100 ways to be a scumbag boss

The man sat down shivering, his back covered with cold sweat.

"Open the door, I know you are inside." The voice of "Yuan Dahai" outside became more and more pleasant.

The people in the room were trembling like Tang Monk who had been circled by Sun Wukong, and they didn't dare to move!

There was a "timid" person who was so scared that he cried, but he didn't dare to cry loudly. He bit his hand and sobbed violently.

Everyone gathered together, feeling desperate and scared.

After a while there was another knock on the door: "Dad, dad, are you here?"

A boss suddenly stood up.

This is the voice of his "daughter"!

"Dad, it's so dark and scary outside. Dad, please open the door and let me in."

The man moved forward to open the door uncontrollably.

He was held tightly by several other people.

"Don't, don't go, this is not your daughter, it's fake, fake!"

About half an hour later, the things outside probably knew they wouldn't be fooled, so they stopped showing mercy. The monster laughed twice and started to bang on the door.

Use something similar to an ax to hit the door handle.

But there is a light layer of yellow energy on it, and no matter how many times it hits it, it remains impregnable.

The only thing that has been hit is the psychology of the group of people inside. I am afraid they will have nightmares for a lifetime. This is too scary. Master, come back quickly!

Fortunately, there are many of us. If I encountered such a situation at home alone, I would be really scared to death.

When Jin Huan came back, these ghosts were still blocking the door.

One by one, they rushed towards her without fear of death.

Jin Huan sneered and poured the newly purchased bottle of Nongfu Spring at them.

The sizzling sound of grilled meat.

The first thing she did was make them fly away.

After opening the door, the people inside saw Jin Huan as if he were a living parent, horribly enthusiastic and frighteningly attentive.

"Okay, let's go back."

But how could they dare to go back this late at night? Yuan Dahai could only take out the quilts and let them go to the study room and sleep for a while.

When she returned to the room and got into bed, she remembered that she hadn't looked at her phone all night. Sure enough, there were more than ten missed calls, and Jian Qizhao's messages were about to explode, showing 99+

How can he not be anxious if his girlfriend disappears all night?

When she saw that the time was already past one o'clock, she tentatively dialed a number for him. He answered within two seconds, as if she was guarding her cell phone.

"Hey, Huan'er, are you okay? What have you been doing? Why don't you reply to my message? Do you know how anxious I am!" Jian Qizhao almost went crazy tonight. If Jinhuan doesn't reply to the message, he will come. Yuan Dahai's family is looking for her.

"I went to the countryside to take care of some things. I just came back and my phone was muted."

"So you're back now?"

"Well, just got back."

"Huan'er, I feel so uncomfortable. I want to see you."

"what should we do then?"

"I'm coming to your house now. Is your uncle sleeping? Can I sneak in?"

"Well, let's do it tomorrow, it's so late now."

"Huan'er, I miss you."

"Okay, then you come."

Jian Qizhao didn't even take off his clothes, which made him anxious tonight.

The two sides were not far apart, and he arrived in less than 10 minutes. Jinhuan swiped his card and asked him to take the elevator up.

The two quietly walked towards the room.

Jian Qizhao didn't dare to take off her leather shoes outside, so she carried them into her room. She closed the door and gently locked it.

The man hugged her, his voice full of grievance: "I've been worried about you all night, you heartless little guy."

"I'm sorry for making my Zhao Zhao worry."

The two of them spoke very quietly for fear of being heard outside.

He lowered his head and kissed her lips, feeling his heart drop.

She leaned in his arms obediently.

She had just taken a simple shower, and the thin nightgown she was wearing was no different than she was wearing nothing.

Her fingertips fell on the two deep waist hollows, and with a gentle pressure, she weakly gave him her weight.

Jian Qizhao touched the switch on the wall with one hand and turned off the light.

He held her in his arms and pressed her against the door panel little by little.

"Huan'er, take out the wealth from my pocket." He said in a hoarse voice against her ear.

Jinhuan reached into his pocket and found a small plastic Fuqiang inside.

Jian Qizhao tore open the small package and whispered softly, coaxing gently: "Be good, Huan'er, put it on for me."

[Wealthy 1000] [To be successful in life, you must have fun]

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