Villain, Please Go Easy on Me

Feng Xinglang's laughter became deeper, "Peony flowers?"

The rising voice has a creepy feeling.

And Su Bei was a poor little girl whose fate was strangled by the throat.

He came to his senses belatedly, did he mean the wrong person when he said that the peony will die under the flower?

Feng Xinglang took a step back suddenly, and returned to his indifferent appearance, "I don't like roses."

Su Bei felt that the strong sense of pressure had dissipated, he breathed a sigh of relief, and then prepared to run away, "Goodbye, Mr. Feng!"

After finishing speaking, he slipped away, and Feng Xinglang's threatening voice came from behind, "Don't let me see you smoking again..."

The unfinished words made Su Bei get goosebumps all over his body, and he quickened his pace of leaving.

748's familiar mechanical voice sounded, "The attack value has increased by 3%, and the current attack progress is 3%."

Su Bei staggered, "What the hell is the progress of the strategy?"

748 answered concisely, "It's the strategy progress."

The corners of Su Bei's mouth twitched slightly, answering was the same as not answering, is it interesting?

He put his arm on the window of the sports car, felt the wind blowing, and then thought about what else to do after chasing people besides sending flowers.

Su Bei frantically took out the cigarette and held it between his fingertips, Feng Xinglang's threat flashed through his mind.

With a shake of his hand, he put the cigarette back into his trouser pocket, he stopped smoking, he confessed.

Su Bei knocked on the steering wheel, he didn't know how to attack anyway, so just come here.

But did he forget something?

A few minutes later, Su Bei stood downstairs in Feng Xinglang's company again.

He forgot that he had come here for dinner.

But the desire to survive made Su Bei stop downstairs, pacing back and forth.

After hesitating for a while, Su Bei went to the nearest hotel to pack a meal before entering the company.

The girl at the front desk almost slipped when she saw Su Bei.

She looked at Su Bei in horror and asked, "Young Master Su is here to find the CEO?" Why did you come back again?

Su Bei nodded.

The girl at the front desk swallowed and asked, "Then I'll call the president."

Su Bei wasn't an embarrassment either, so he agreed.

The little girl at the front desk breathed a sigh of relief, and called Feng Xinglang's office.

After connecting, the girl at the front desk said respectfully: "Mr. Feng, Young Master Su is here, he is here..."

She paused, Su Bei understood, and raised the lunch box in his hand.

The corner of the girl at the front desk twitched slightly, and told Feng Xinglang that Subei was here to deliver lunch.

There were only two words back, and I threw it away.

The girl at the front desk truthfully conveyed the truth to Su Bei.

Su Bei glanced at the lunch box, and automatically understood that Feng Xinglang didn't want to have a meal with him, so he turned around and left with the lunch box.

Although this body is rich, saving food is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation, Feng Xinglang doesn't eat it, he eats it well.

However, before he reached the door, he was stopped by the girl at the front desk, "Young Master Su, Mr. Feng asked you to go up."

Su Bei went up to the seventeenth floor with ease, and arrived at Feng Xinglang's office.

Feng Xinglang was looking at the documents, his whole body exuded a rigorous and abstinent atmosphere.

His eyes swept over the lunch box in Su Bei's hand, and he paused strangely.

Su Bei coughed, and said bravely, "Since Mr. Feng doesn't want to go out to eat with me, I'll just bring him here."

He looked at Feng Xinglang with a cute appearance.

A trace of evil flashed in Feng Xinglang's eyes. He remembered that Su Bei was famous for not sticking his fingers to the spring water.

He wanted to see if this young master could do anything, "Take me to dinner, I want to see what you cook tomorrow."

"Ah?" Su Bei didn't react.

Feng Xinglang said impatiently: "Aren't you going to chase me?"

Su Bei nodded, "Yes!" But he can't cook!

Feng Xinglang's expression was so condescending, as if he was teasing a pet that had nowhere to escape, "Don't want to?"

Su Bei shook his head vigorously, expressing his determination, "Very willing." The problem still wouldn't be solved.

Feng Xinglang was satisfied now, his brows stretched, "Go out."

Su Bei is a little confused, so let him go?