King Crazy Game

Lin Zicheng's finger holding the note moved slightly, an elusive smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he put it back, and picked up another one: Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes……

"Lin Zicheng, how about this gift?" Jiang Zhiyan raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing an imperceptible smile, revealing cunning and complacency.

"Just that?" Lin Zicheng put the note back and closed the safe. "Boss Jiang, I thought you understood me very well. What a pity. Compared to these, I would rather you give me some sexy clothes or a few bottles of good wine."

Lin Zicheng stood up and put his hands in his pockets, glancing at Jiang Zhiyan coldly: "Since President Jiang likes to collect these, then keep them well. If there is nothing else, I will leave. After all, there are still many things to do. I am not like President Jiang who has nothing to do but to dig up old scores."

"Lin Zicheng, do you think you can just walk away after doing these things to me?" Jiang Zhiyan suddenly stood up and smiled cruelly, "There are no surveillance cameras here, and no one knows what Master Lin has been through."

"Oh? Is that so~" Lin Zicheng raised the corners of his mouth with a hint of sneer, and his low voice was a bit morbid, "When I'm in a bad mood, do I have to do something painful? If I don't do something, I will probably always be in a bad mood."

Before Jiang Zhiyan's bodyguards could react, Lin Zicheng had already pulled out the soft sword from his belt, tilted his head, and smiled like a bloodthirsty King of Hell.

Inside the clean room, the scene was in chaos, the surrounding objects had been smashed to pieces, and the air was filled with blood and fear. Lin Zicheng's face and body were covered in other people's blood, and his fierce and delicate face made people shudder.

For the first time, Jiang Zhiyan experienced the "fear" rising from the soles of his feet and the desperate desire to "escape" from Lin Zicheng. He stood by the window with trembling legs, ready to jump out of the window and escape at any time, but Lin Zicheng did not give him the chance.

Before Jiang Zhiyan could see clearly, Lin Zicheng kicked him with a flying kick. There was a "crack" sound, which seemed to be the sound of a bone breaking. Jiang Zhiyan knelt in the corner with a "thump". The piercing pain made him bend his body, and there seemed to be a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

A pair of slender legs stood in front of him, looking down at him for a long time, and then grinned: "Boss Jiang, I reminded you in the reception room that day not to touch my people, why didn't you listen? It's not too much to make up for my fiancée's sadness with your chrysanthemum, but how dare you provoke me with these things? Do you think that six people, even if they can't kill me, can't make me restrain myself."

Jiang Zhiyan was almost unconscious from the pain at this time, but Lin Zicheng still made him feel scared, as if he was an insignificant ant in his hand, who could die if he moved a finger.

Lin Zicheng looked at him with disdain: "Boss Jiang, you should be thankful that I don't love human blood, otherwise you would be lying in a coffin now."

The door of the room opened, and Su Jianzhe saw Lin Zicheng covered in blood. He hurriedly wanted to see what was going on inside, but was stopped by Lin Zicheng's hand. His dark pupils still carried a bloodthirsty cruelty: "Take care of your people. This is the first time and the last time."

Su Jianzhe's heart trembled slightly and he nodded.

Shen Qingning had just finished the meeting when he received a call from Lin Zicheng.

"Shen's wife, how are you feeling?"

Lin Zicheng's tone was a little strange. If you say it was affectionate, it was full of love. If you say it was a little angry, Shen Qingning hadn't done anything recently.

"I feel good as long as I talk to you." Shen Qingning lowered his head slightly to hide the smile on his face and walked quickly towards the office, fearing that the company's employees would see him grinning foolishly.

In fact, the company’s employees had already figured it out. As long as Mr. Shen smiled happily, it meant that he was definitely answering Lin Zicheng’s call.

"Qingning, I love you."

Lin Zicheng said this without any preparation. Even though Shen Qingning had taken too much saccharin, he still stepped on empty air when he heard this. If it weren't for his long legs, he would have fallen flat on his face.

The two of them stayed together for a while, and just as they hung up the phone, the beautiful female receptionist walked into the office with a big bunch of Blue Roses.

"Boss Shen, these are the flowers Boss Lin sent you."

Shen Qingning looked at the bouquet of roses that was twice as wide as the one the female receptionist had given him. He thought there must be something wrong. For a moment he wondered if Lin Zicheng had done something sneaky behind his back and was about to call him to interrogate him.

The female receptionist added, "Mr. Shen, here is a handwritten note."

Shen Qingning immediately took the flowers, asked the receptionist to leave, and closed the door.

The light blue paper was filled with a faint rose scent, but the words on the paper looked familiar to Shen Qingning: If you stood in front of a mirror and held up 11 roses, you would see 12 of the most beautiful things in the world……

However, the matter was not over yet. Almost every half hour, a bunch of roses appeared in Shen Qingning's office, along with a note: If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden...

Shen Qingning realized that something was wrong and immediately grabbed his coat and rushed home.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lin Zicheng sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of black tea, sitting elegantly on the sofa, drinking and looking at him with approval: "Faster than I thought, Shen Jiao's wife, not bad."

Shen Qingning cleverly heard that Lin Zicheng had been waiting for him here for a long time. He quickly thought about his recent behavior and felt that he had not done anything that would damage his husband's morality. He did not hang out with Zhou Mushen and Qiu Zeyu, and even postponed the signing ceremony that he could avoid...

Combining Lin Zicheng's sudden act of sending flowers and the words on the paper, Shen Qingning couldn't help but shudder. Lin Zicheng was settling debts of love with him in the past.

"Zicheng, those were the mistakes I made when I was young and ignorant. I was wrong." Shen Qingning sat next to Lin Zicheng coquettishly, hooking her hands around his waist, and like a rabbit, she carefully scrutinized the corners of Lin Zicheng's mouth.

Lin Zicheng narrowed his peach blossom eyes, hooked his waist, and said with a smile: "Shen's wife, how many times have you done this kind of thing?"

Shen Qingning: "...Not many, just a few."

"Hmm?" Lin Zicheng pinched Shen Qingning's chin and raised his eyebrows, "Are there really only a few?"

Shen Qingning: "...I remember only a few, no more than ten."

"Oh..." Lin Zicheng dragged out the last word, smiled, and picked up Shen Qingning by the waist, like a carnivore picking up food in his mouth, returning with a full load, "It seems that if I want my wife Shen to forget those ten people, I still have a lot to do."