The Gold Medal Toolman of Quick Transmigration

Chapter 150 What is it that you love (8)

Li Feng drove, Luo Zheng and Shui Miaomiao sat in the back row, and went directly to the suburbs.

Luo Zheng was not idle on the road, he was using his tablet to handle his work.

Shui Miaomiao turned her head and glanced at it, it was full of dense numbers.

Luo Zheng noticed her gaze: "Can you understand?"

Of course Shui Miaomiao can understand, isn't it just the second quarter financial report of Aspiration Group.

She had dealt with this kind of thing a lot before.

But of course she won't admit it: "No."

"Then look at it."

Shui Miaomiao took out her mobile phone: "My fault."

Luo Zheng casually put the tablet aside and looked at her hair: "What do you think?"

"What?" Shui Miaomiao turned her head in wonder, "I didn't bother you."

"I don't want to see it."

"If you don't want to read it, don't read it. It's almost the same anyway. Even if you find a problem, you can't change it alone."

Luo Zheng raised the corners of his mouth with great interest: "You still say you don't understand?"

"Can't you hear the polite words?"

Luo Zheng made a gesture to indicate long hair: "You are really willing."

"It's inconvenient to move with long hair. If caught by the enemy, it will be very troublesome."

These are all excuses.

With Shui Miaomiao's skills, let alone long hair, even a tail doesn't matter.

The main purpose of cutting a short cut was to impress Luo Zheng.

"Cool."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Luo Zheng's cell phone rang, Shui Miaomiao consciously moved aside, looked out the window, expressing that she was not interested.

He saw the name of the caller and didn't answer it, so he just let the phone ring.

Shui Miaomiao felt itchy in her heart. Who made the call?
The bell stopped.

Luo Zheng smiled, "Want to know who it is?"

"Do not want to."

"You really don't want to?"

Shui Miaomiao turned around: "Mr. Luo, the gossip news says you are a cold man."

"You are my savior." Luo Zheng glanced at Li Feng, saw his ears pricked up, and answered with a smile: "Drive your car well."

Shui Miaomiao ignored his second sentence: "Then, do you want to make a promise with your body?"

"So, gossip news cannot be trusted."

Luo Zheng picked up the tablet again, searched for news about himself, looked at those nonsense content, and smiled quite happily.

Shui Miaomiao leaned over and deliberately pricked his side face with short, hard hair: "Hey, are these all fake?"

Luo Zheng didn't hide: "What do you think?"

"I don't know." Shui Miaomiao accepts when she sees a good deal: "I don't quite understand the world of men."

Luo Zheng continued to browse the webpage, and casually threw out a sentence: "Guess what the taxi driver said?"

Of course Shui Miaomiao knew.

"I was just joking with him."

Luo Zheng chuckled and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing Li Feng looking at herself from the rearview mirror, Shui Miaomiao winked at him, scared him away quickly, and never dared to look back again.

The car was parked in front of a three-story building.

Luo Zheng got out of the car first, Shui Miaomiao followed closely behind, Li Feng sat in the car and waited.

After brushing his face, the automatic door moved to both sides, and Luo Zheng walked in.

Shui Miao looked around curiously, thinking that it should look like a club or something, but there wasn't even a door to greet her.

Luo Zheng walked to the elevator, brushed his face again, and the elevator descended from the second floor.

Arriving at the second floor, Shui Miaomiao finally understood that the test he was talking about was just a fight!
A dozen or so muscular men are competing with all kinds of equipment, and they are really bluffing just by their looks.

Luo Zheng walked over to talk to the girl at the front desk: "Where is Song Yu?"

"Just now."

The girl at the front desk picked up the phone and dialed the number, and soon a burly man walked over from the other side: "I went to the bathroom, I didn't go out to mess around."

When he saw Shui Miaomiao, he whistled and said in a frivolous tone, "Beauty, let's have a good time together tonight?"

"Okay."

Shui Miaomiao pointed her chin in the direction of the front desk: "If your wife has no objection."

Song Yu withdrew his smile: "How did you know that she is my wife?"

"Ring, your rings are obviously a pair."

Song Yu froze, turning the ring on his ring finger: "I just said that this thing is a shackle."

The girl at the front desk has long been used to it, and she didn't bother to talk to him, but asked Luo Zheng, "What's the matter?"

"My new bodyguard, I want to try her skills."

Shui Miaomiao kept a smile on her face, but she was complaining in her heart, you're crazy, I saved you from the car that was knocked away, and you still want to test my skills?

Song Yu was suddenly excited: "Come on, I'll fight with you."

Shui Miaomiao shook her head.

"Scared?" Song Yu put his right hand behind his back: "Let me give you one hand."

Shui Miaomiao swiped her fingers arrogantly: "I mean, you and them go together."

Song Yu hadn't felt this kind of anger for many years, and immediately took off his shirt, revealing his chest full of scars: "You hit me first before you talk."

Shui Miaomiao casually handed the satchel to Luo Zheng: "Then I'm here."

She deliberately controlled the speed so as not to scare these people to death, but even so, in the eyes of others, she only took two steps, and the pointed heel was already on Song Yu's neck.

It is conceivable that Song Yu would definitely die now if she just exerted a little force.

A drop of cold sweat slid down Song Yu's forehead, he moved his Adam's apple, and more cold sweat flowed down.

Shui Miaomiao retracted her leg: "Are you still coming?"

Song Yu hid behind his wife: "Luo Zheng, you are here to make trouble!"

Even though Luo Zheng had already made mental preparations, he still couldn't believe such a scene.

Song Yu was his friend for many years, he used to be a mercenary, and his reaction speed was much faster than ordinary people.

did not expect.
Shui Miaomiao looked around: "Together?"

Song Yu waved his hands repeatedly: "I make money from these people. You scared them out of their wits. How can you protect your employer in the future?"

Luo Zheng smiled: "What I mentioned to you before, let it go."

"You!" Song Yu was furious: "You broke the contract! Is it easy for me to make some money?"

Luo Zheng blocked him back with one sentence: "I will give you liquidated damages."

Song Yu lost his temper.

Luo Zheng looked at Shui Miaomiao: "There is a shooting range on the third floor, do you want to try it?"

"I can't use a gun."

Song Yu shouted again: "Brother can teach you."

The third floor is a private shooting range. Behind each door, there is a separate and private space to provide shooting services to those in need.

Of course there were no real guns, but competition guns.

Song Yu held the gun with one hand, and fired ten rounds with a "crack", and the target was drawn in front of him, six with 6 rings, three with 8 rings, and one with 3 rings.

He urged shyly, "You try?"

Shui Miaomiao spread his hands and said, "Just give me ten bullets."

Song Yu's taunting skills were full: "Can you reload?"

Shui Miaomiao took the bullet and walked to another target: "I'm afraid you will say I missed the target, so I decided to leave 10 holes in it."

The right index finger and thumb picked up a bullet, pretended to aim it in front of his eyes, and threw it out.

Song Yu laughed endlessly: "Do you think you are making a martial arts movie?"

Shui Miaomiao ignored him and quickly threw out the remaining nine bullets.

Luo Zheng stood behind her, pressed the switch, and moved the target over.

There is a hole in the bullseye.

Surrounding the hole on the bull's eye, nine holes appeared neatly, and even the distances between them were almost exactly the same.

Song Yu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, opened them for a look, rubbed his eyes again, and howled, "What the hell is a human?"

(End of this chapter)