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Zheng Muyang frowned and sat sideways on the black office chair. He closed his eyes and seemed to be asleep.
On the high-end desk in front of him, there is a figure of a girl holding an umbrella. The full two-dimensional atmosphere is incompatible with the serious office atmosphere.
Suddenly, the big eyes of the figure turned several times. Immediately afterwards, it put down the open umbrella and moved its stiff limbs.
After completing a set of actions, it walked to the table and shouted: "Zheng Muyang, Zheng Muyang."
Zheng Muyang did not open his eyes, but a hint of impatience flashed between his eyebrows, and said, "Why are you here if you don't go to Ting'er?"
"She was taken away by people from the Demon Hunting Alliance." A sinister voice came from the girl's figure. "We don't know where that place is. I came here this time to say goodbye to you. I want to go somewhere else to avoid the limelight."
Hearing this, Zheng Muyang opened his eyes and looked unhappy: "You lost my woman and now you want to leave. How can it be that easy?"
As soon as these words fell, a ball of light overflowed from the figure, instantly transforming into Yincuo. He sat completely on Zheng Muyang, grabbed his neck with both hands, and said viciously:
"Zheng Muyang, you'd better be polite when you speak to me, uncle. The debt you owe me for unlocking the seal has long been repaid, and I no longer owe you anything."
Zheng Muyang's face turned as red as pig liver, but he still said with difficulty:
"Pay it off? How do you pay it off? Which of the errands assigned to you have been completed? First, Ting'er became a living dead, then a lonely ghost took over her body, and now she has been harmed. I'll take the blame for you."
Every time Zheng Muyang said something, Yin Cuo's expression became gloomier. By the time he finished speaking, his face was so dark that it seemed like ink was dripping from his face.
The veins on Yincuo's forehead popped out, and he kept increasing the strength on his hands as if venting his anger. Zheng Muyang felt it was difficult to breathe, and his eyesight turned black.
Tuk-tuk-tuk——
At this critical moment, there was a knock on the door, and a slightly anxious voice rang.
"Mr. Zheng, something happened."
Yincuo was startled, and like a frightened bird, he let go of his hand and quickly disappeared into the air. At the same time, he did not forget to drop the following sentence: "I will spare your life first."
"Cough cough cough..."
Zheng Muyang seemed to be alive now. Fresh oxygen poured into his lungs, causing him to cough violently.
When he raised his eyes, he saw the figure standing there quietly, as if laughing at his incompetence. Zheng Muyang was so angry that he raised his hand and flicked it to the ground, and it immediately fell to pieces.
At this moment, there was another knock on the door. He quickly checked his appearance and saw that there was nothing wrong before calling the other party in.
The person outside the door was his secretary. As soon as the person came in, he kicked something. He looked down and saw that it was a miniature human head.
"What's the matter?" Zheng Muyang said calmly, his voice slightly hoarse.
The secretary didn't think too much. He stepped over the head and said, "A reporter photographed Haonan's Zeng Qi and his assistant at the airport."
"Oh?" Zheng Muyang turned the ring on his middle finger and said. "Where are the photos? Show them to me quickly."
The secretary heard this and handed over the document bag he was holding.
Zheng Muyang took it, opened the package and took out the photos inside. Several of the photos were specially enlarged and printed, and Zheng Muyang naturally recognized the two of them.
After verifying that he was behind him, Zheng Muyang threw the photo on the table with a "snap" and held his chin with one hand: "These two people are really tough, so I know his news is very unreliable."
The secretary didn't know whether he was talking to himself or to him, so he had to remain silent.
After Zheng Muyang thought for a moment, he said to his secretary: "Ask the newspaper to publish this news. It would be best if it makes a headline."
"Okay, Mr. Zheng." The secretary replied, without asking him the reason for doing this, he turned around and closed the door and left.
Zheng Muyang stared at Zeng Qi on the photo, and after a while he muttered to himself sadly: "Since you want to hide behind the scenes, I have to pull you out."
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On the other side, after Tan Jiajia's plan to have instant noodles for dinner was blocked by Zeng Qi, the two went out to look for food together.
"Really, let me tell you, I have eaten at all the restaurants near the community, and this one's beef noodles are the most authentic."
In the ramen restaurant next to the community, Tan Jiajia was holding a huge bowl and boasting to Zeng Qi who was sitting next to her.
Zeng Qi listened to her words, took a bite of the noodles that had just been delivered, and nodded: "It's okay."
"Right." Tan Jiajia said and started to move herself.
After taking a sip of noodles, Tan Jiajia's mouth couldn't rest anymore: "But Mr. Zeng, I didn't expect that you are so serious about mysophobia that you can accept eating in a small shop like this."
Zeng Qi took out a paper towel to wipe the stained noodle soup at the corner of his mouth, and said: "When did I become a mysophobic person in your heart again? Let alone eating in this kind of store. When Haonan was first established, I often Squatting on the roadside with a lunch box in hand to solve the problem."
"It's really hard to start a business." Tan Jiajia sighed. "Sigh... I'd better be a peaceful little salted fish."
"If you make Xianyu, then I will be Xianyu's husband."
"Haha, based on your past temper, shouldn't you call me 'worthless'?" Tan Jiajia joked, completely ignoring the title in the other person's words.
"It would be great if your husband and I have a future."
"Fuck you, I haven't promised you yet, so stop putting money on your face."
Zeng Qi put the meat in the bowl into the other's bowl and said helplessly: "Then when will you agree?"
"Well..." Tan Jiajia said thoughtfully, "It depends on your performance and my mood."
Zeng Qi paused while eating the noodles and said sincerely: "Can you give me a specific time?"
Tan Jiajia rolled her eyes and said, "Then..."
"Boss, a bowl of plain noodles."
A loud bell-like voice suddenly sounded, interrupting Tan Jiajia's words. At the same time, it also attracted the attention of people in the store.
The speaker is an ordinary-looking man, not tall, about 1.7 meters tall, and somewhat fat.
He didn't seem to care about other people's eyes. After nodding his face, he casually found a seat and sat down. But he didn't take out his mobile phone to play like others.
Zeng Qi turned Tan Jiajia's head and said in an unhappy tone: "Look at what he does, look at me."
Tan Jiajia looked away, grinned at him, held her own bowl, and mysteriously squeezed to Zeng Qi's side.
Zeng Qi was confused by her actions. Just as he was wondering, he felt a warm breath pass by his ears, and a small word rang out.
"Shh, keep your voice down. Let me tell you secretly that the person who just came in is a monster."
Zeng Qi was startled when he heard this, and reflexively wanted to turn his head and take a closer look. Tan Jiajia quickly grabbed him and reminded him not to look.
