Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

This ignited the anger in Cheng Ye's heart, as he grinds his white teeth.

Okay, I refused him just to find Xiao Bai Lian, holding Lao Tzu's money, and having fun with Xiao Bai Lian.

In the world, where is there such a reason?

Ye Cheng felt that he had found a reasonable reason to take care of her. Yes, that's it. Spend Lao Tzu's money and fool around with Xiao Bailian under Lao Tzu's nose, when he is dead!

After finding the reason, Cheng Ye ordered his subordinates to stop Sister Hong, especially the little white face, and took him to a place for a beat.

Needless to say, Master Cheng did this work.

Sister Hong was forced to sit on the sofa. In front of her were a few fat and sturdy men who surrounded her roundly.

Sister Hong looked familiar with the one headed, "Where is Cheng Zheng, where is this head-shrunk bastard?"

The subordinates didn't dare to scream. I would like to ask who on the road would dare to call Master Cheng a bastard. Only the sister-in-law dared to call like this, and the sister-in-law dared to slap Cheng Ye's mouth.

Sister-in-law is their collective idol. Although Ye Cheng said that she would buckle her sister-in-law, they didn't dare to move or even look at it. She was so sacred in their hearts that only Lord Cheng could touch it.

When the scene froze, Master Cheng touched his head and came over with an impatient look: "Who is calling me?"

At this moment, the subordinates reminded respectfully: "Master Cheng, the sister-in-law asked where the **** is!"

Master Cheng's eyes widened, "Which bastard? Am I the bastard?"

The subordinates thought silently, if the sister-in-law and Xiao Bailian went to the spring breeze, wouldn't you be the bastard, Lord Cheng?

Master Cheng grinded his teeth and walked over and smiled yinly: "Want to know how your little white face is now?"

Sister Hong frowned: "That's my newly hired assistant, who sent me a file. What happened to him?"

Ah, the assistant?

Not a little boy!

Master Cheng scratched his head uncomfortably, and coughed softly, "That's it. It's not a problem. I invited him to have tea. Let him go home soon."

Master Cheng's urinary sister Hong knew she frowned, "Where is he, I want to see him."

Cheng Ye smiled: "There is nothing to see. Let him go back and give him a big red envelope. You are satisfied with this! Let him go home happily."

As long as it's not a little boy, it's easy to say.

As soon as Sister Hong heard that, there was nothing else she didn't understand. This person must have been beaten, but she didn't know how serious it was. She looked at Master Cheng, whose eyes saw Master Cheng's guilty conscience, accompanied by a smiling face: " Hey, don’t look at me like this. I see my whole body hairy. Women still have to be gentle. There is no man who likes a stern face all day long."

While hippie smiled, he was going to stick past it.

Sister Hong pushed him away with a faint voice, with some disgust, "No one wants you to like it, and I can't bear the like of Master Cheng."

Master Cheng still needs to post there. Sister Hong said indifferently: "Mr. Cheng respects himself, I will see my assistant now, if necessary, we will call the police."

When Ye Cheng heard this, he became jealous, and his eyes were cold: "Reporter Liu Da, do you want to see a dead fish or a live one?"

Sister Hong looked at him with a bit of disdain in her eyes.

Master Cheng was stabbed all at once. He was looked down upon by this woman, right? How could she look down on him? She likes those scholars, and fat people can do it.