The King of Close Soldiers of the Beauty President

A few days later, Ye Zhibing went to work as usual, and got tired of sitting in the security department on the first floor, so he wandered to the CEO's office on the top floor to visit Lu Xiling.

That day when Lu Xiling left the coffee shop, he was in a daze and was almost hit by a car, which made Ye Zhibing very worried.

I have solemnly agreed to Master Lu to protect Lu Xiling well. If I don't figure out why she is so distracted that she almost lost her life, there is no way to protect her well.

After entering the president's office, Lu Xiling said coldly: "You like to go upstairs, so sit down and don't get in my way."

Ye Zhibing could feel that although Lu Xiling no longer made things difficult for him, he was also very indifferent.

He didn't know the reason, maybe Lu Xiling had a prejudice against him.

Suddenly, the phone on Lu Xiling's desk rang, and when he picked it up, it was Guo Sen.

"Baby, I'm here to remind you again today. There are only nine days left to pay back the money. Is my little alarm clock still competent? Come on, let's have a fragrant one, huh!"

"Go to hell!"

Lu Xiling angrily dropped the phone and put her head in her hands.

Ye Zhibing recognized that it was Guo Sen's voice, it was so weird, it was really annoying.

Ye Zhibing felt a little uncomfortable. Although this woman had a bad temper, she was in a difficult situation and he couldn't help her.

It's all the fault of that boy Guo Sen, who is playing tricks and harming people.

There was no point in sitting, so Ye Zhibing got up and went out.

Lu Xiling looked up and asked, "Where are you going?"

Ye Zhibing turned his head, "Go out and smoke a cigarette."

Lu Xiling waved his hand, meaning, it's up to you.

The anger in Ye Zhibing's heart was unbearable, and he stopped staying in the company, riding his bicycle and wandering aimlessly.

Walking through the streets and alleys, there was a rush of people, everyone had smiles on their faces, but Ye Zhibing had a bitter face.

It takes a while to vent.

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard the roar of a machine, and turned his head to see, wasn't that guy Guo Sen driving his cool Ferrari galloping down the street?

The grievance has its head, and the debt has its owner. It's Guo Sen, a kid who has to be beaten up to get rid of his hatred.

Ye Zhibing chased Guo Sen's Ferrari on his bicycle, but he couldn't catch up, but fortunately, the city was full of traffic and red lights, so he finally caught up with the Ferrari's rear lights.

Guo Sen drove across the road, stopped at the entrance of a hotel named Fugui Hotel, got out of the car and walked in.

Ye Zhibing also chased to the entrance of the hotel, parked his car, and walked in.

Having learned the lesson from last time, Ye Zhibing now wears a white shirt, black trousers, and the pair of leather shoes that he usually doesn't want to wear at work.

When entering the door, Ye Zhibing glanced at a sign hanging at the entrance of the hotel, "Tianyi Group Fugui Hotel Management Co., Ltd." It turns out that this hotel is owned by Guo Sen's family.

In this way, Ye Zhibing felt that he had found the right target.

The beautiful welcome lady asked politely: "Sir, how many are there?"

Ye Zhibing raised his head and stretched out a finger.

"Sir?" Miss Yingbin was stunned for a moment and asked.

"Of course one, do you see anyone behind me?"

The welcoming lady smiled and shook her head, "No."

"Then it's over."

"Well, yes, one, please come with me, sir." The welcoming lady is very qualified, she is not angry, she still said with a smile.

When he came to the restaurant on the first floor, Ye Zhibing picked a table and sat down, and the welcoming lady left.

After sitting for a while, still no waiter came forward to serve.

Ye Zhibing thought to himself, this gave him a reason to get mad, so he yelled at a waiter nearby: "You are dead, didn't you see the guests coming? Pour tea, what's wrong with such a bad service attitude?"

"I'm sorry... Excuse me, sir, what kind of tea do you need? Here are chrysanthemum tea, black tea, and green tea." The male waiter ran over and apologized quickly.

"Do you have Biluochun?" Ye Zhibing sat on the chair with his feet on the table.

His appearance was so unsightly, the waiter frowned involuntarily, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"No, sir. This tea is very expensive, and you need to make an appointment."

Ye Zhibing decided to make a big fuss, slapped the table immediately, and shouted loudly: "What kind of broken hotel, such an ordinary Biluochun doesn't have it, so I have the nerve to call it a four-star hotel, and I want to ask your manager."

Seeing Ye Zhibing's ferocious appearance, the waiter took a few steps back, thinking that he was just a part-time worker, and there was no need to offend customers and get beaten, so he should go to the manager.

"Okay...Okay, sir, wait a moment, I'll call our manager."

After the waiter finished speaking, he turned around and ran quickly, fearing that Ye Zhibing would catch up and beat him up.

After a while, a short-haired man in a black suit came over. Seeing Ye Zhibing's sitting portrait, he was unhappy, "Sir, can you take your feet off? Are there other guests dining here?"

Ye Zhibing glanced at him, guessing that he was the manager of the restaurant, "I feel comfortable sitting like this. Is there a rule here that my feet cannot be placed on the table?"

The manager wants to scold her, but the restaurant can at most say "No Smoking". Whose restaurant will write "No Legs on the Table"?

But no one puts their legs on the table like this young man in front of them?This is public order and good customs, understand?

The manager concluded that the young man had come to cause trouble.

"Sir, there is no such regulation, but if you do this, you will disturb the interest of other guests, so our restaurant has decided not to serve you any more. Please go out." The manager exercised restraint and asked Ye Zhibing to leave.

Ye Zhibing also took the opportunity to get angry. He couldn't believe that there was a commotion, and Guo Sen from the building wouldn't come out.

Pulling his legs together, he kicked hard, knocking down the table in front of him.

What kind of bowls, teacups, and wine glasses on the table shattered to the ground.

Ye Zhibing stood up and shouted loudly: "Did I not pay you? Why can't I eat here?"

The manager was also impatient, "Our restaurant doesn't welcome unqualified guests like you."

"Is it you who don't welcome it, or Guo Sen who doesn't welcome it?" Ye Zhibing asked coldly.

The manager was taken aback, "Do you know Mr. Guo?"

Ye Zhibing spread his hands, "I don't know."

"I don't know you, so why pretend, security, security!"

The manager saw that Ye Zhibing said he didn't know Guo Sen, so he didn't worry about accidentally hurting Guo Sen's friends, and called the security guard bluntly.

After a while, four or five security guards in uniform ran over.

The manager pointed at Ye Zhibing, "This guy is causing trouble, kick him out."

Relying on their large number of people and not being afraid, the security guard rushed forward, trying to subdue Ye Zhibing and drag him out.

But these security guards haven't figured out how the other party shot, and they are all lying on the ground.

Ye Zhibing approached the manager step by step, with a cold gleam in his eyes, "I give you two choices, either you lie down and stay with them, or you call Guo Sen to come down and see me."