Chapter 3: President: The big brother is Peony

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Feng Xinglang's laughter was deeper, "Peony flower?"
The raised voice was creepy.
The northern Jiangsu is a pitiful choked fate.
He reacted afterwards, did the statement that the peony flower dies be wrong?
Feng Xinglang suddenly took a step back and restored his indifferent appearance, "I don't like roses."
Subei felt a strong sense of oppression, let out a quiet sigh of relief, and then prepared to slip away, "Mr. Feng bye!"
After speaking, Feng Xinglang's threatening voice came from behind, "Don't let me see you smoking again ..."
The unfinished words made goose bumps all over Jiangsu and speeded up the pace of leaving.
From the familiar mechanical sound of 748, "Raiders value increased by 3%, and the current progress of the Raiders is 3%."
North Jiangsu stumbled, "What the is the progress of the Raiders?"
The 748 answer was concise, "It is the progress of the strategy."
The corner of Subei's mouth is slightly drawn, and the answer is the same as the one without answer, is it interesting?
He put his arms on the window of the sports car, feeling the wind, and then thinking about what to do besides sending flowers.
Subei furiously felt the cigarette caught in his fingertips, and Feng Xinglang's threat flashed in his mind.
Shaking his hand, he pushed the smoke back into his trouser pocket, he stopped smoking, he admitted.
North Jiangsu knocked on the steering wheel, anyway, he did not know how to guide, and came casually.
However, did he forget something?
A few minutes later, Subei stood again downstairs of Fenghanglang Company.
He forgot that he had come to dinner before.
But the desire to survive made Subei stop downstairs and pace back and forth.
After hesitating, Subei went to the nearest hotel and packed a portion of the food before entering the company.
The little girl at the front desk saw Subei and almost slipped.
She looked at Su Bei in horror and asked, "Su Shao is here to find the president?" How come back?
North Jiangsu nodded.
The little girl at the front desk swallowed and asked, "Then I will call the president."
Subei is not embarrassing, so he agreed.
The little girl at the front desk was relieved and called the Fenghanglang office.
After connecting, the little girl at the front desk respectfully said: "Feng Zong, Su Shao came, is here ..."
She paused for a moment, and North Jiangsu realized that she raised the lunch box in her hand.
The little girl at the front desk twitched her mouth slightly, telling Feng Xing Lang Subei to come for lunch.
There were only two words over there and it was thrown away.
The little girl at the front desk truthfully conveyed it to North Jiangsu.
Su Bei looked at the lunch box and automatically understood that Feng Xinglang didn't want to make an appointment with him, so he took the lunch box and turned to leave.
Although this body is rich, saving food is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. Feng Xinglang does not eat it, he eats it well.
However, before he reached the door, he was stopped by the little girl at the front desk, "Su Shao, Feng always let you go up."
On the 17th floor of Shulu Light Road in North Jiangsu, he arrived at Feng Xinglang's office.
Feng Xinglang was reading the document, and the whole person was stern and abstinent.
He glanced at the lunch box in the north of Jiangsu, and paused strangely.
Su Bei coughed and said daringly: "Since Mr. Feng does not want to go out for dinner with me, then I have to bring it over."
He looked at Feng Xinglang, a smart look.
A trace of badness flashed in Feng Xinglang's eyes. He remembered that Northern Jiangsu was famous for its ten fingers that did not touch the spring water.
He wants to see, this young master can do all kinds of things, "Invite me to dinner, I will see the dishes you make tomorrow."
"Ah?" North Jiangsu did not respond.
Feng Xinglang said impatiently: "Don't you want to chase me?"
Subei nodded, "Yes!" But he can't cook!
Feng Xinglang's expression was so high, as if he was teasing a pet with nowhere to escape, "Reluctant?"
North Jiangsu shook his head vigorously and expressed his determination, "I am very willing."
Feng Xinglang was satisfied this time, frowning, "Going out."
North Jiangsu is a little bit confused, so let him go?
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