Chapter 8 President: After all, I am not a devil
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Yi Wu Er Bai
748: "The strategy value is increased by 10%, and the strategy progress is 21%."
Su Bei felt that Feng Xinglang was really arrogant, and his strategy value had risen so high, so he said he wouldn't be taken in.
He moved his position, blocked the door, and said in a rascal way: "If you don't take me in, I won't get up."
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang glanced at a cigarette butt at Su Bei's feet, and asked inexplicably, "Are you smoking?"
Su Bei's heart skipped a beat. Between lying and being honest, he chose honesty.
He looked at Feng Xinglang flatteringly, "I was too sleepy, so I smoked one to refresh myself."
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, his tone became a little dangerous, "Did I tell you that if I see you smoking again..."
Su Bei immediately swore, "No more, never again! This is the last time!"
Feng Xinglang didn't believe him, it seemed that if he didn't teach this little liar a lesson, he wouldn't have a long memory.
He opened the door and said, "Come in."
Su Bei's eyes lit up, and he entered the room successfully!
Feng Xinglang looked at the embarrassed Su Bei and frowned, with a strong dislike on his brows, "Clean yourself up."
Su Bei, who had achieved his goal, was in a good mood, and happily went to take a bath.
After taking a shower, Su Bei went downstairs in his pajamas.
Since the pajamas belonged to Feng Xinglang, Su Bei wore them so loosely that they were dragged to the ground.
He saw Feng Xinglang lowered his head and was seriously putting the cigarettes on the table one by one.
The whole person exudes an elegant temperament.
But for some reason, Su Bei had the urge to run away.
Feng Xinglang turned his head and glanced at Su Bei's limp hair, "Smoke up these cigarettes tonight."
Su Bei took a deep breath, there were at least ten packs of cigarettes, and he would die if he smoked them all!
The corners of Feng Xinglang's mouth were slightly curved, like a devil, "Since you like smoking, then you can smoke as much as you want at once."
Su Bei took a step back, "I don't like it! I won't smoke again! Really!"
Feng Xinglang looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, clearly he didn't do anything, but it made Su Bei's legs weak in fear.
His slender fingers played with the lighter without urging him, as if watching a dying puppy.
Su Bei swallowed, and walked over resignedly.
Feng Xinglang thoughtfully lit a cigarette and handed it to Su Bei, who took it with trembling hands.
That night, Su Bei was forced to smoke one cigarette after another, until he was desperate.
And Feng Xinglang took the trouble to help him light cigarettes time and time again.
Su Bei vomited before Feng Xinglang put out the cigarettes on the table.
Su Bei hugged the toilet and vomited.
Feng Xinglang leaned against the door with his arms folded, like a demon, "Are you still smoking?"
Su Bei said in a hoarse voice, "Stop smoking, stop smoking!"
Feng Xinglang smiled viciously, "What if I smoke again?"
Su Bei wanted to cry, "I'll kill myself!"
Feng Xinglang smiled in a low voice, "I'm not a devil, if there is a next time, which hand touches the cigarette, then chop that hand off."
Su Bei hugged his hand reflexively, just thinking about it hurts.
When Feng Xinglang went back to his room to sleep, he couldn't help touching Su Bei's head.
Su Bei's hair was as soft as Feng Xinglang imagined, "Cheng Xiaoxiao will come over tomorrow, let her do what the servant should do."
Su Bei nodded, and floated back to his room like a wandering spirit.
Feng Xinglang thought, this little liar should have a longer memory.
As soon as Su Bei lay down on the bed, the mechanical sound of 748 sounded, "The strategy value has increased by 4%, and the current strategy progress is 25%."
Su Bei, who was like a salted fish, turned over and burst into tears.
The strategy is not easy, but it can be done and cherished.
Su Bei felt that Feng Xinglang was really arrogant, and his strategy value had risen so high, so he said he wouldn't be taken in.
He moved his position, blocked the door, and said in a rascal way: "If you don't take me in, I won't get up."
Suddenly, Feng Xinglang glanced at a cigarette butt at Su Bei's feet, and asked inexplicably, "Are you smoking?"
Su Bei's heart skipped a beat. Between lying and being honest, he chose honesty.
He looked at Feng Xinglang flatteringly, "I was too sleepy, so I smoked one to refresh myself."
Feng Xinglang narrowed his eyes, his tone became a little dangerous, "Did I tell you that if I see you smoking again..."
Su Bei immediately swore, "No more, never again! This is the last time!"
Feng Xinglang didn't believe him, it seemed that if he didn't teach this little liar a lesson, he wouldn't have a long memory.
He opened the door and said, "Come in."
Su Bei's eyes lit up, and he entered the room successfully!
Feng Xinglang looked at the embarrassed Su Bei and frowned, with a strong dislike on his brows, "Clean yourself up."
Su Bei, who had achieved his goal, was in a good mood, and happily went to take a bath.
After taking a shower, Su Bei went downstairs in his pajamas.
Since the pajamas belonged to Feng Xinglang, Su Bei wore them so loosely that they were dragged to the ground.
He saw Feng Xinglang lowered his head and was seriously putting the cigarettes on the table one by one.
The whole person exudes an elegant temperament.
But for some reason, Su Bei had the urge to run away.
Feng Xinglang turned his head and glanced at Su Bei's limp hair, "Smoke up these cigarettes tonight."
Su Bei took a deep breath, there were at least ten packs of cigarettes, and he would die if he smoked them all!
The corners of Feng Xinglang's mouth were slightly curved, like a devil, "Since you like smoking, then you can smoke as much as you want at once."
Su Bei took a step back, "I don't like it! I won't smoke again! Really!"
Feng Xinglang looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, clearly he didn't do anything, but it made Su Bei's legs weak in fear.
His slender fingers played with the lighter without urging him, as if watching a dying puppy.
Su Bei swallowed, and walked over resignedly.
Feng Xinglang thoughtfully lit a cigarette and handed it to Su Bei, who took it with trembling hands.
That night, Su Bei was forced to smoke one cigarette after another, until he was desperate.
And Feng Xinglang took the trouble to help him light cigarettes time and time again.
Su Bei vomited before Feng Xinglang put out the cigarettes on the table.
Su Bei hugged the toilet and vomited.
Feng Xinglang leaned against the door with his arms folded, like a demon, "Are you still smoking?"
Su Bei said in a hoarse voice, "Stop smoking, stop smoking!"
Feng Xinglang smiled viciously, "What if I smoke again?"
Su Bei wanted to cry, "I'll kill myself!"
Feng Xinglang smiled in a low voice, "I'm not a devil, if there is a next time, which hand touches the cigarette, then chop that hand off."
Su Bei hugged his hand reflexively, just thinking about it hurts.
When Feng Xinglang went back to his room to sleep, he couldn't help touching Su Bei's head.
Su Bei's hair was as soft as Feng Xinglang imagined, "Cheng Xiaoxiao will come over tomorrow, let her do what the servant should do."
Su Bei nodded, and floated back to his room like a wandering spirit.
Feng Xinglang thought, this little liar should have a longer memory.
As soon as Su Bei lay down on the bed, the mechanical sound of 748 sounded, "The strategy value has increased by 4%, and the current strategy progress is 25%."
Su Bei, who was like a salted fish, turned over and burst into tears.
The strategy is not easy, but it can be done and cherished.
