Chapter 8 President: After All, I'm Not a Devil

748: "The strategy value is increased by 10%, and the strategy progress is 21%."

Subei thinks that Feng Xinglang is really arrogant, the strategy value has risen so high, and he also said that he will not be taken in.

He moved his position, blocked the door, and said somewhat rogue: "If you don't take me in, I won't get up."

Suddenly, Feng Xinglang's eyes swept across a cigarette butt at the foot of North Jiangsu, and asked inexplicably, "Have you smoked?"

Subei's heart jumped, and between lying and honesty, he chose honesty.

He looked at Feng Xinglang in a pleasing manner, "I was too sleepy, so I took a pump to refresh myself."

Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes and his tone became dangerous, "Have I ever said that if I see you smoking again..."

Subei immediately swore, "No more smoking, never again! This is the last time!"

Feng Xinglang didn't believe him. It seemed that he didn't have a long memory unless he taught this little liar a lesson.

He opened the door and said, "Come in."

Subei's eyes lit up, and he succeeded in entering the room!

Feng Xinglang frowned as he looked at the embarrassed Subei, and there was a deep disgust between his brows, "Clean up yourself."

Having achieved the goal, Subei was in a good mood, and happily went to take a bath.

After taking a bath, Subei went downstairs in pajamas.

Since the pajamas belonged to Feng Xinglang, Subei was so wide that they were dragged to the ground.

He saw that Feng Xinglang lowered his head and was seriously placing the cigarettes one by one on the table.

There was an air of elegance to the whole person.

But I don't know why, North Jiangsu has the urge to run away.

Feng Xinglang turned his head and glanced at Subei's limp hair, "Finish these cigarettes tonight."

Subei sucked in a breath of cold air. This is at least ten packs of cigarettes, and people will die after smoking!

The corners of Feng Xinglang's mouth curved slightly, like a devil, "Since you like smoking, then smoke enough at one time."

Subei took a step back, "I don't like it! No more smoking! Really!"

Feng Xinglang looked at him with a half-smile but not a smile, clearly not doing anything, but it made Subei's legs weak in fear.

His slender fingers played with the lighter without urging him, as if he were watching a dying puppy.

Subei swallowed and walked over resignedly.

Feng Xinglang thoughtfully lit a cigarette and handed it to Subei, who took it with trembling hands.

That night, Subei was forced to smoke one by one, making him desperate.

And Feng Xinglang took the trouble to light his cigarettes again and again.

Before the cigarette Feng Xinglang put out on the table was finished, Subei vomited it.

Subei vomited while holding the toilet.

Feng Xinglang leaned against the door with his arms in his arms, like a demon, "Are you still smoking?"

Subei said in a hoarse voice: "No more smoking, no more smoking!"

Feng Xinglang smiled a little badly, "What if I smoke again?"

Subei wanted to cry, "I'll kill myself!"

Feng Xinglang smiled in a low voice, "I'm not a devil either. If there is a next time, which hand touches the cigarette, then which hand will be chopped off."

Subei reflexively hugged his hand, it hurts just thinking about it.

When Feng Xinglang went back to his room to sleep, he couldn't help but touched Subei's head.

Subei's hair was as soft as Feng Xinglang imagined, "Tomorrow Cheng Qianxiao will come over, what the servant should do, just let her do it."

Subei nodded, and drifted back to his room like a wandering soul.

Feng Xinglang thought, this little liar should have a better memory.

As soon as Subei lay down on the bed, the mechanical sound of 748 sounded, "The strategy value has increased by 4%, and the current strategy progress is 25%."

Subei, who was like a salted fish, turned over and burst into tears.

Raiders are not easy, and do it and cherish it.