Chapter 2 The President: A Fierce Raider Target

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

The secretary knocked on the door and hesitated.

Feng Xinglang frowned and said impatiently, "Speak!"

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

Feng Xinglang got up and walked out, his tall figure wrapped in the coldness of Sen Leng.

The elevator door just opened, and the strong rose fragrance made Feng Xinglang's face sink.

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

Because the place other than the elevator was crowded with roses of various colors.

The front desk held a card, crossed the sea of ​​flowers, and said tremblingly to Feng Xinglang, who exuded a terrifying aura, "President, this is from Young Master Su, and 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 replied cautiously, "Outside the door."

Feng Xinglang frowned slightly, "Three minutes."

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

Feng Xinglang just walked out the door, and the front desk hurriedly asked someone to hurry and dispose of all the roses within three minutes, otherwise they would all have to finish playing.

Outside the door, Subei, in a small royal blue suit, leaned against the red sports car as if he had no bones.

With a cigarette in his mouth, his whole body was filled with the smell of a dandy boy.

Feng Xinglang looked at Subei who looked like this, his brows furrowed even deeper, "Pinch."

Subei looked at Feng Xinglang who suddenly appeared in front of him, was stunned, and quickly put out the cigarette.

Then he said flatteringly: "I don't know what color roses you like, so I bought some of them."

Anyway, this body has money, just spend it.

Feng Xinglang turned around and walked away. After walking a few steps, he found that Subei didn't follow.

There was a hint of anger on his eyebrows, "Follow up!"

Upon hearing this, Subei followed up, "748, do you think this is progress?"

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

The system responded with a word, "Huh."

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

Too much.

The roses in the hall have been cleaned up. It has to be said that the efficiency of large companies is high.

Subei followed Feng Xinglang to the office, and suddenly felt a little cowardly, "I wonder if I can invite President Feng to have a meal?"

Feng Xinglang turned around, the anger between his brows became heavier, "Go rinse your mouth."

Subei smashed his mouth. Does his mouth stink? Why gargle.

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

Some rudely pressed Subei's head under the faucet, opened the faucet, and cold water poured down.

Subei is like a chick strangled by the neck, struggling hard, "Let go! I'll do it myself! I'll do it myself!"

Only then did Feng Xinglang let go.

Subei forced his face to rinse his mouth again and again before looking at Feng Xinglang.

I don't know if it was soaked in water or not, but the pair of peach blossom eyes in North Jiangsu are full of stars, as if they can evoke the hidden thoughts in the hearts of people.

Feng Xinglang's eyes darkened little by little, and the darkness could not see through any light.

Subei looked into his eyes and felt a chill in his back for no reason, which made him have the urge to snatch the door and 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 North Jiangsu has a unique appearance.

But, what is the purpose of North Jiangsu?

He was clearly afraid of him, and his eyes were full of desire to survive, but he kept leaning towards him.

Really, very interesting.

He opened his thin lips slightly, and asked vaguely, "Are you afraid of me?"

Subei's heart jumped, afraid or not, this is a thought-provoking answer.

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

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

Feng Xinglang squinted his eyes, and Subei began to say, "The truth is, I'm afraid, I'm afraid!"

"What if Mr. Feng doesn't like it and pours me cement into the sea?"

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

Subei said as if he were going to die: "It's also romantic to die as a ghost under the peony!"