Marry into a wealthy family if you don't pay well

Zheng Ning was stunned and couldn't recover for a long time.

The sense of oppression from this man is real, like some kind of murderous desperado, a wanted criminal pursued across the country.

To put it a bit more exaggerated, the hands holding the chopsticks were even stained with blood, and they would mercilessly stab the chopsticks into her throat.

He really dared to do it - this was the only thought left in Zheng Ning's mind.

"But... Even if you think about it, I don't have that interest." Yan Shaoqian took a step back, the murderous aura on his body was gone, and he looked at the buns that fell on the ground with some pity, "Because people like you let me go I don't want to go to jail."

This era is really troublesome. Not only murder is illegal, but intentional injury will also be punished.

"You..." Zheng Ning broke out in cold sweat, and took several steps back, "Madman, what the hell are you?"

"Things? I'm not, you are." Yan Shaoqian looked calm, walked towards her unhurriedly, and reached out to her waist, "After all, you are lemon essence."

Zheng Ning wanted to dodge subconsciously: "What are you doing!"

Yan Shaoqian took out a meal card from her pocket and waved it in front of her eyes: "What do you think I'm going to do? Of course I want you to pay me for the steamed stuffed bun—don't think that everyone calls me brother, so you should too." My brother, I am really older than you——Sister Zheng, do you think you are attractive and let me do something to you?"

Zheng Ning gritted her teeth: "...Say less money!"

Yan Shaoqian took her meal card, went to the window to buy two drawers of steamed stuffed buns again, returned to his seat under everyone's strange eyes, and continued to eat so calmly.

This farce attracted the attention of everyone in the cafeteria, but no one dared to fight.Zheng Ning poked at the side with a face of dissatisfaction, probably feeling that she had lost face.

"I said, are you sick?" Someone at the desk finally couldn't help but ask, it was a male colleague, "What does it matter to you whether Brother Yan works the night shift? He didn't find you when he found someone to replace him, did he? It’s really nosy when you’re full.”

Zheng Ning immediately turned her finger on him, and counterattacked without thinking: "I'm meddling in my own business? Why don't you tell me why he doesn't work the night shift? Why are you willing to do it?"

Another colleague said: "Why are you reluctant? Do you think it is a free shift? The same working hours, but a few fewer day shifts and a few more night shifts, can earn a few hundred dollars more. We are happy to make this money. What's wrong with you?"

After Zheng Ning finished listening, she turned to Yan Shaoqian with a look of surprise on her face: "Find someone else to replace the shift and pay back the money? How much is your monthly salary?"

"...Elder Sister, can you manage it?" Yan Shaoqian couldn't bear it anymore, he finished those buns at the speed of light, and wiped out the tofu brain in the bowl in one gulp, "Even if I can't make ends meet, it doesn't matter to you."

Zheng Ning: "You are a pauper and you are still here to pretend to be a coward! If there is no Mr. Shen, what are you!"

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

pauper?

Yes, it is indeed quite poor, no house, no car, no savings, a whole "three noes" youth.

——that is, only 5% of Haichen Group's shares.

With Zheng Ning's meal card between his fingers, he tossed it casually, and the card brushed against her ear with a "swish" and was nailed straight into the wall behind her.

Zheng Ning trembled all over.

"Let me talk to you a little more reluctantly," Yan Shaoqian flashed in front of her, "You see we have been arguing here for so long, and no one came out to speak for you, don't you feel embarrassed?"

"..."

"Also," he put the phone back into his trouser pocket, "Your mother worked hard to raise you up alone, but you casually used her life to deceive your colleagues as a joke. With all due respect—you don't deserve to be a daughter at all."

After he finished speaking, he poured out the plate and left without looking back at Zheng Ning.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan," Wu Yu appeared out of nowhere, stepped forward and hugged his arm, and said mysteriously, "You are so powerful, what was the name of that move you just made? The legendary Xiao Li Fei Dao? How did you nail the meal card into the wall? I want to learn too."

Yan Shaoqian was so annoyed that he didn't want to talk to him at all, he just frowned and covered his mouth.

Probably because Zheng Ning disturbed him while eating, he started to feel nauseous again.

Wu Yu quickly noticed his abnormality: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"

"...It's nothing, maybe I ate a little too fast just now." Yan Shaoqian took out his phone and checked the time, "It's eight o'clock, it's time to go to work."

The phone was still on the screen where Shen Zhuo sent a message 10 minutes ago: [That Zheng Ning does have a single mother who has been divorced from her husband for many years and raised her daughter by herself. The relationship between mother and daughter is not bad.But she was at home all day yesterday, and there was no such thing as fainting and being sent to the hospital for emergency treatment]

He silently long pressed the message to delete it from the chat history.

The three most intolerable things in his life——

One, wasting food;

Second, being unfilial to parents;

Three, being unrighteous to friends.

Coincidentally, this Zheng Ning's "Precise Thunder Stepping" skill is probably full.

If it weren't for a society ruled by law...

Just as he was thinking of this, Wu Yu's words interrupted his train of thought: "Brother Yan, I am on shift today, and I just came out to have breakfast."

Yan Shaoqian: "..."

He forgot that not everyone always goes to the morning shift like him.

He waved at the other party and walked to the toll booth alone.

Wu Yu was about to go back to the dormitory, and sent a WeChat message as he walked: [Who the hell is Brother Yan, can normal people fly their meal cards into the wall casually? [picture]】

Through the network signal, this message was sent to Shen Jue's phone.

Today was also a day when I was stuck on the way to work. Shen Jue opened the photo suspiciously and found that it was a wall - a meal card was deeply inserted into the wall, and there were cracks on the wall.

Shen Zhuo: "..."

This is what his bamboo horse brother did?

Unbelievable was written all over his face, and he gave the other party a question mark.

Wu Yu: [Just now in the cafeteria, Brother Yan and Zheng Ning got into an argument and almost fought]

Shen Jue: [Then? 】

Wu Yu: [Then Brother Yan and a few colleagues scolded Zheng Ning back together. She looks very ugly now, so she shouldn't dare to find fault again]

Shen Ju fell silent.

It seems that Yan Shaoqian is doing well at the toll booth, at least he is popular, and if something goes wrong, he will help.

Wu Yu: [Brother Yan is really hurt, he actually called Zheng Ning older than him, she should be dying of anger now [laughing and crying]]

Shen Jue's expression became a little strange.

I always feel something is not right.

His family said that Shaoqian was originally a bad-spoken person, the worst at arguing with people, and not very good at handling interpersonal relationships, but since he "resurrected from the dead", everything seems to be reversed.

Shen Jue frowned, feeling that the hypnotic self-comfort could not make him ignore this change.

It would be a bit outrageous to say that a person escaped from death with a change of heart and can explain it, but the force value also increased along with it.

He still remembers the time when he teased him too much, he overturned him, and almost pushed him into the floor.

And now, how much wrist strength does it take to fly the meal card into the wall?

This is actually something that his family can do with so little money?

The more Shen Zhuo thought about it, the more incredible he felt, and he sent a message to Wu Yu: 【What else did he say? 】

Wu Yu: [[Recording.mp4]]

Wu Yu: [I was afraid that Zheng Ning would make trouble, just in case I left a recording as evidence, but in the end nothing happened, the recording has not been deleted, you can listen to it, but I am far away and the recording is not very clear]

Shen Zhuo hesitated for a moment, but saved the recording and plugged in the earphones to play it.

The traffic flow began to move, and after three rounds of waiting at the red light at this intersection, the assistant finally drove the car out.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Shen Jue. When the CEO arrives at the company depends on his mood, and whether he wants to be stuck in traffic on the road also depends on his mood - Mr. Shen is busy listening to the recording and has no time to do anything else.

The recording is indeed not very clear, but the "conversation" between Yan Shaoqian and Zheng Ning can be roughly heard clearly.

After listening to Shen Jue, she had only one thought—it was really hurtful and completely merciless.

Of course, it was Zheng Ning who was looking for trouble first.

Resisting the urge to clean up this vexatious woman, he turned the progress bar back and heard a strange sentence by accident.

In the audio, Yan Shaoqian said: "Even if I can't make ends meet, it doesn't matter to you."

penny...

Shouldn't it be normal to say "a penny" or "a dime"?

An unbelievable idea suddenly popped up in Shen Zhuo's mind.

Could it be... is it him?

If it is "he", it would make sense to use "one penny".

The skyrocketing force value also makes sense.

But then he denied himself again—this idea was too crazy to be possible.

That person died a long time ago, but luckily he died at his hands, if that person really came to this world, he must hate him to death, how could he allow him to dance around under his nose?

...Although he was wronged for accidentally killing him.

Shen Juo collected himself, and expelled this terrible thought from his mind, thinking that he must have not woken up in the morning and was still sleepwalking.

What a penny, it must be a penny, because the words are illegible and the audio is distorted.

"Mr. Shen, actually I have something I wanted to tell you all the time." The assistant didn't notice the change in his expression, and said on his own, "But I said it, and I was afraid of being fired by you."

Shen Zhuoxin said, aren't you sick? He frowned in a not-so-beautiful mood: "Say."

The assistant was cautious: "Don't you think that you are monitoring Mr. Yan's behavior like a...pervert?"

Shen Jue: "Where am I perverted? If he didn't have suicidal tendencies, I wouldn't monitor him. Moreover, I didn't ask Wu Yu to record the audio."

"...Okay," the assistant said helplessly, "but I've always wanted to ask you, do you really like Mr. Yan?"

Shen Jue frowned even tighter: "Why did this...why did you say that?"

"According to what I've observed over the past few days," the assistant coughed, as if he had made up his mind, "You don't like that."

"What's that called?"

"You're greedy for him!"

"...?"

"You are a jerk!"

"??"