Captain Leng slipped away to chase his wife again

Ding Siping, the new director of the planning department of Yangyang Game Group, has been living a prosperous life these past few days.

The planning department, which was originally deserted, seemed to become lively overnight, and the contacts were either compliments or inquiries.

Even, in just two or three days, Ding Siping received no less than hundreds of thousands of "bribes".

"Mr. Yang, isn't it too good if this continues?"

Ding Siping put a large stack of paper notes in his hand on Yang Yang's desk, his face was full of uneasiness.

"What's wrong? They give you money, and you just keep it. Take it back and use it as research funding for your department."

Yang Yang said indifferently.

On the computer screen in front of him was a newly launched extreme racing game. As a sports car lover, he fell in love with it after touching it for a while.

Crackling, the keyboard was beating non-stop.

"But, this, isn't it good?"

Ding Siping felt very embarrassed.

He didn't know what was going on, since he became the director, no matter whether he knew him or didn't know him in the company, he would give him money every now and then, and even inquire about the latest development of the game.

The problem is, these are all commercial secrets, even if Ding Siping had 1 guts, he wouldn't dare to betray them!

Even the money he received, if Yang Yang hadn't told him in advance that anyone who came would not be rejected, probably he wouldn't have dared to accept it.

"Mr. Yang, please help me find a way. What should I do now? I can't, really betray company secrets?"

Seeing that Yang Yang was completely immersed in the game and couldn't help himself, Ding Siping was anxious like an ant on a hot pot.

At this time, the extreme racing on the display screen finally came to an end.

"Yay! First! Perfect!"

Yang Yang clenched his fist excitedly, and then looked at Ding Siping: "Sell out company secrets? How dare you do that?"

"I—" Ding Siping was tongue-tied, he came here because he didn't have the guts!
Yang Yang waved his hand: "Okay, okay, I won't tease you anymore. Have you done everything I told you to do before?"

Ding Siping took out a small notebook: "It's all written down. Those who came to give gifts and inquire about the news are all in this notebook."

Yang Yang took the notebook and flipped through it nonchalantly: "Well, not bad. By the way, I just received a message that someone from the capital might come to Jinshi for inspection in these two days. I need your cooperation. Put on a play."

"Act, act?!"

Ding Siping was startled, he is not good at this aspect at all!

"Mr. Yang, can you change someone? I'm not good at acting or something! What if I wear it? What if I wear it?"

Ding Siping was sweating on his anxious forehead.

"What are you panicking about? If I'm right, the person the other party wants to contact the most is you, the head of the planning department. You want me to find someone else? Doesn't our company have a second head of the planning department?"

Yang Yang said angrily.

Ding Siping wiped his sweat: "Mr. Yang, what kind of play is he playing? Can you tell me a little bit first? I, I'm really nervous!"

"Look at you bear!"

Yang Yang glared at him: "It's not particularly difficult. At that time, if anyone in the company wants to introduce you to a distinguished customer, you just have to contact them boldly. If anyone asks about our company's game development, You just have to tell the other party that you researched all of those things alone. But, be careful, don’t say it so cheerfully! You have to know how to control the fire, you know? You have to make the other party feel that it is hard work and hard work. Got this information. Understand?"

Ding Siping had a bitter face: "Well, I, I will try my best."

A smirk suddenly appeared on Yang Yang's face: "Xiao Ding, don't be so sad, you are now the most indispensable member of our company. In the future, there will be more tasks like acting!"

"Ah? What else? Mr. Yang, as the head of the planning department, I'm not mainly acting, am I?"

Ding Siping's eyes widened.

"Hey, what are you talking about? Your main job, of course, is to engage in game development! Acting or something, that's just what the company needs, and only you can do it right now. This is called a part-time job, understandable?"

"Mr. Yang, can I not be the head of the planning department?"

"No! Hurry up and get ready to go! Keep your expression natural, and don't let others see that we still have this private matter!"

Seeing Ding Siping walking out in a daze, Yang Yang couldn't help reminding him.

The corner of Ding Siping's mouth twitched, trying to make his expression look calmer, and then he walked out.

Not long after Ding Siping left, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in."

At this moment, Yang Yang has plunged headlong into a new round of games.

Zeng Gui walked in, saw that he was busy, and waited quietly.

When Yang Yang finished another game, "Boss, I want to ask you for leave."

Taking advantage of this gap, Zeng Gui hurriedly said.

Yang Yang raised his head, saw him, and couldn't help wondering: "Hey, Uncle Zeng, do you want to ask for leave? How long? If it's a long time, who will drive my car?"

"It's not long, it's just two days."

Zeng Gui said cautiously.

"Oh, just two days, okay." Yang Yang nodded.

Seeing that Zeng Gui was still standing still, he was even more puzzled: "Isn't it that you are approved to ask for leave, why don't you leave? Is there something else to do?"

Zeng Gui nodded embarrassedly: "Boss, can you lend me your car for two days?"

"What? You want to borrow a car?"

Yang Yang was stunned.

"Here, what are you borrowing a car for? My sports car is a limited edition. Don't scratch me."

Yang Yang looked nervous, but judging from what he said, he obviously agreed to borrow it.

Zeng Gui was overjoyed: "Thank you boss, I will be back in two days, even with people and cars."

"Understood, go and come back quickly."

Yang Yang waved his hand impatiently.

After Zeng Gui left, Yang Yang rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

Zeng Gui was introduced by Qi Xiaoyu to be his driver. The other party asked for leave and borrowed a car. It's very strange!Could it be Qi Xiaoyu, what's the situation?
The more I thought about it, the more worried I became, so I simply called Qi Xiaoyu.

After chatting with Qi Xiaoyu on the phone, Yang Yang finally understood why Zeng Gui borrowed the car.

Well, this little girl actually opened a teahouse in Kyoto.

Cattle!
Yang Yang admired sincerely.

Lin Qiulan's life has not been easy recently.

"Grandma, grandma, woo--"

Zeng Laibao ran into the yard crying, his clothes were covered with mud and looked dirty.

He wiped the tears on his face with his black hands, wiping one side, and dripping out the other side.

Lin Qiulan was washing a basin of clothes and was busy drying them in the air. When she saw her little grandson running back crying, she raised her heart in her throat: "Bao'er, what did you do? Who bullied you? Come on!" Grandma said."

She wiped her wet hands casually on the hem of her clothes, hugged Zeng Laibao into her arms, and patted her anxiously and distressedly.

"Don't cry, tell grandma, who bullied you?"

Zeng Laibao choked up crying: "Grandma, fly, fly."

"Qi Junfei?"

Lin Qiulan instantly thought of this person.

Zeng Laibao nodded, and the soft sobbing suddenly turned into howling.

"What happened to him?"

Lin Qiulan only felt that her heart was being pulled.

"Fei, Brother Fei hit me and pushed me to the ground. Grandma, it hurts, Bao'er hurts!"

Zeng Laibao burst into tears.

"Let grandma see where it hurts."

When Lin Qiulan lifted Zeng Laibao's clothes and saw the blue and purple scars on his body, a monstrous anger immediately burned.

"Bao'er, you are waiting for grandma at home. Grandma will come back as soon as she goes out. Do you know that you don't go out?"

After giving Zeng Laibao the medicine and coaxing him well, Lin Qiulan instructed him carefully.

Zeng Laibao nodded obediently: "Well, Bao'er listens to grandma."

After gently closing the door of the small courtyard, Lin Qiulan went straight to the next room, and slapped the closed door: "Sun Yumei, is your son here? Tell him to come out!"

"What are you shouting about?!"

Soon, Sun Yumei's voice sounded in the yard.

The door opened a crack, "Yo! Lin Qiulan, why are you crazy?"

Sun Yumei glanced up and down, looking very contemptuous.

Lin Qiulan suppressed the anger in her chest: "Where is your son? Tell him to come out!"

"Why? Want to find fault?"

"Your son beat my grandson and pushed him down. What happened to my son? You didn't tell him to come out, did you? Then tell me, what are you going to do about this?"

Lin Qiulan's face was ashen. She couldn't understand Sun Yumei's defiant look.

"Lin Qiulan, don't think that you are old and everyone will let you go. You said my son beat someone, and he beat someone? Why isn't your good grandson lying?"

"Bao'er never lies!"

"Tch, are you a fool? In this world, there is no child who doesn't lie!"

"Sun Yumei, don't talk too far away with me. Since your son beat someone and won't come out and admit his mistake, then you apologize on his behalf!"

"Sorry? Do you have that face?"

Sun Yumei said disdainfully, and slammed the door shut.

"Sun Yumei, open the door for me! Don't think I can't do anything about you if you hide in the yard!"

Lin Qiulan said angrily.

"Whatever, if you have the ability, you open the door and talk."

Sun Yumei was indifferent.

Facing the closed door, Lin Qiulan trembled with anger.

"Sun Yumei, you haven't figured out what your son's virtues are? If he was good, would your arm look like it is now? You're still spoiling him, aren't you afraid that he will treat you even worse in the future? !"

In the yard, as soon as Lin Qiulan mentioned her arm, Sun Yumei's anger suddenly came up.

The gate of the courtyard was pulled open: "Lin Qiulan, you old godly woman, if you say something nonsense again, believe it or not, I will paste your mouth on you!"

Sun Yumei rushed out of the door, pointed at Lin Qiulan's nose and cursed.

Lin Qiulan came here with anger. At this time, it is even more impossible to show weakness: "Sun Yumei, my grandson is doing well, and he hasn't provoked your son. Why should he bully my grandson? If it happens once or twice, I will be magnanimous. He cares about it. But how many times has this happened? Has it happened eight out of ten times? Does Bao’er owe your son something? Should we be bullied if we co-authored it?”

Sun Yumei sneered: "What does my son like to do? I care so much about it? But you, an old godly woman, dared to curse my son just now. Don't think that because I only have one hand, I dare not do it to you!"

Saying that, he dragged a broom from behind the door and was about to greet Lin Qiulan.

"Sun Yumei, you're still being unreasonable!"

Lin Qiulan couldn't help but took a step back, and said angrily at the same time.

"I'm unreasonable, do you care? Get out of here! Get out of here immediately! Let me tell you, don't talk about my son, just your little grandson, if he dares to take a step out, my mother broke his leg !"

"You, you dare!"

"Why don't you dare! Watch once and hit once!"

"Sun Yumei, is your heart dark?!"

Lin Qiulan's face turned pale with anger.

"My heart is dark, you know? Get out now! If you don't get out, I'll do it!"

Just like that, Sun Yumei swung her broom and forced Lin Qiulan back abruptly. Seeing the tears on her grandson Zeng Laibao's face, she couldn't help feeling sad.

In just a few months, the Qi family seemed to be determined to be right with him, stumbling him every now and then, not to mention that even a small person like his grandson would be punished by them. The poisonous hands!
How can I live like this!

At this moment, Lin Qiulan missed her son Zeng Gui very much in her heart.

"Grandma, don't be sad, Bao'er doesn't hurt anymore."

The sensible Zeng Laibao comforted Lin Qiulan in turn.

"Bao'er, you have been wronged."

Lin Qiulan blamed herself very much. She wanted to get an explanation for her grandson, but in the end, Sun Yumei turned her back. When she thought of this, she gritted her teeth in hatred, but there was nothing she could do.

"Sister Qiulan! Sister Qiulan! Hurry up! Your son is back!"

Outside the door, a familiar voice came.