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Kuang Zheng threw the phone back to Xia Ke, and patted him on the shoulder, which meant encouragement, but Xia Ke lowered his head in shame, and Kuang Zheng frowned: "Raise your head."

Xia Ke didn't move.

"Look up." Kuang Zheng ordered.

"I..." Xia Ke said sadly, "I was wrong."

Kuang Zheng narrowed his eyes and asked him, "Where did you go wrong?"

Xia Ke was startled, and said in a muffled voice, "I have selfish intentions..."

"Who has no selfishness," Kuangzheng told him, "the entire financial circle is made up of selfishness and selfishness."

Xia Ke was speechless.

"Did you do something against morality?" Kuang Zheng asked, "Did you violate your conscience?"

Xia Ke shook his head immediately.

"Today's matter, if you don't have your chat records, can there be a turnaround?"

Xia Keding looked at him.

"Who was it last time? A few words of hometown dialect won Xiao Gu?"

The corners of Xia Ke's mouth pursed, his boss still remembered his only use.

"Xia Xiaoke," Kuang Zheng called him by his nickname in the office in a stern tone, "Everyone's endowment is different, you don't have the ferocity of a golden knife, or the calmness of a hundred taels, but you have something that they don't have. "

"Are you nervous?" Duan Zhao interjected.

Xia Ke turned to stare at him, and at this moment Kuangzheng said: "You are indispensable to Wanrong Zhenhui."

Xia Ke turned back quickly, his mouth was open, his eye circles were reddish.

"The first day I came to Wanrong Zhenhui," Kuang Zheng met his gaze, "You received me, right here," he pointed to the office area, "Do you still remember what you were like at that time, even compound interest? I don't even understand."

Xia Ke blushed, and muttered softly: "A good man doesn't mention his bravery back then..."

"Now?" Kuang Zheng asked.

Duan Zhao interjected for the second time: "When I was busy, he made the investment income statement for me."

"There are also my legal documents," Huang Bailiang also said, "He sorted them out for me and pasted them with rainbow stickers, even though I don't need them at all, and I think it's a bit silly."

"Hey, Xiaobai..."

"25 years old," Kuang Zheng still remembers Xia Ke's age, "life has just started, when you want to compare with others, you might as well compare yourself with yourself first."

Comparing himself...Xia Ke suddenly understood where he was wrong. It wasn't selfishness or stupidity, but impatience. He was too eager to show off, eager to prove himself: "Boss..." He was so emotional that everyone thought he was about to say something. "Thank you", unexpectedly he rushed towards Kuangzheng, "I love you!"

"Oh my mother!" Duan Zhao hurriedly stopped him, not because he was afraid of a "rainbow romance" in the office, but because he was afraid that the boss and his "brother" would be unhappy if he found out.

He put his arms around Xia Ke's shoulders, and changed the subject abruptly: "The wife surnamed Fang is also brain-dead. She hooked up with Xiao Xianrou and got her husband's private money. I'm sorry for her if I don't reveal it!"

"Fang Chengcheng is not much better." Huang Bailiang came to help and rubbed Xia Ke's head. "Look at his wife broke the news, that woman is their daughter's vocal teacher."

They are all grass on the edge of the nest, Duan Zhao is deeply touched: "Rich people really have no brains," after that, he and Huang Bailiang rua rubbed Xia Ke together, "Look at the spoiling of our cute Xia hahaha!"

"It's not that they're brainless," Kuang Zheng buttoned up his coat and had been in the circle of top rich people for a long time, he could see clearly, "It's money, which makes them so crazy that they forget they have brains."

What he said is correct. People are born the same, with similar intelligence, personality, and concept of good and evil. It is the money that far exceeds the need for survival to change them. When a person can do whatever he wants, what intelligence, personality, good and evil? It's not surprising to do inhuman things when people's views are insignificant.

This is the case for Fang Chengcheng, and the same for Mrs. Fang. Wealth did not become their luck, but instead planted the seeds of misfortune for them. After all, they did not have the ability to control wealth.

Kuangzheng's judgment was quickly confirmed. On Saturday night, when the traffic started to pick up at 08:30, Duan Zhao sent him a WeChat message and asked him to watch Weibo.

At that time, Kuangzheng was sitting on the sofa watching TV after eating, while Baochan was cutting oranges in the kitchen. He opened Weibo, and the homepage was full of videos from Hot Wheels, one after another, at least a dozen. Each of them is a different anchor, there is no shortage of big V's in the head, and they sort out the romantic history of the Hot Wheels proprietress and seven or eight high-scoring men from all angles.

Kuang Zheng was stunned, this was done by Fang Chengcheng, there is no doubt about it.But he shouldn't do this, Wan Rongzhenhui gave him such good clues, enough bargaining chip to turn the tide, but he threw it out so easily, in addition to making his wife stinky, it is very important to restore his image and restore his image. The loss of sound transmission doesn't help one bit.

A dog-eat-dog farce only created a weekend carnival for the melon-eating crowd.

It's meaningless, a good hand of cards was beaten to pieces by Fang Chengcheng, maybe he is angry, angry that this "good wife and mother" wife can play better than him, maybe he hates, hate is also cheating in marriage, only he is scolded Like a dead dog, whether it is punishment or revenge, he is a fool who is carried away by emotions.

Kuang Zheng threw down his phone, he didn't even bother to get angry, he already knew very well that, firstly, Fang Chengcheng was not enough to conspire with him, and secondly, there was no way to recover from the motion picture transmission.

He only replied one sentence to Duan Zhao: pay attention to the situation and prepare to withdraw.

As soon as he pressed the send button, Baozhan's cell phone next to him rang. It was an unknown number. Baozhan ran over to pick it up, shaking his hands. When he picked it up, his face changed: "Mr. Kang..."

Kang?This surname is a bit familiar, Kuang Zheng thought while changing channels, Kang... Excuse me?No, it's his old man... that shameless bastard who tricked Baochan into his home!

He suddenly stood up from the sofa and wanted to answer the phone for Baochan, but Baochan was very calm and waved at him: "Mr. Kang," he said gently, "Thank you, I won't go, Ruyizhou has established a new Rules, only sing in the troupe, don't play in the hall."

What was said there again, probably because I heard that Baozhan had been to Han Wenshan’s house, and he was not forgiving, “No,” Baozhan explained, “Going to Mr. Han’s house is not to sing an opera, but to see his wife, we are friends .”

Kuangzheng was listening beside him, surprised by Baochan's calmness, for a person who coveted him and almost hurt him, he was rational and decent, and he was much better at controlling his emotions than Fang Chengcheng and others, Kuangzheng felt Don't worry, Baochan has the ability to deal with the rich.

"Huh—" Hanging up the phone, Baochan heaved a sigh of relief, "My brother was scared to death, he dared to call."

This kind of stick, the meat did not reach the mouth, and the heart was not dead, "He still let you go home?"

"Well," Baozhan showed a disgusted expression, "someone should take care of him."

"Come here." Kuang Zheng was a little anxious.

"I'll get you an orange," Baochan licked his fingers, "It's sweet..."

Kuang Zheng pulled him hard and pulled him into his arms. He admitted that what Fang Chengcheng did had a little influence on him, and he was full of sharp hostility.

"What's the matter?" Baochan pushed him, not exerting any force, just to make a point, "Is there something bothering you?"

"Angry," I want you to kiss me, Kuang Zheng wanted to say this, but he didn't dare, "I don't want to go to work, I want every day to be a weekend," to be with you, "Eat, watch TV."

"It's okay if you don't go to work," Baochan stared at him intently, teasing him, "You spend too much, I can't afford you."

Kuang Zheng really smiled: "You raise me?" He had an idea, and then asked, "Do you want to raise me?"

Baochan lowered his eyes suddenly: "I didn't say..."

Kuangzheng could feel his gaze wrapping around his mouth: "Bao'er..." With a hoarse voice, he pushed Baochan back, "Liars will be punished."

Both of them fell on the sofa, Kuangzheng held Baochan down, looked into his eyes, and brushed his hair. At least this night, he didn't want to bear it, and couldn't help it, leaned over and pressed against his ear, gently said something.

Seeing that Baochan's face was red, even his lips were bloodshot, and he pursed his lips nervously.

Kuang Zheng stroked his eyebrows, lowered his voice as much as possible, and repeated: "Bao'er...stick out your tongue."

He felt that Baochan would either agree or refuse, but he blinked his eyelashes and said in an extremely soft voice: "You stick in..."

Kuang Zheng thought he heard it wrong, so he posted it: "Huh?"

"You..." Baozhan boldly, lighter than last time, "Stretch into..."

Kuang Zheng didn't let him finish his sentence, like a very hungry wolf, biting its prey in one bite, like a lamb that has just learned to run and hasn't left its mother.He chased the tongue, trampling on it repeatedly, tirelessly, with intermittent nasal sounds and overlapping panting sounds in his ears, his fingers were twisted together, and his nails were embedded in the flesh and were about to break.

The smell of oranges in his mouth was crushed, Bao Chan frowned and closed his eyes, feeling the molecules of those smells spread little by little, from the mouth to the throat, from the throat to the heart, so sour, very sweet, tingling, let He fears as much as he likes, over and over again, separated and entangled, entangled and separated again.

A kiss that lasted for a long time, Kuang Zheng swallowed his saliva and got up, Bao Chan seemed to be drunk, and slid sideways on the sofa, Kuang Zheng grabbed his phone and hugged him, like hugging a handful of gurgling streams, treasured it, and slowly walked up building.

In the darkened bedroom, they cuddled together and rolled into the quilt, the aftertaste of kissing, even the skin was hot, Baochan leaned on his chest contentedly, Kuangzheng knew he was satisfied, so he also pretended to be satisfied, stroked His back, eyes closed.

After not sleeping for a long time, the mobile phone rang on the bedside table. Kuang Zheng grabbed it with sleepy eyes and looked at it. It was Duan Zhao: "Hello," he pressed his throat, "what's the matter?"

Just as Duan Zhao was about to speak, Baochan's voice came from the other end of the phone: "Brother..."

Duan Zhao was taken aback, they slept together in the same bed.

Kuang Zheng knew he heard it, but he didn't care, he didn't even cover the phone, and kissed Bao Chan on the forehead: "It's okay, you go to sleep."

He got out of bed, put on his pajamas, closed the door and went downstairs: "Fang Chengcheng again?"

"Yes," Duan Zhao glanced at his watch. At 01:30 in the morning, "I just got the news that his wife went to Fang Chengcheng's office in Qilin Building three hours ago to steal a safe, and was held down by security on the spot."

"Safe?" Kuang Zheng was surprised.

"It should be for important documents." Duan Zhao couldn't laugh or cry, "It was probably stimulated by the video revelations at night. The couple are playing more and more now, and they can't hold each other at all."

Kuang Zheng was standing under the window of the corridor on the first floor, it was snowing outside, and the light snowflakes were flying under the golden street lamps, like a fairy tale dream: "She is a woman, how could she think of stealing her husband's safe?"

"I don't know, maybe it was a trick from my little lover, mentally retarded enough," Duan Zhao said indifferently, "Fang Chengcheng sent him directly to the police station, and the news will be online tomorrow morning."

"Understood," Kuang Zheng was equally indifferent, "At this point, even the gods can't save Dongying Chuansheng."

"I've taken care of everything here," Duan Zhao yawned, "Boss, I'm off work."

"Thank you," Kuang Zheng glanced at the snow on the road, "drive slowly."

Hanging up the phone, he looked at the winter scenery outside the window, and remembered a popular saying on the Internet a few years ago, "It's getting cold, the Wang family should go bankrupt." Chuansheng also fell as a result. As Fang Chengcheng's private banker, he witnessed the process of wealth destruction with his own eyes, which was not funny at all.

He sighed, turned around, and saw Baochan standing under the corridor lamp at the corner of the stairs, wrapped in a thin blanket, silently waiting for him.

"Why did you get up?" Kuang Zheng greeted him, his heart was warm and quiet, because he knew that even if the whole world left him, this person would be behind him, silently waiting for him to come back.