Villain, Please Go Easy on Me

The next day, Feng Xinglang was processing documents in the office.

The secretary knocked on the door, hesitated to speak.

Feng Xinglang frowned, and said impatiently: "Say!"

The secretary bit her lip, "President, let's go down and have a look."

Feng Xinglang got up and walked out, his tall figure was wrapped in a cold chill.

As soon as the elevator door opened, the strong scent of roses made Feng Xinglang's face darken.

He stepped out of the elevator with his slender legs, but found that there was nowhere to get his feet off.

Because the place other than the elevator is full of roses of various colors.

Holding a card at the front desk, crossing the sea of ​​flowers, he said tremblingly to Feng Xinglang who was exuding a terrifying aura, "President, this is from Young Master Su, and there is this card."

Feng Xinglang didn't answer, his tone was so cold that he could freeze people into ice sculptures, "Where is he?"

The front desk swallowed, and cautiously replied: "Outside the door."

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "3 minutes."

The front desk quickly responded, "Yes, President!"

Before Feng Xinglang walked out the door, the front desk immediately asked someone to hurry up and deal with all the roses within 3 minutes, otherwise they would all have to finish playing.

Outside the door, Su Bei was wearing a small royal blue suit, leaning against the red sports car as if he had no bones.

With a cigarette dangling from his mouth, he smelled like a dandy all over his body.

Looking at Su Bei who looked like this, Feng Xinglang frowned even deeper, "Pinch it."

Su Bei looked at Feng Xinglang who suddenly appeared in front of him, was stunned, and quickly extinguished the cigarette.

Then he said with a flattering face: "I don't know what color roses you like, so I bought some."

Anyway, this body has money, spend it as you like.

Feng Xinglang turned around and left. After walking a few steps, he found that Su Bei hadn't followed.

There was a hint of hostility between his brows, "Follow!"

As soon as Su Bei heard it, he followed up, "748, do you think this is progress?"

"Hey, I still have a talent for strategies."

The system responded with one word, "Oh."

However, from this word, Su Bei heard three points of ridicule and seven points of disdain.

Too much.

The roses in the lobby have been completely cleaned up. I have to say that the efficiency of a large company is high.

Su Bei followed Feng Xinglang to the office, and suddenly felt a little timid, "I wonder if I can invite Mr. Feng to dinner?"

Feng Xinglang turned his head, the anger between his brows became more serious, "Go and rinse your mouth."

Su Bei smacked his mouth, does his mouth stink?Why gargle.

Just as he was complaining, Feng Xinglang grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into the bathroom.

Somewhat rudely, he pushed Su Bei's head under the faucet, turned on the faucet, and cold water poured down.

Su Bei was like a little chicken being strangled, struggling hard, "Let go! I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself!"

Only then did Feng Xinglang let go of his hand.

Su Bei grimaced and rinsed his mouth again and again before looking at Feng Xinglang.

I don't know if it was wet, but Su Bei's peach blossom eyes were full of stars, as if they could arouse the secret thoughts in people's hearts.

Feng Xinglang's eyes darkened little by little, so dark that no light could penetrate.

Su Bei looked into his eyes, and felt a chill down his back for no reason, which gave him the urge to run away.

Feng Xinglang always appreciates beautiful things, even if the person in front of him is a man, he has to admit that this Su Bei has a unique appearance.

But, what is Su Bei's purpose?

She was clearly afraid of him, her eyes were filled with the desire to survive, but she kept moving towards him.

Really, really interesting.

His thin lips parted slightly, and he asked in an unclear manner: "Are you afraid of me?"

Su Bei's heart skipped a beat, whether to be afraid or not, this is an answer worth pondering.

"Huh?" Feng Xinglang seemed a little impatient, with a urging voice from his throat.

Su Bei's heart trembled, and he asked with a serious face, "Does Mr. Feng want to hear the truth or lies?"

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, and Su Bei began to say on his own, "The truth is, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!"

"What if Mr. Feng is not happy and pours cement into me and sinks me into the sea?"

A low laugh escaped from Feng Xinglang's throat, he couldn't tell what it meant, "Then you are not afraid now?"

Su Bei looked at death like home and said, "Death under the peony flowers is also romantic!"