Chapter 12

When they got home, they didn't talk any more. They took a bath and went to bed.

When he woke up the next day, Shen Lang let out a mouthful of turbid qi and stretched himself out.

Su Ruoxue happened to come down the stairs, wearing an ol uniform, outlining a charming curve. Her eyes were a little red and she obviously didn't sleep well last night.

Shen Lang happened to be out of the bedroom, and Su Ruoxue said, "it's still early, you can go to bed later."

"Leave me alone." Su Ruoxue snorted, turned aside and walked into the bathroom.

A big man at home, she is still a little uncomfortable.

Shen Lang is too lazy to find fun. After washing, they go to the company one after another.

Huahai first people's hospital.

In a ward.

Zhang Wenzhi lies on the bed, his face is as black as the bottom of a pot.

He was swept away by Shen Lang yesterday. After he was sent to the hospital, he was diagnosed with serious alcoholism, and even his head almost went wrong.

Fortunately, the doctor did his best to save him from any sequelae.

Although the body's alcohol has been removed, Zhang Wenzhi is still dizzy and unable to get out of bed.

"Shen Lang, I *!" Zhang Wenzhi swears and looks ferocious.

He wanted to make Shen Lang look bad in front of Su Ruoxue, but he turned out to be a laughingstock.

Zhang Wenzhi is almost mad. He has never made such ugliness. His hatred for Shen Lang has risen to a level. He would like to stab the little white face to death!

"Look for me, boss." When the door of the ward was opened, a suit man stepped forward quickly and said respectfully to Zhang Wenzhi.

"Did you find out the identity of that kid named Shen Lang?" Zhang Wenzhi asked in a hurry.

"It's clear that the kid is the new PR Manager of Aya international fashion company, or was applied for the job yesterday." The suit man said immediately.

"PR Manager?" Zhang Wenzhi was shocked at first, and then showed a violent face: "Damn it, Su Ruoxue, that cheap woman, pretended to be pure with me before, but she didn't secretly care for her little white face. Now hurry to catch this kid named Shen Lang for me. I'll teach him a good lesson! "

"Yes, boss."

It's only seven o'clock downstairs of Lingya international building. Su Ruoshi is used to coming to the company so early.

"How is Sue!" Just entering the gate, two security guards took the lead in greeting.

Su Ruoxue nodded.

"How is Sue!"

All the way down, a group of staff members greeted Su Ruoshi with formal faces.

A group of well-dressed women, usually very high-profile management, see Su Ruoxue, one by one can't help lowering their heads, nodding and hunkering, and their faces are restrained.

As president, Su Ruoshi's gas field is still amazing. In the heart of the employees of Aya group, Su Ruoshi is the goddess, with a strong attitude, decisive action and a strong business mind. She is the object that the employees adore and respect.

Su Ruoshi got on the elevator, went to the top floor and walked into the president's office as usual.

About ten minutes later, Shen Lang took a taxi to the company. This just began to work, Shen Lang hoped to pay wages, because so on, he even had no money to take a taxi.

Just as he got out of the taxi and walked towards the company building, a large van roared to him and stopped at the side of the road.

Shen Lang's eyes flashed a cold light. As a top killer, he felt a sense of hostility. He was stared at.

Sure enough, the van door opened, and immediately out of the five muscular men in black vests.

"Boy, are you Shen Lang?" The first man with a bald head pointed to Shen Lang and showed his ferocity.

"Brother Meng, that's the boy!" Said a muscular man next to him.

Shen Lang said: "I am Shen Lang, what do you want to do with me?"

The bald man named mengge walked up to Shen Lang and said with a grim smile, "come with us, boy."

Shen Lang is not aware of some funny, calmly said: "why let me go with you?"

"Boy, if you don't want to get punched, you'd better be obedient!" Roared brother Meng.

Shen Lang said with a sneer, "really? Ha ha, in fact, I'm a reasonable person. I don't want to shake my fist until I have to. "

"Don't play hard, because your fist is not strong enough."

Shen Lang grinned: "wrong, because if I move my fist, I will Out of control. "

As soon as the voice fell, the fierce men were stunned.

The minions on the mixed road are basically nervous guys. Fighting and chopping are very easy, but the culture is not so good, so they are slower than others in language comprehension.

What does this guy mean is that his fist is harder than theirs?

After thinking about it clearly, mengge couldn't help exclaiming that it's different for people with culture to pretend to be forced.

Mengge hurriedly memorizes this way of loading and forcing deeply in his mind, and feels that he can use it later.

"Oh, boy, you are very good at pretending to be forced, but I will soon make you a fool!" Fierce brother ha ha a smile, to nearby several younger brothers command way: "first beat this kid severely, then catch up to take away!"

Several muscular fierce men came up with a sinister smile.

One of the muscular men slapped Shen Lang directly and hit him hard in the face.

Shen Lang's face was expressionless. He grabbed the man's fist and pulled it.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the man's arm was directly torn by the Shen wave, and his mouth was howling like a ghost.

"Fuck him!" Another muscular man kicked hard at the waist.

Shen Lang is too lazy to hide.

"Dong!" A muffled sound of.

The guy who kicked in the sinking wave took a breath of cold air, and the huge pain from his leg almost made him fall down.

He felt that the waist of Shen Lang was as hard as stone!

"Shit, is this still a man?" The man is confused.

Shen Lang walked forward slowly and hit the man right in the nose.

"Pa" of a, that person nosebleed straight to shoot, fainted directly past.

"Waste, get him!" Brother Meng hates the roar of iron but not steel.

It's a pity that in less than half a minute, Shen Lang solved five strong men easily, clapped his hands, just like eating and drinking water.

"Lying trough, how can it be?"

Brother Meng's scalp is numb, isn't this kid so good?

After Shen Lang put down these gangsters, he approached Meng Ge, the leader.

Although Meng GE's IQ is not high, he knows that it's impossible for him to run, and that's too humiliating to fight.

He didn't believe this kid was that good.

"Die for me!"

Brother Meng's eyes flashed a trace of ruthlessness. He swung his fist like a hammer and smashed it at Shen Lang's head.