After the system became a teddy bear, the roommate took a fancy to it

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After closing Mohu, Zhao Huayuan let out a long sigh.

"What's wrong with Minister Zhao? It's been like this all morning?" A passing colleague asked with concern.

Zhao Huayuan rubbed the center of his brows, said with a headache, "I didn't sleep well last night, and I've been a little troubled recently."

"Damn, it's the same as being a worker. When you get married, you will have more things to do," a colleague comforted him: "I just saw a buddy was kicked out of the room by his wife when I was on XX. Isn't it more pitiful than us? I let him Going to buy durians, I don’t know what the result will be tonight.”

Zhao Huayuan showed an expression that couldn't be more subtle.

During the regular meeting on Monday, their accident-prone company ushered in new changes.

This time, President Qin's secretary changed.

It was no longer the gentle and glamorous female secretary before, but a tall and...

Describe a wretched man.

The man was nearly two meters tall. When he lowered his head and entered the multimedia room from under the door, he set off the colleagues sitting around him like a circle of small mushrooms under a big tree.

Wearing a white vest, Hawaiian blue shorts, and flip-flops in winter, the yellow plastic rope on the slippers strangles the red socks into two parts, one less and the other more, looking ready to participate in the rustic fashion show at the entrance of the village at any time.

With a wooden stick in his mouth and stubble on his chin, he raised his hand to greet his colleagues: "Yo."

Colleagues were all shocked.

Employees of film and television companies tend to dress uninhibitedly. Some of you here are wearing Lolita, some are wearing Hanfu, some are wearing kimonos, and some are wearing eagles on their shoulders. The secretary is shocking.

Because this is President Qin's secretary!

Mr. Qin is notoriously fond of beauties!

The new secretary... No matter how you look at it, she doesn't match up with a beauty.

The key point is that Mr. Qin seems very satisfied with him: "Let us welcome Master Wang... Cough, no, Secretary Wang." Then he took the lead in applauding.

Colleagues applauded inexplicably.

Secretary Wang accepted it calmly, raised his hand, and pointed at Zhao Huayuan: "You, come out with me later."

Bossing around to the person in charge of the department, as if he is the president and Qin Yu next to him is the secretary.

Qin Yu was not angry at all, but echoed, "Minister Zhao, you can go out with him later, okay, let's have a meeting."

During the meeting, Secretary Wang neither takes notes nor serves the president, but sits in the chair like an old man and chews the small wooden stick in his mouth. Coupled with his striking appearance and unpretentious dressing style, he looks like a construction site supervisor.

He didn't care what he said to everyone, he just stared at Minister Zhao the whole time, like a wolf staring at its prey.

Zhao Huayuan also felt the sight of his research and remained expressionless.

As soon as the meeting was over, Secretary Wang kicked his pocket with his left hand, threw the stick in his mouth into the trash can farthest from the door with his right hand, and said to Zhao Huayuan carelessly: "Minister Zhao, please?"

The colleagues around looked at Minister Zhao with some concern.

After all, Secretary Wang's aura didn't look like he was going to ask someone to talk, but rather that he was here to seek revenge.

Zhao Huayuan frowned: "Okay."

The two did not go to the meeting room, but walked outside the company.

When he was about to walk into the corridor, Zhao Huayuan asked, "Are you resistant to the cold, or are you not sensitive to the season?"

The tall man in front casually hammered down the wall, as if testing the thickness of the wall: "None of your business."

Zhao Huayuan glanced at the slightly concave marks on the wall: "Are you strong, or are you not skilled in controlling power?"

This time Secretary Wang turned his head: "Why are you [-] fucking? Go in."

To the left of the secretary is a hidden corridor, dark and narrow.

Zhao Huayuan stopped, his eyes darkened: "Aren't you human?"

For some reason, he vaguely felt that the secretary's aura was very different from that of ordinary people, very abrupt.

"His grandma's." The man who was questioned three times smiled wickedly, reached out his hand unexpectedly, pinched Zhao Huayuan's shoulder, and threw him directly into the corridor.

This rough pull made Zhao Huayuan's right arm scrape heavily over the thin edge of the iron door, causing a burning pain in his shoulder. The man used such force that Zhao Huayuan passed by, but the door was still shaking, and the thin edge could not move. A part is bent regularly.

Zhao Huayuan knocked his head against the wall, his mind buzzing and trembling.

Before he could catch his breath, the man pushed forward, his muscular forearm pressed against his neck, the man stretched out two fingers to pinch Zhao Huayuan's chin, and breathed coldly across his face: "Grass, this Small face, no wonder Xuanlong is rare."

"It's good enough for a ball, but not for a fart."

"Still asking online, do you know why your wife kicked you out? I'll tell you the truth, your wife's life is about to die, and you both have to finish playing. He's so worried that he's about to lose his head in the house."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Huayuan's throat was pressed, he had difficulty breathing, and his voice trembled.

"What else could it mean?" The man sneered, "Don't you know this best? Since your birth, the people who died beside you can't be counted on two hands, right?"

"Who do you think they died for?"

Zhao Huayuan's pupils dilated suddenly: "You..."

However, halfway through Zhao Huayuan's words, a hand appeared from the side. With a strong wind, that hand fell on the face of the man in front of him like a shot. Zhao Huayuan watched the man's entire facial features from eyes to nose being squeezed to the left. From head to toe, it flew diagonally towards the trash can.

"Qisheng!" Zhao Huayuan gained the freedom to breathe, and hurriedly called out to the person who appeared suddenly.

There was a series of sparks crackling in the corridor, and gray smoke came out from all the cameras.

The fire iron door suddenly closed, turning the corridor into a more claustrophobic space.

The person who was shouted didn't respond to him, he just pushed the two-meter-tall man into the trash can, raised a fire extinguisher at some point in his hand, aimed at the head of the person below him, and started smashing it. The sound of violent beating and the struggling whimper of being beaten.

This is really beating to death.

Looking at this scene, Zhao Huayuan was secretly terrified.

Only then did he know that when Qisheng usually fights with him, it is indeed not even a drizzle.

When he got angry, he was really cruel enough to kill someone.

From this angle, I couldn't see how Secretary Wang was beaten, but after a dozen blows, most of the fire extinguisher was deflated, and his sleeve was covered with blood.

It's over if someone dies!

Zhao Huayuan hurried up to pull him: "Qisheng! Qisheng! Stop!"

"Get out!" 422 scolded him with red eyes.

Secretary Wang's upper body was buried in the rubbish dump. A bucket of half-empty instant noodles was thrown on his head. There were blood stains, oil stains, and banana peels on his white vest. His head was strangely dented. The pit was bloody and bloody, and the eye sockets and the eyeballs inside were swollen. When 422 stopped, he opened his mouth and spat out blood: "Fuck, beating people is still so hard..."

422 looked at Zhao Huayuan, who was intact to one side, and was still afraid in his heart, afraid that if he came a little late, he would disappear.

He picked up the man's white vest, pulled his entire upper body up, and said with ice in his voice, "Say, who sent you here."

"I still employ people." Secretary Wang snorted.

Another fist fell from the sky.

"Xuanlong! Don't fucking give you two points of face, and I'll get on top!" Secretary Wang stretched out his hand, and firmly received the attack.

Zhao Huayuan's heart skipped a beat.

Secretary Wang is nearly two meters away, no matter how good Qisheng can fight, if the other party is serious, it will be difficult.

But judging from the tone of Secretary Wang's words just now, it doesn't seem like there is any enmity with him, but it seems to have a relationship.

He took Qisheng's arm and inserted himself between the two of them: "Secretary Wang, you called me here to fight? Can you just say it openly if you have something to say? What are you talking about?"

Secretary Wang was so angry that his "girl chirping" made his face even more ferocious: "You little boy, still have the nerve to call me old man?"

422 raised his leg and kicked: "Say it again."

Zhao Huayuan glanced at Qisheng, his heart beating wildly.

He had never seen Qisheng like this, such a murderous and domineering Qisheng who could tear people apart just by looking at him.

It was so sexy that his brain congested and his heart convulsed.

But he didn't care about his heartbeat at this time, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he pressed Qisheng's shoulder: "Don't do anything, Secretary Wang, what are you here for?"

"Grass," Secretary Wang put on the slippers that fell on the ground in the chaos, shook off the melon seed shells on the sticky shoes with his feet, and said angrily, "Do you think your mistress intends to stop?"

Zhao Huayuan said to Qi Sheng in a deep voice, "Qi Sheng."

The other party gave him a cold look, and withdrew his fist and the hand that was holding Secretary Wang's vest.

He didn't bother with the title of "mistress", almost acquiescing to his relationship with him.

Knowing that now is not the time to be happy, Zhao Huayuan still felt a burst of hidden joy in his heart.

He maintained a serious and calm expression, pushed the two of them away, and said to Secretary Wang, "Go ahead."

"Grass, the dog bit Lu Dongbin." The noodle soup was all over his head, and Secretary Wang threw away the hair that was still wrapped in instant noodles, and flushed his bald head under the faucet in the men's toilet.

Looking at the horrible face in the mirror, he cursed and said, "Xuanlong, are you sick?"

"I'm not Xuanlong." 422 said indifferently as he was being stalked by Zhao Huayuan and wiping the blood on his hands.

"You are so stupid, you have been pretending to be a grandson in the main space for so long," Secretary Wang said with a 300% probability of using dirty words. There are so many sentences, and none of them is not swearing: "You don't have to hide it from me, what are you doing?" I don't know."

"You know shit." 422 glanced at him: "Who the hell are you?"

"I said you don't know, shit, you can hold back, I was going to sell the resources of both of you, but nothing happened," Secretary Wang scolded while repairing the smashed head: "You forced your partner I have to go to the toilet at night to solve it..."

Zhao Huayuan glared at him: "Get to the point."

Although he also knew that Qisheng had discovered about his own affairs, but it was still very unpleasant to be told so loudly.

"Is it you who peeped at me?" 422 asked coldly.

"Without me, you would have stabbed the bastard in the main space long ago, and you will return your bloody revenge." Secretary Wang put his disfigured face in front of 422: "Look, look, it's all about you!" Hit it! If you do it again, I will give you a confession right now!"