangxiang didn't look at him, but whispered, "Where are you going? Shall I see you off?"

Feng Chen smiled and scolded heartlessly, "Don't send it away, I'm a man, no matter what, I'm safer than you as a girl."

"Secretary Lu, next time you go out to discuss cooperation, if you don't want to be harassed, don't dress so attractively."

Lu Xiangxiang: "..."

"So you men have committed a crime, and in the end you still blame us women for being too beautiful?"

Feng Chen frowned, and just when he was about to say something, Mr. Song and others came out of the police station. Their injuries were much more serious than Feng Chen's, and everyone's face was full of color.

Feng Chen did it to death, especially for Mr. Song, the instigator. His swollen head was like a pig's head, and even his own mother might not be able to recognize him when he came.

With such an image, even if Mr. Song utters harsh words, he still doesn't have much prestige: "Feng Chen, you will definitely regret it, I won't let you go, and, even if you come to me on your knees in the future, I won't let you go!" I will definitely not cooperate with your Feng family."

Feng Chen smiled. He was handsome, with a tall and straight body standing in front of Lu Xiangxiang, blocking Mr. Song's unfriendly sight. Lu Xiangxiang was covered with a shadow, which gave her a rare sense of security.

"President Song, don't worry, even if you wait until you die, you won't be able to wait until that day!"

"Feng Chen, don't be arrogant!"

Mr. Song's voice was very deep: "You are just a stunned young man with no background, so arrogant, you will learn a lesson one day."

Feng Chen is still young, and there is basically no sincerity on his face: "Even if this day comes, the one who taught me a lesson has nothing to do with Mr. Song!"

President Song was so choked by Feng Chen that he couldn't speak.

Originally cooperating with the Feng family, Song Zong rushed for a win-win situation. Lu Xiangxiang's words were not wrong, they were all businessmen, and they only pursued the word profit.

Coincidentally, the person who came to discuss the cooperation was Lu Xiangxiang, and it was a coincidence that Feng Chen was an upright boss, which made President Song hit a snag.

Feng Chen can now have his current status in Tongcheng, even if Mr. Song wants to touch Feng Chen, it's not easy to do it!
Mr. Song is determined to be dumb, he is not a fool, and now he finally understands that Feng Chen read the information in the Ritz-Carlton box before, but he was just humiliating and teasing him!What he is carrying is a fearless one.

Mr. Song took a deep breath, feeling a little uncomfortable all over, he snorted coldly, and led the people away.

Feng Chen pulled his clothes and walked in the direction of the car. He had just taken two steps when he was stopped by Lu Xiangxiang.

He turned around, and the girl was standing in the afterglow of the setting sun, with her feet in the golden light, her black hair was dyed into a different color, vivid for no reason.

"Feng Chen, are you going to drink?"

At that moment, countless thoughts popped up in Feng Chen's mind. If he couldn't read all the documents piled up in the CEO's office of Feng's head office today, he might have to work overtime tomorrow.

So women are troublesome, they are very magical creatures, and they can make you waste an afternoon without knowing it.

Feng Chen opened his mouth and blurted out: "Where are you going to drink?"

"Night, Twilight, you choose one."

"Twilight."

There are still more men who go to the night, and there are no sensual transactions. Lu thinks about the situation, how it looks like he wants to use wine to make a fuss, and it is inevitable that he will suffer a loss if he goes to the night.

Twilight is different, it's a coffee-themed bar, relatively easy to get in and out of, and more lukewarm in comparison.

Feng Chen was driving, carrying people there, Lu Xiangxiang ordered a few glasses of spirits, but almost didn't give Feng Chen any reaction, and downed two glasses.

She drank a little wine for lunch and didn't eat much. She drank two glasses of strong wine after an empty stomach for a whole day, and her stomach felt as if it was on fire.

Feng Chen frowned, looked at Lu Xiangxiang, and hesitantly picked up the wine glass. Before he could bring it to his lips, Lu Xiangxiang grabbed his wrist.

"You don't drink."

"Huh?" Feng Chen was a little dazed, looked at Lu Xiangxiang and said, "Why, are you afraid of having sex after drinking?"

Lu Xiangxiang sneered and said, "I'm afraid that no one will drive when I go back later!"

Feng Chen pursed his lips, patted Lu Xiangxiang on the head, and said in a low voice, "Are you stupid? Don't you know how to call a substitute driver?"

Lu Xiangxiang glanced at his mouth and asked him: "What's your fuss today? Didn't you say it five years ago? You will never fight with others again."

"Didn't you say before that men are not good things? I just broke my promise once. What's the fuss about?"