Frog has become a sperm

"He's your old man." Nan Zheng shook the wine glass lightly, looked at the swaying liquid inside, and said calmly.

Cheng Jin sneered sarcastically: "At best, he is a sperm provider."

Nan Zheng changed the subject: "How is the old man?"

Speaking of this, Cheng Jin's face became more serious, and he shook his head: "The doctor said that I'm afraid it's not very good."

"It's not because of the old man's body that he spreads his presence everywhere." Cheng Jin sneered: "It's true that the Cheng family will be inherited by him."

Haicheng is prosperous, and it is the leading metropolitan capital in China, with many wealthy families.

Nan, Shen, Jiang, and Cheng, the four great aristocratic families, are the centuries-old aristocratic families standing at the top of Haicheng.

Eight years ago, both the head of the Nan family and his wife were killed in a shipwreck. Grandpa Nan Zheng couldn't stand the blow and passed away. Shooting in the dark, shopping malls are like battlefields, killing people without blood, which shows the danger.

Cheng Jin's grandfather was in trouble in Nan Zheng's family. When Nan Zheng was still powerless, he helped several times. He and Cheng Jin were classmates. The Nan family had a firm foothold in Nan Zheng's hands. After going up to the first floor, it was said that the Patriarch of the Nan family was not easy to get close to, and he and the Cheng family were still somewhat close and friendly. Of course, the Cheng family here is the Cheng family of Grandpa Cheng Jin, and also the Cheng family of Cheng Jin. As for the others, they are not there. within range.

"Mr. Nan, it turns out that you are hiding here, so it's easy for people to find."

When Cheng Fang approached, he noticed Cheng Jin sitting beside Nan Zheng, the smile on his face froze.

Cheng Jin took a look at him. Today, he looks like a dog. No, he has always looked like a dog. When he saw the woman who was holding Cheng Fang's arm, his eyes suddenly turned cold.

"Vice President Cheng." Nan Zheng remained seated and didn't get up, just casually raised his wine glass.

Cheng Fang couldn't hold on to his smile.

'Vice President Cheng' Yes, he only has the false name of a vice president in Cheng's company, and his son Cheng Jin is the person in charge. Let him save his face as an old man, but even if he is so deliberately pointed out, Cheng Jin Fang didn't dare to express any dissatisfaction, who told him that he hadn't really inherited the Cheng family, so he could only hold back in front of the head of the Nan family.

"Haha." Cheng Fang laughed dryly, and pulled the woman beside him: "Mr. Nan, let me introduce you. This is my wife."

The woman next to Cheng Fang has a gentle temperament and a plump figure. She is a very attractive and beautiful woman. When Cheng Fang introduced her, she smiled at the right time and stretched out her hand: "Mr. , take the time to come to the banquet."

Nan Zheng nodded lightly: "Miss Shen." It seemed that he didn't see the outstretched hand.

The beautiful woman's smile froze, and she withdrew her hand in embarrassment.

Cheng Fang patted her hand reassuringly.

"I have to make a statement, the wife of the Cheng family, the hostess, before I got married, only my mother could bear this title." Cheng Jin stood up and straightened his coat.

Cheng Fang held his breath, worrying that he had no place to vent his worries. Cheng Jin would stand up now, and he immediately stared: "Cheng Jin, do you have a place to speak here?"

Cheng Jin raised his eyebrows: "I am the successor of the next Patriarch of the Cheng family. It would be perfect to talk to Patriarch Nan. Do you think it is Mr. Cheng?"

Cheng Fang was trembling with anger, and the beautiful woman beside him kept patting him comfortingly.

Cheng Jin looked tired, turned his head and said to Nan Zheng: "Mr. Nan, it's so stuffy here, why don't you find a place with fresh air."

Nan Zheng also had this intention.

Cheng Fang wanted to talk to Nan Zheng more, but seeing him get up and leave, he still didn't dare to stop him after hesitating for a few steps.

Today’s guazai has been away for a long time. I saw that there was no guazai in the house before. I remember that someone popularized science, and the guazai put food on the table before returning home. Maybe you can try it.

Thinking of Guai Zai, Nan Zheng was a little absent-minded, so he didn't pay attention to the front until a soft white body bumped into him.

"Ah, sorry—"

Nan Zheng's eyes darkened, and he raised his hand to push away, without any scruples, he pushed the figure that had just been pasted up to the point of staggering.

After the owner of the white figure stood still, he looked up at the man who pushed him away, bit his lip, walked over calmly, and apologized in a low voice: "I'm sorry, I accidentally bumped into you, I can compensate for the clothes .”

Nan Zheng's face was heavy, and he glanced at the front of his coat, which was stained with alcohol, as soon as he turned his footsteps, the woman in front of him was about to leave.

"Wait." The woman's slender and white hands grabbed the corner of the man's clothes.

Nan Zheng's eyes were cold, and he said in a low voice, "Let go!"

"...I can..." Clean it up for you.

When she came into contact with that cold gaze, Shen Zhen's heart trembled, she let go of her hand unconsciously, and at the same time quickly looked away.

"Boss." Hearing the movement, seeing that it was his own boss, Zhao Qin rushed over quickly.

Nan Zheng glanced at him, took off his coat, and threw it directly into his arms.

This was a somewhat rude behavior, but after he did it, there was a kind of wanton chic, the kind of aura that made everyone present shudder, and made Shen Zhen's eyes shine slightly.

"Don't look at him, he is the man you will never get." Cheng Jin squinted at her, and said contemptuously: "The way to seduce a man's idea is really learned [-]% from your mother, no .”

He clicked his tongue, admiringly: "It should be, blue out of blue and better than blue."

Shen Zhen: "You..."

Cheng Jin didn't have time to argue with her, so after a few stabs, he left contentedly.

Zhao Qin hugged the boss' coat, thinking about the boss's obsession with cleanliness, should he throw the clothes away or throw them away.

"Ah~"

"It seems that I've been so stunned by raising frogs recently that I've been hallucinating." Zhao Qin said to himself.

"Quack~"

Zhao Qin, who turned around and was about to leave, stopped, and slowly lowered his head. Unexpectedly, he met a pair of bright black eyes.

Looking at the small frog with its head sticking out from the pocket of the boss' coat, Zhao Qin twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely.

He knew that the boss had a special hobby recently, raising frogs and snails, but he didn't expect the boss to love him so much that he even brought frogs to the banquet. Is it true love?

"Little quack, the boss isn't here, I'll take you to find him." Zhao Qin didn't know why he was talking so seriously to a frog, probably because the frog's eyes were too spiritual.

After finishing speaking, Zhao Qin felt a little twitching, but the frog seemed to understand, and obediently retracted it into his pocket.

On weekdays, the boss treats his frogs like precious things. Zhao Qin, not to mention touching them, just wants to take a look and look for opportunities. Now the opportunity has come.

After holding back, he still couldn't hold back, stretched out his evil claws, grabbed the little frog out of his pocket, held it in his palm and squeezed it, it felt really good.

"Quack~~~"

The little frog squeaked.

Zhao Qin didn't feel well. The next moment, the little frog in his hand jumped vigorously, drawing a graceful arc in mid-air, and fell to the side of the long dining table...

"what--"

The sharp cry instantly resounded throughout the banquet hall!

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Quackozi walks two lines as a whole, one is that Quackozi connects various comic worlds, and the other is the line between the hero and the real world.

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