Intellectual retardation system: Even ancestors are afraid of crazy criticizers and gossip lovers

Song Zhoucheng thought that his boss would imitate them repeatedly, but he didn't.

The boss nodded directly with satisfaction.

A group of people left, leaving him alone, but the boss had no intention of leaving.

"There are quite a few rooms here, do you want to stay?" Yan Li smiled with a friendly expression.

Song Zhoucheng felt that if he stayed here for one night, there would be a new patient in the mental hospital the next day.

The last expression on his face disappeared, he got in the car, closed the door, lowered the window and said, "Goodbye, boss."

The car started and left this bizarre place in no time.

As for the boss's safety alone, forget it, a woman who was unscathed despite bullets and bullets was just lucky enough to kill a bad guy.

What's more, Shu Yue said: Xiao Li can challenge a group of people alone.

Yan Pingan said: It hurts when the boss hits someone, but He Rui has no ability to resist in front of the boss.

Song Zhoucheng knew He Rui. After all, he was the royal beater. Every employee who entered the Eighteenth Company had to talk to her. Of course, he must be able-bodied. Others would watch.

Manager Yan calls it 'exercising', but in reality it is just to take a beating for a period of time. It is purely a gangster's thinking.

Yan Ping'an: Let me tell you, a few years ago I was a little gangster...

Everyone: We talk to new employees every time they come. You are so proud!

Song Zhoucheng felt that the other party didn't think there was a problem at all, and that it didn't matter if they were gangsters. There was no need for dozens of people to discuss business.

There is no business to talk about. The company's employees are just consumers wherever they go, and they are all being looked after by others.

On the contrary, those villains who are difficult to deal with will definitely be more scoundrels than others once they are gone.

Song Zhoucheng thinks there are advantages.

I lament that the boss has a big structure.

Big things go all the way, and small things are just right for them.

It’s just that the boss’s hobbies are so unique that every employee can bear them.

You don’t dare to follow suit. After all, who watches horror movies as a comedy variety show? The ghost suddenly appears, the protagonist screams and runs away, but the boss smiles so happily.

What's so funny about it?

This is something that all employees cannot understand, no matter how brave they are, they cannot understand it.

You say you are a good little girl, why is she so... perverted!

The area around the [-]th floor at night was like hell on earth, even a fly passing by would have to take a detour.

The evil map specifically lets people take this road. Who makes this road wide?

The driver kept getting worse and worse.

The street lights began to change color from bright white, becoming more and more green, and getting darker and weirder.

"The Wicked Map reminds you that you have entered Huangquan Road, please go straight."

"..."

The driver thought he might be dreaming. Otherwise, he was still in reality just now, so why would he suddenly end up in hell? Or he would die without knowing it.

When I think of the gate of hell, I receive a reminder of the evil map.

"Go straight, please go right at the next intersection, Guimenguan."

The driver watched the building getting closer and closer, forgetting to even turn around.

As it gets closer and closer, the driver's CPU stops running, his mental construction has been completed, and the whole person feels uncomfortable.

They come, the security.

He also lamented that even after death, there is still a car to drive, and there is still a map of evil in the underworld.

Then he turned right, and the lights became brighter and brighter. After walking for a long time, no matter what the ghost, there was no car in sight.

Until I saw the lights of the city.

The driver’s first thought: Could it be the legendary Fengdu?

Second thought: The underworld is the same as when we were alive.

Third thought: Ghosts are the same as humans.

After a long time, the driver realized that he was still alive.

I'm glad I followed the rules and didn't crash into the bumper cars.

It's okay if you are brave, but if you are timid, this will scare you away.

As the embodiment of justice... pull out your phone.

Then Yanli was complained.

She hasn't received a complaint yet, but she has received a notice that that section of the road is closed to navigation.

Song Zhoucheng, who came to pick him up the next day, stopped the car and looked at the row of roadblocks at the intersection. He thought a bad guy had entered the [-]th floor and was frightened, or maybe the boss had scared him.

I thought a lot and finally called to confirm.

"Boss, the intersection is blocked. What happened to you inside?"

After confirming that nothing was wrong, he brought a roadblock and drove the car inside.

When the boss got on the bus, he couldn't help but asked out of curiosity: "Boss, why was it suddenly closed?"

Yanli buckled his seat belt and said nonchalantly: "Oh, a car came in last night, and then he reported my construction to the underworld. He is really discerning."

"Ha ha……"

Song Zhoucheng smiled awkwardly and mourned for the driver: What a misfortune.

"Don't you think it's hellish?"

Song Zhoucheng thought about the correct answer to this question and replied: "Same as the underworld."

"Yes, you are also very discerning."

Song Zhoucheng: Boss, just be happy and don’t care about our lives.

"Where is the boss going?"

"Let's go to the park. There are many people in the park."

Many people?Song Zhoucheng was confused and sent him to the park.

Only when I arrived in Yanli did I realize that the parks here are different from those in Licheng.

Licheng mainly focuses on leisure, and Jingshi mainly focuses on leisure.

The two have different leisure activities. Licheng is simply lazy and just sits wherever there is.

In leisure time in Beijing, everyone is doing Tai Chi, and more people use sports equipment than young people.

But this is not difficult for Yan Li.

After searching for a long time, she finally found a baby progress bar, a super cute baby.

A chubby pancake in a stroller.

She spotted the person squatting in front of her, blinked her big eyes, looked at him for a long time, and tentatively said, "Huh?"

Yanli: "Huh?"

"Abba..."

"Abba..."

"Aba Aba..."

"Aba Aba..."

Everyone thought Yanli was playing with the children.

Even the parents of the child thought so, and the child they recognized was always looking at her and seemed to like her, so they didn't stop her.

And Yanli's progress has been +1+1+1+1...

In the end, the little cutie was tired and sighed at a young age.

Yanli finally let her go and looked for the child again.

Everyone is sure that she likes children.

"Wow~" A child looked at his passing sister with shining eyes and took the initiative to say hello.

He didn't know that there was a price to pay, but he didn't know that at this time he shouted ignorantly: "Sister."

Yan Li smiled very gently and repeated: "Sister."

"Well, sister."

"Well, sister."

"Sister, let's play." The little boy held out the small shovel of friendship.

Yanli took it skillfully, she was familiar with this, and repeated: "Sister, let's play."

Then she dug a big hole in the sand amid the little biscuit's exclamations.

"Wow……"

"Wow……"

Yanli didn't even know what embarrassment was, so he kept talking like a child.

Then the children gathered around. They said something and Yanli repeated it.

Parents don't think she is learning to speak, after all, she repeats herself.

Everyone praised in their hearts: What a patient young lady.

The end result is that the children in the park talked all day long and no longer wanted to talk when they got home.

Yan Li: Please call me a biscuit negotiator.