there is a dragon lying

"Huiming, a poor monk, come to pay a visit to Mr. Ruan Xingzhou, please ask the benefactor to introduce you."

In the spacious and bright hall of Ayersland Multinational Corporation, the male and female employees with perfect makeup straightened their backs, walked fast and steadily, raised their heads slightly, with serious expressions, and most of them held file packages or folders in their hands. The purpose remains the same, wait for the elevator, choose the floor you want to go to, and don't delay for a second.

They generally wear formal attire, either the brand's new season, or the handmade products of a well-known old shop. Stepping into the workplace is like stepping into the battlefield, giving people a certain kind of suppression in the atmosphere, and even breathing should be elegant and restrained.

In such an overly serious place, the elegant man at the front desk, who was wearing a white monk's upper and lower garments and had long black hair that had not been shaved yet, made people look sideways even more.

Especially when the other party insisted that he was going to meet the boss of their company, a few older managers stopped and paid attention for a while.

"Uh, didn't you make an appointment in advance? This... master?"

The beautiful receptionist looked at this master with a peaceful aura. If a man dressed like this came over and made such a request in the past, she would have called security, but facing him, for some reason, the receptionist felt that the other party was not a psychopath. Or looking for trouble on purpose.

The security guard in the distance seemed to take two steps here casually, and his eyes signaled: The leaders saw it, is there any trouble?Do you want to drive him away?

The front desk quickly shook his head and blinked: It's okay.

"Appointment? This is not available, so where do I need to make an appointment?"

Before coming here, Huiming never imagined that the human beings chosen by the lord would have such a great social status and property. In addition, he has been out of touch with this human society for too long, and Mang Jun doesn't go down the mountain much...

"Is that so?" Hearing that the front desk showed a professional smile to the 'Master' who hadn't shaved his hair, he said in a warm and kind voice: "The appointments are already full in a short time, and there will be no time until two months later."

"..."

Huiming's smile faded, and his eyes showed some surprise, as if he didn't expect it to be so difficult to meet someone.The clothes on his chest moved, and Huiming gently raised his hand to caress it, as if sweeping away dust, and then gently lowered his palm after sweeping.

Huiming saluted at the front desk and thanked: "So that's the case, then I'll think of another way, thank you benefactor."

The front desk blushed.

It's not because of hormones or anything, it's just because the man in front of him has a very gentle and gentle temperament. Although he is young, his eyes are tolerant, his face is calm, and he looks strange and kind.

Like a gray-haired, smiling elder.There is always an inexplicable sense of guilt in my heart after rejection.

'Why do I feel like he is like my grandpa? '

The front desk muttered something in his heart, and when Huiming turned to leave, he quickly added: "Well...Master, in fact, we Ruan have not come to the company very much recently. Our headquarters in Ayersland is abroad, and domestic companies often have It is managed by several other managers and directors, it will be difficult for you to see Ruan, if you are really urgent, I can ask Secretary Wang! Do you need it?"

Huiming, who was about to leave, immediately turned around when he heard these words, the eyebrows on Runya's face were pleasantly surprised, and the smile on the corners of his lips became more gentle, like the snow lotus in Tianshan, it bloomed in one swoop!

"Can you?" He said lovingly, "Thank you so much, benefactor."

The old face at the front desk turned red again.

'Nimma, what the hell is this old man with a fairy face! '

……

When Secretary Wang called Ruan Xingzhou, Ruan Xingzhou was drinking soup.

The man in his family was wearing an apron, with an unlit cigarette dangling from his mouth, sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs spread apart, his golden pupils sliding to the corners of his eyes, and staring at him.

"Is it hot?"

Ruan Xingzhou put on a sullen face, and licked his lower lip: "It's not hot, it's bitter." And it's not ordinary bitter, it's so bitter that I want to spit out my stomach and wash it!

"What did you put in the soup?" Ruan Xingzhou asked, why did he taste a strange smell?

"I didn't put anything." Qianji chewed the cigarette butt, frowned slightly and recalled: "Heishuilianzi, Yuezhi, Lingqi Huashui, a piece of blood ink, seven or eight feathers... I boiled three of them with dragon fire. time."

Ruan Xingzhou: "..." Very good, Mr. Ruan, who is knowledgeable and well-informed, has never seen or heard of any of them.

"It's hard for me to imagine..." Ruan Xingzhou looked at his man with difficulty: "How did you use our kitchen utensils to make such a medicinal soup, dear."

Yes, that's right, it's medicinal soup!

Mr. Ruan will never admit that such a thing is called tonic soup!The bowl in his hand was like the potion in Snape's bottle!

Qianji: "Well, fan iron can't be used, so I borrowed a pill furnace from Junhua."

Ruan Xingzhou: "..."

Qianji: "By the way, I tried to put a small piece of the dragon skin that Mang Jun used to shed his shell last time, in order to give you the dragon eggs in your belly—what's wrong with you?"

Zhou Zhou with a paralyzed face: "Ugh!"

Qianji: "???"

Isn't it delicious?It's very sweet, and his dragon's blood is in it, if it is an ordinary little monster, it can be passed down as a family heirloom.

"I'm fine."

Ruan Xingzhou wiped his mouth and held the soup bowl resolutely. In his eyes, the black and red soup not only had black air and bubbles, but also vaguely gathered into a skeleton face, muttering, "Come on, Come eat me, let me die~'

Mr. Ruan: ... Fortunately, my will was written three days ago.

He squeezed his nose and ate the medicinal soup. Ruan Xingzhou never did what he didn't want to do, but he could see Qianji's restlessness and silence in recent days, especially since he himself didn't want to give up so easily.

Ruan Xingzhou's painfully paralyzed face was distorted for a moment.

Qianji saw that his sharp-edged handsome face was slightly warm after drinking, so he took the bowl to wash outside. It happened that Secretary Wang called at this time, and Ruan Xingzhou thought it was something about the company, so he answered it.

"Hey?"

"Mr. Ruan." Secretary Wang's voice was a little awkward: "I'm sorry to disturb you, there is a monk here at the company, and I want to see you no matter what."

Monastic Master?Ruan Xingzhou frowned, switched to Mr. Ruan's state instantly, and refused in a deep voice: "I'm training my body, I don't have time."

Secretary Wang received the reply from his boss that his head was a bit big, and his eyes unconsciously aimed at the smiling man behind him. He was under great pressure from being laughed at by the other party, and finally added in a low voice:

"Here, Mr. Ruan—he said that he came here to apologize to Mr. Qianji and you for Mr. Mang. He also brought a small gift to solve your current predicament."

Ruan Xingzhou: "..."

For him, Mangjun is a relatively distinctive character, especially the second half of this sentence, which Ruan Xingzhou can't refuse now.

"Okay." Ruan Xingzhou nodded after thinking for a while: "I'll ask Mirdan to pick him up and let him wait in the company."

Secretary Wang hung up the phone with a sigh of relief, turned his head and smiled and said to the other party: "Master, Mr. Ruan has sent someone to pick you up, please wait here for a while."

"Can I see him?" Huiming asked.

Secretary Wang nodded: "Naturally."

"That's good."

Huiming Ruozhi sat on the soft sofa calmly, took a few sips of the tea in front of him, and didn't continue to chase after Secretary Wang to continue asking questions. Let go of a little vigilance.

Mirdan came very quickly, and after saying hello, he politely invited Huiming into the car and took him to Ruan Xingzhou's residence.

Huiming, who was following this special assistant, looked at the incomparably gorgeous mansion and chuckled, and whispered to someone who did not know: "As expected of the follower chosen by the Dragon King, full of gold, unlike you, he chose me."

After he finished speaking, the fabric on his chest twitched slightly again, as if he was dissatisfied with his words. Huiming put his hands on it when he saw it, just smiled, but didn't speak.

The elevator goes up one floor.

The air is quietly mixed with some domineering smell and spiritual power that mortals can't smell, like the breath of a lion left on a tree to frighten other animals. The huge coercion cuts the sensitive soft flesh on the neck like a blunt knife, making the Huiming gradually had difficulty breathing and his scalp became numb.

But the mortals leading the way in front of him didn't notice it. Huiming lightly exposed it and knew that this was Lord Long's warning to outsiders who stepped into his territory.

"As expected of a real dragon."

Huiming sighed, and felt better after combining his hands with luck.

As it should be and within reason, the first thing he saw was not Ruan Xingzhou, but Qianji...

Qianji stared at the white-clothed monk in front of him, Mirdan had already left, he stood relaxedly at the door, the nictitating film flashed quickly from the corner of his eyes, under the beautiful vertical pupils, there was a silent and suppressed murderous look.

Neither of them moved.

Qianji just looked at Huiming in such a bland manner, for 1 minute?Or 2 minutes?Huiming's face gradually turned pale, cold sweat covered his forehead, and his relaxed smile disappeared.

The fabric on his chest moved violently, and after a while, a miniature version of a black snake head with one horn appeared, opened its mouth to Qianji, and said, "Enough!"

"You really dare to appear in front of me." Qianji sneered, the pupils in his vertical pupils tightened into needles, and the fierce light shone! "He is the human being you saved after you got the Dragon Ball? Do you know how much trouble you have caused me, Mangjung? Go away, immediately, or I will kill you and this bald donkey to feed my heir and partner right now!"

Bald, bald donkey?

The corner of Huiming's mouth twitched, and he silently touched the three thousand threads of trouble on the back of his head, feeling ashamed of these two words for the first time in his life.

[The author has something to say]: I'm going home!

Hahaha, when I get home today, I will catch up on sleep first, and then I will start updating after I recover, but I still can't double update, so I will show you the whole less than [-] words.

There are only two or three chapters left.

Thank you for the reward and monthly ticket recommendation, big brother.

@外法疯狂张三鸭～: Zhang Sanya, an extrajudicial lunatic~ as a gift to the trilobite x1 from "Where the Dragon Is Lying".