Women dressed as men: My executive officer is so handsome

“Who are you…?”

Because of shock, Sheng Zhimo's pupils dilated and he staggered in front of the office.

His trembling and powerless voice of questioning could still be heard in the small and medium-sized surroundings.

The boy did not answer, but asked back in his usual tone.

"Who do you want me to be?"

"..."

Sheng Zhimo remained silent, frowned, pursed his lips, and stared at him intently.

It seemed that after a fierce ideological struggle, he finally gave in to the joy in his heart.

"Liao is also you...you are using me...right?"

There was no blame in the words, only regret and loss.

"Yes."

Wang Zi nodded lightly and admitted that Sheng Zhimo was badly hurt.

With red eyes, he tried to suppress the sourness in his nose and said harshly:

"What else do you want to know? What on earth is there in the Sheng family that is worth your concern..."

"I don't want to know anymore."

Wang Zi crossed his arms and smiled indifferently.

"That's it for today."

Sheng Zhimo watched the young man put on his mask neatly, then pushed open the door and turned to leave without any reluctance.

But Sheng Zhimo, who was deeply shocked and traumatized, hesitated for a moment and followed him cowardly.

The young man was seen striding towards the interview waiting area, his fair and handsome hands tightly gripping the short knife at his waist, as if he was ready to fight at any time.

His heart skipped a beat and he quickened his pace.

Wang Zi on this side had already arrived at the door.

He stretched out his foot and kicked the half-open door open.

The door hit the wall with a loud noise, which immediately attracted the killers waiting in the room.

But the moment they saw Wang Zi, the originally restless crowd immediately quieted down again.

That’s great, we all know each other.

Wang Zi sneered, "Find Zong Huang, others can get lost if they don't want to get in the way."

Zong Huang, who was already a little timid, became instantly furious when he was named.

He stood up with his clumsy body and looked around at the fleeing killers, somewhat dumbfounded.

"No, are you all so afraid of death? Isn't he just Liaoye Yixian?!"

It was obvious that everyone ignored him and dispersed, and finally only a few people were left. Zong Huang's confidence and anger were instantly extinguished, and he muttered uneasily.

"Hey... don't run, can you help me?"

"I……"

The words he hadn't said yet were cut off by the sharp knife Wang Zi held against his neck.

Perhaps it was because Liaoye Yixian’s name was too famous, Zong Huang was frightened by Wang Zi’s cold eyes for a moment.

He quickly took a step back, creating a sense of security for himself, and begged for mercy:

"Lord Liaoye... what do you want to ask me for? Just tell me... I'll do my best to help you!"

It’s just right that I don’t have to do it myself.

Wang Zi glanced at him and spoke lightly.

"Hand over everything you have and put it on the ground."

Zong Huang thought for a moment and found that he didn't have anything valuable on him. There was only a broken necklace in his pocket...

Is it possible...

"Oh... I, I don't have anything with me..." he stammered, then turned to look at a tool bag on the seat next to him.

"Um...all my things are in there. If you don't believe me, can you go and take a look?"

There was a gleam in Zong Huang's eyes, but he looked honest and sincere.

Wang Zi naturally didn't believe it, but he still took advantage of the situation, put down his knife and walked over.

As expected, a cold wind blew from behind the next second. Zong Huang found a kitchen knife from somewhere and chopped it directly at the back of Wang Zi's neck.

Sheng Zhimo, who had just entered the room, was startled and shouted:

"Liao Ye!!!"