When they got home, the two didn't talk about anything more, and took a shower and slept separately.

When he woke up the next day, Shen Lang exhaled a breath of turbid air and stretched his body.

Su Ruoxue happened to go downstairs, wearing an OL uniform, outlining a charming curve. Her eyes were a little red, and it was clear that she hadn't slept well last night.

Shen Lang happened to come out of the bedroom, and said hello to Su Ruoxue: "It's still early, you can sleep late." ”

"You take care of me, don't get in the way. Su Ruoxue snorted, turned sideways, and walked into the bathroom.

A big man is at home, and she is still a little uncomfortable.

Shen Lang was too lazy to find himself bored, and after the two of them finished washing, they went to the company one after another.

The First People's Hospital of Huahai City.

Inside a ward.

Zhang Wenzhi was lying on the hospital bed, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

Yesterday he was drenched by Shen Lang, and after being sent to the hospital, he was diagnosed with severe alcoholism, and even had a problem with his head.

Fortunately, the doctor did his best to save him, and he did not leave any sequelae.

Although the alcohol in his body has been removed, Zhang Wenzhi is still dizzy and can't get out of bed.

"Shen Lang, Lao Tzu*!" Zhang Wenzhi scolded, his face hideous.

He originally wanted to make Shen Lang make a fool of himself in front of Su Ruoxue, but he became a laughing stock.

Zhang Wenzhi was almost crazy, he had never been so ugly, his hatred for Shen Lang had risen to a level, and he couldn't wait to stab that little white face to death!

"Boss, you're looking for me. The door of the ward was pushed open, and a man in a suit walked forward quickly, and said respectfully to Zhang Wenzhi.

"Has the identity of that kid named Shen Lang been clarified?" Zhang Wenzhi hurriedly asked.

"I found out that kid is the new public relations manager of Ayaya International Fashion Company, or he applied for it yesterday. The man in the suit said immediately.

"Public relations manager?" Zhang Wenzhi was stunned for a moment, and then showed a violent expression: "Damn, Su Ruoxue's cheap woman pretended to be innocent with Lao Tzu before, and she didn't secretly raise a little white face." Hurry up and arrest this kid named Shen Lang for me now, I'm going to teach him a good lesson!"

"Yes, boss. ”

When she arrived downstairs at Ayaya International Building, it was only seven o'clock, and Su Ruoxue was used to coming to the company so early.

"Mr. Su is good!" As soon as he walked into the door, two security guards took the lead in greeting him.

Su Ruoxue nodded.

"Su is always good!"

Along the way, a group of staff greeted Su Ruoxue with a restrained face.

A group of beautifully dressed women, who are very energetic management class on weekdays, couldn't help but lower their heads one by one when they saw Su Ruoxue, nodded their heads, and looked restrained.

As the president, Su Ruoxue's aura is still very amazing. In the hearts of the staff of Ayaya Group, Su Ruoxue is a goddess, with a tough attitude, decisive action, and great business acumen, and is the object of worship and respect of the staff.

Su Ruoxue took the elevator, went to the top floor, and walked into the president's office as usual.

About ten minutes later, Shen Lang also took a taxi to the company. This is just the beginning of work, and Shen Lang hopes to pay his salary, because if he goes on like this, he will not even have the money to take a taxi.

Just as he got out of the taxi and walked towards the company building, a large van whizzed up and stopped on the side of the road.

A hint of coldness flashed in Shen Lang's eyes, as the insight of a top killer, he obviously felt a hostility, he was being targeted.

Sure enough, the van door opened, and five muscular hunks in black vests immediately walked out.

"Boy, are you Shen Lang?" led a bald man, pointing at Shen Lang, his fierce face was revealed.

"Brother Meng, it's this kid!" said a muscular man next to him.

Shen Lang said coldly: "I'm Shen Lang, what are you looking for me?"

The bald man named Brother Meng stepped forward and smiled at Shen Lang: "Boy, come with us." ”

Shen Lang didn't feel a little funny, and said calmly: "Why should I go with you?"

"Boy, if you don't want to be fisted, I still persuade you to be obedient!" Brother Meng roared.

Shen Lang sneered: "Really, haha, in fact, I can still be reasonable, and I don't want to use my fists until I have to." ”

"Don't pretend because your fists aren't hard enough. ”

Shen Lang grinned: "Wrong, because if I move my fists, I will ...... Uncontrolled. ”

As soon as the words fell, those fierce men were stunned.

The minions on the mixed road are basically nervous guys, and they are particularly slippery in fighting and slashing, but the culture is not good, so they are a beat slower than others in terms of language comprehension.

What does this kid mean that his fists are harder than theirs?

After thinking clearly, Brother Meng couldn't help but sigh in his heart, this cultured person pretending to be forced is different.

Brother Meng hurriedly remembered this way of pretending to be forced deeply, and felt that he could use it in the future.

"Yo, boy, you're very good at pretending, but Lao Tzu will soon make you a fool!" Brother Meng smiled and instructed a few younger brothers beside him: "Beat this kid up first, and then catch him and take him away!"

Several muscular hunks surrounded him with bad intentions, and there was a weird smile in his mouth.

One of the muscular men slapped Shen Lang directly and slapped him in the face.

Shen Lang's face was expressionless, and his eyes quickly grabbed the man's fist, pulling and pulling.

"Click!"

With a crisp sound, the man's arm was directly torn off by Shen Lang, and a ghostly wolf howl came out of his mouth.

"him!" another muscular man kicked Shen Lang's waist hard.

Shen Lang was too lazy to hide.

"Boom!"

The guy who kicked Shen Lang gasped, and the huge pain in his leg almost made him fall.

He felt that Shen Lang's waist was as hard as a stone!

"Damn, is this still human?" the dude was stunned.

Shen Lang walked forward slowly, and threw a straight punch, hitting the bridge of the man's nose.

With a "snap", the man's nose bleeded and he fainted directly.

"Waste, fuck him!" Brother Meng roared in hatred.

It's a pity that in less than half a minute, Shen Lang easily solved the five strong men, clapped his hands, and it was as simple as eating and drinking.

"Damn, how is this possible?"

Brother Meng's scalp is numb, this kid is too good, right?

After Shen Lang knocked down these gangsters, he approached the fierce brother led step by step.

Although Brother Meng's IQ is not high, he also knows that it is unlikely that he wants to run, and it is too embarrassing, so he can only fight.

He didn't believe that this kid was really that powerful.

"Death to Lao Tzu!"

A trace of fierceness flashed in Brother Meng's eyes, and he picked up a hammer-like fist and smashed it towards Shen Lang's head.