The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

The bright sun fell on the sea, sparkling with waves.

Meng Busan looked at the clear water under his feet, but did not respond.

He held the slender cigarette rod, put the cigarette holder in his mouth, took a light puff, then raised his head slightly, facing the sky, and slowly exhaled the thin smoke.

The thin misty smoke is dyed into a golden veil under the scorching sun, and the bright sunlight pokes at this touch of golden veil from time to time, making it lighter and weaker until it melts into the air.

He watched the smoke slowly disappear before his eyes.

The person behind whispered again, "Mother."

Meng Busan prevented himself from pursing the corners of his mouth secretly, so he held his cigarette holder in his mouth and said lazily, "Whose mother are you calling?"

"Your mother is not me."

His falsetto is languid and sluggish with a mature woman.

The voice of the person behind paused, and it took a while before it slowly sounded, "No matter what, you are my mother and my father's wife."

Meng Busan chuckled lightly.

"What did you come to me for? Huh?"

His ending sound was raised slightly, as if spinning on the tip of his tongue.

The person behind said slowly: "I'm worried about my mother, so I came to have a look."

"worry about me?"

With one hand across his chest and a long pipe in the other, Meng Busan turned slightly sideways and glanced at the visitor with a smile.

The person who came was tall and straight, wearing a gray suit, and was staring at him seriously.

His eyes are piercing, and although he speaks politely, his eyes are sharp.

Is he a cheap son set up by Mrs. Lan?

According to the content of the mission, it can be seen that there is not only one heir son.

Meng Busan stared at him with a half-smile, then put the cigarette holder to his mouth, and took a light puff.

The straight man lowered his head and was also silently looking at him.

Meng Busan hooked his fingers at him.

The man lifted his trousers, and slowly squatted down beside her.

Meng Busan supported the wooden floor with one hand, and slowly approached.

He parted his red lips slightly, and exhaled smoke into the man's face.

Meng Busan looked at him calmly.

The man's face was covered with smoke, but he still stared at Meng Busan intently, all the muscles in his body were tense, but the expression on his face was extremely calm.

Meng Busan smiled sweetly, "It's not right that you pay so much attention to me, could it be..."

Meng Busan approached a little more coquettishly.

The man stood up, "Mother, are you sunburned? I'll take you back to your room to rest."

Meng Busan looked at him with a cigarette holder in his mouth, "Okay, then trouble my precious son."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand towards the man.

The man bowed slightly and took Meng Busan's hand.

Meng Busan followed his strength and stood up, feeling the calluses on the man's palm with his fingers calmly.

Because the time on the testers in the arena is frozen, their physical condition is the same as they are in reality, and most of the people who come in are ordinary people in reality, and most of the calluses on their hands are caused by holding the pen. The NPCs in the proving grounds are different, especially if they are sons with this identity background.

Meng Busan raised his eyebrows at the man, "My son... you are really filial."

man:"……"

I always feel like I've been taken advantage of.

After the man helped Meng Busan up, he naturally withdrew his hand, and his eyes stayed on the green dragon on Meng Busan's arm for a while.

Meng Busan didn't shy away from it, and let him watch.

"Is this the way you look at your mother?"

The man slowly looked away, nodded slightly, and said coldly: "Anyway, father is gone again."

"Oh? Then you..." Meng Busan rushed to climb up, leaning on him enchantingly.

The man took several steps back immediately, "Mother, this is a public place."

Meng Busan pursed his lips and smiled, "But there is no one else here."

The man "Ceng Ceng Ceng" took another three steps back, all the way back into the room.

Meng Busan pursed his lips and smiled, and calmly walked past the stiff man.

She stood at the door and asked sideways, "Go, why don't you go."

The man touched the sweat on his face and gave a cold "hmm".

He thought to himself: The one who is so angry can only be an NPC, right?Wouldn't it be so dishonest without a tester?

If it's an NPC, he doesn't have to be so defensive, and he can make good use of her to figure out who his other brothers are by the way.

Moreover, his actions with the NPC should not arouse other people's suspicion. You can take a good look at the resort and see where he should take refuge once the typhoon comes.

The man followed behind Meng Busan and quickly looked around.

Meng Busan stopped walking, and stopped at the souvenir shop.

The man said impatiently, "Mom, hurry up."

Meng Busan said slowly: "What's the hurry? A man can't be too fast."

man:"……"

His face turned black and then red.

When Meng Busan was looking down at the souvenirs, he saw the man's increasingly impatient expression through a makeup mirror.

He crossed his arms, looked at the sea for a while, and looked at the house where the resort lived.

It was obvious that he was in a hurry.

Probably because no one knows when the typhoon will come, so buying time becomes extremely important.

Meng Busan gave a low laugh.

"Huh? Mr. Shang Jia, are you here for vacation too?" A passionate voice sounded.

The man immediately turned his head to look over.

Meng Busan didn't look back, but just took a peek with the makeup mirror.

The man who greeted the man was a short and fat man, wearing a colorful shirt and big pants, with a gold chain around his neck and an expensive watch on his wrist. He looked like a nouveau riche vacationing.

The man froze for a moment, staring at him without speaking.

The fat boss smiled, "Haha, it's still very relaxing here, the sea is clear and the environment is good...Mr. Shang Jia?"

Only then did the man playing "Shang Jia" come to his senses, nodded and said, "Well, that's true."

The fat boss wiped his face, and immediately changed into a sad expression, "I've heard about your father."

Shang Jia gave an "hmm".

Fat Boss: "People cannot be resurrected after death, please forgive me."

Business A: "Yes."

The fat boss took a step forward and whispered: "Then... has your father's property been inherited by anyone?"

Shang Jia's eyes flashed, and he said calmly: "Not yet, father's lawyer invited us to discuss here."

Fat Boss: "So that's how it is."

Shang A: "Have you seen my other brothers?"

Fat Boss: "So I wasn't dazzled. I seemed to see your brother just now, but he seemed to be busy and ran away from the beach in a hurry."

Shang Jia whispered, "So it's like this... I don't know which brother of mine it is?"

"Oh, it's the youngest in your family... the one who always causes trouble!"

"If you want me to say, you should inherit the merchant's property, and your two younger brothers are not as capable as you."

Shang A: "Oh, thank you for your good words."

The fat boss patted Shang A's arm and said with a smile, "If you need help, just tell me, I'm definitely on your side."

Business A: "Thank you."

"Oh, by the way, let me introduce you."

Shang Jia pressed Meng Busan who was bending over to look at the small gift, "This is my mother..."

Meng Busan turned his head, with a forbearing and sad expression, and nodded slightly to the fat boss, "Hello."

The fat boss froze for a moment, "Didn't your mother... Oh!"

He realized something and looked back at Meng Busan carefully.

This time, he met Meng Busan's eyes.

Meng Busan showed him a gentle and sad smile.

The fat boss froze for a moment.

Meng Busan slowly stretched out his hand.

He immediately grasped it with both hands and would not let go.

He looked at Meng Busan, and said in a daze: "I really didn't expect it... Ah, no, I should have thought of it a long time ago, no wonder! No wonder!"

Meng Busan frowned, his eyes were red with embarrassment.

Then, he turned his head and gave Shang Jia a hard look.

Shang Jia subconsciously took a step forward, grabbed the hand of the fat boss, and freed the "mother"'s hand.

Meng Bu took a few steps back and grabbed his wrist.

Shang Jia glanced at it and found that there was a slight red mark on it.

Shang A: What a fragile little mother NPC!

This proving ground is really enough!Why did she find herself a mother for no reason!Fortunately, there are two other people who have to suffer the same pain as him. I really hope that those two "brothers" are also testers, so that he can be more psychologically balanced.

The fat boss smiled and said, "Sorry, sorry, it's because your mother is so charming."

The corner of Shang Jia's mouth twitched.

Although what he said was true, he always felt that there was something weird about it.

The fat boss said hello again and left.

Shang Jia looked at the "little mother" who still bowed her head and said nothing.

He scratched his neck, stumbled and said, "You, are you okay?"

Meng Busan shook his head slowly, then, with red eyes, he ran away without looking back.

Shang A subconsciously wanted to chase after him, but was stopped by the salesman.

"What are you doing?" He looked indifferent, and he didn't want to talk to this ordinary NPC at all.

The salesperson rolled his eyes and said with a smirk, "Customer, your mother hasn't paid for the goods yet."

Shang A: "She's not my mother!"

The salesperson said "Who are you lying to?"

Shang Jia rubbed his cheeks, "All right, isn't it just payment!"

His current status is the young master of a rich family, so he will not be unable to pay.

He hurriedly chased after "little mother", rummaging over his body with his hands, but there was no money in his clothes, not only no cash, he didn't even have a bank card.

Go fuck the young master!What kind of young master is this whose pocket is cleaner than his face!

Shang Jia stopped his movements a little bit.

The smile on the salesperson's face also slowly disappeared.

She folded her arms and said with a sneer, "Could it be a bad guy?"

Business A: "..."

Grass!

Got scammed!

The author has something to say: the plot will continue to be written later, and I will change the previous settings little by little QAQ

I would like to reiterate here that the purpose of this article is positive. There are partners who accompany Meng Busan out of the trough, cure his illness, and finally achieve happiness.

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感谢在2020-07-0702:22:06~2020-07-0818:11:20期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who cast the rocket launcher: 1 Civil Affairs Bureau, No. 1, District 1;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: 1 Civil Affairs Bureau, No. 1, District 1;

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 3710 bottles; 4 bottles of dyeing night; 1 bottle of QAQ;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!