The demon master was beaten up

Jiang Zitao dragged Lu Wenjie to the top floor of Muyun Pavilion. After opening the door, he unceremoniously threw Lu Wenjie to the ground. "Lao Luo! I brought him to you!" After that, he quickly turned and left, as if he didn't want to stay even a moment longer. After all, a drunken Luo Shujun was really something to avoid.

Lu Wenjie, like a naughty puppy, lay straight on the ground, motionless, muttering to himself: Playing dead! Playing dead! I just want to play dead!

At this moment, he had made up his mind that no matter what happened, he would maintain this posture as still as a mountain.

Luo Shujun's face flushed red as if blood was dripping out, and his deep eyes stared at Du Wenjie, as if he wanted to see through him. He slowly squatted down and approached Lu Wenjie: "Little Lu! Do you still remember the oath you took when you joined the Young Pioneers?"

However, Lu Wenjie closed his eyes tightly, remained motionless, and continued to pretend to be dead!

Seeing this, Luo Shujun did not get angry, but slowly pulled over a stool and sat next to Lu Wenjie.

He suddenly reached out and gently stroked Lu Wenjie's head, his tone full of teasing: "Mr. Lu! Maybe you've forgotten things that happened so long ago, but what about what happened recently? You are a good young man with a good family background! You can't do this! So I decided to give you a good lesson in ideology and morality today!"

Having said that, Luo Shujun paused, then emphasized his tone and said: "I'll count to three. If you don't get up and sit down to listen to the class, then you will bear the consequences! One... two..." As he spoke, he slapped Lu Wenjie's cheek with a crisp and loud sound.

Lu Wenjie froze, his heart sinking. He quickly got up from the ground, his face as pale as paper, his body trembling uncontrollably, his voice stammering, "Uncle...Uncle! I was wrong! I really know I was wrong! I shouldn't have given Young Master Qin those tricks!"

Luo Shujun's eyes were blurry and his steps were staggering, clearly drunk. But his tone was unusually serious, even carrying a hint of coldness and authority: "No! You're not wrong! It's not your actions that are wrong, it's your thoughts! One... Two...!"

Luo Shujun's words hit Lu Wenjie's heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel unprecedented pressure. He stared at Luo Shujun with wide eyes, his heart filled with fear.

However, before Luo Shujun could count to three, Lu Wenjie had already sat down on the sofa like a frightened rabbit, not daring to move. He lowered his head, clasped his hands tightly together, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Luo Shujun earnestly taught Lu Wenjie from evening till late at night, and Lu Wenjie listened obediently. In the second half of the night, Luo Shujun was so engrossed in his teaching that he fell asleep first.

At this moment, Lu Wenjie's heart was already filled with tears, as if a vast ocean was surging deep in his heart.

It turns out that Luo Shujun's childhood dream was to become a glorious people's teacher, but because the family business needed him to inherit, he eventually chose to study finance. However, deep down in his heart, he still longed to become a teacher, especially a teacher of ideology and morality.

Whenever Luo Shujun got drunk, he would eagerly teach anyone he met a moral lesson. This happened so many times that people who knew him later were afraid to let him drink again, for fear of being caught by him.

Lu Wenjie thought to himself: What sin have I committed? Why do I have to suffer this torture? He looked at Luo Shujun who was sleeping soundly, his heart filled with bitterness and helplessness.

The next morning, Luo Shujun woke up slowly, rubbed his eyes, and saw a man sleeping on the table.

Luo Shujun was immediately confused: Who is this? Why is he here?

Luo Shujun shook his head to wake himself up, then gently pushed the man: "Hey! Why are you sleeping here?"

Lu Wenjie, who was woken up, opened his eyes dazedly. Looking at the person in front of him, his mind suddenly went blank and he was completely stunned. After a while, he came to his senses and remembered what happened last night.

He quickly stood up, straightened his clothes, and stood properly: "Uncle! Do you have any other instructions?"

Luo Shujun looked at Lu Wenjie blankly: "Wenjie? You...what did I ask you to do?"

Lawrence Lu panicked, but he pretended to be calm and waved his hands repeatedly, saying, “No! I just came here to play with my friends, but I accidentally walked into the wrong room.”

After saying this, he ran as if there was an evil ghost chasing him, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Luo Shujun was left alone, still thinking about what had just happened. He sighed. These little brats, why are they so unstable? When will they really grow up?

He walked out of the room. Jiang Zitao leaned against the corner, smiling meaningfully.

Luo Shujun suddenly realized: "Zitao! Did I..."

Jiang Zitao's smile grew wider, and he gave Luo Shujun a thumbs-up: "You're amazing! I bet Wenjie will have nightmares for a long time!"

Luo Shujun scratched his forehead and walked away with a dark face!

Watching Luo Shujun leave, Jiang Zitao couldn't help but laugh out loud, thinking that this kid was really interesting. But then again, what happened last night was indeed very impressive.

Recalling the scene last night, Jiang Zitao couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect Luo Shujun to be so talkative after getting drunk! Perhaps it was because he drank too much, but he, who usually looked gentle and refined, turned out to be so bold and uninhibited.

Jiang Zitao smiled and shook his head, thinking that he would definitely find an opportunity to tease Luo Shujun in the future. After all, such a rare opportunity couldn't be let go so easily.

Luo Shujun, who had already walked away, was now scowling. He muttered to himself as he walked, "How could I have done such a thing? It's so embarrassing!" He hoped Wenjie wouldn't tell anyone about this, otherwise he wouldn't know how to face them. Thinking of this, Luo Shujun quickened his pace, wanting to escape this embarrassing place as quickly as possible.

Luo Shujun arrived at the company office and had just sat down when he received a message reminder on WeChat on his mobile phone.

It was sent by Jiang Zitao, and a video file was attached.

Luo Shujun clicked on it and saw that it was a video captured from the surveillance video last night.

The girl in the picture is wearing a security uniform and making a scissors gesture towards the surveillance camera.

Luo Shujun watched the video, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

Then he turned off the phone screen, put it back in his pocket, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and began to think about how to deal with this matter next.