Faced with this unreserved problem, Zhou Rui tried hard to open his throat, then turned his gaze to the secretary beside him. He happened to find the secretary looking at him. Then he shouted angrily: "Look! Don't rush to give me that bastard and call me over!"

The secretary jumped up, nodded quickly, and hurriedly walked towards the office door. Obviously, the scene was under great pressure from him.

Zhou Rui's eyes turned again and saw the successful pony rolling on the ground. He became even more angry and cursed: "You are here! You! Wow! Not rude enough! Don't worry!"

The voice did not stop. His face was filled with flattering smiles. He said to Xu Haishan: "Brother Xu, please, I will send someone to bring that bastard. What can we talk about when he comes?"

He lowered his head and looked at Ye Feng Asheng, saying that Benga was too much and was not afraid. He said respectfully: "Little brother, please rest assured, I will give you a satisfactory account today."

Zhou Rui knew that he had to make a choice today. At least under the current circumstances, he was not more qualified to resist. I am a fish, for the sake of a knife. Even if he could avoid trouble today in his own way, he could still give such a powerful person a wink, and the future would definitely not be better!

Zhou Rui reached out to eat the sweat on his forehead, sat down with palpitations, and said politely: "I have a misunderstanding, please don't worry, Zhou Rui will still handle it!"

No matter Xu Haishan or Cha Feng, no one cares about him and doesn't bother to communicate with him too much. Ye Fenghuang sat quietly on the sofa, waiting for Zhou Zheming. Zhou Zheming had never met before and asked him for help.

After a bad meal, Zhou Rui did not give up his heart and continued, "Brother Xu, I heard that the house in the west of the city is interested in starting construction, which is not as good as ours..."

Xu Haishan interrupted him directly: "I came here today for private matters, not for business."

His face was green and white, but Zhou Rui didn't realize that Xu Haishan wouldn't let his face go like this. His voice and eyes were filled with flames, but when he saw Ye Feng Asheng sitting there, he swallowed immediately.

Impossible! You can't defeat others! Zhou Rui, a mixed-race black man, knows Big Fist better than anyone else. If not, he wouldn't have spent a lot of money to raise so many pony!

After a while, the clouds outside the window floated by several times, and there was a slight sound of footsteps in Ye Feng's ears. He looked at the closed office door a little crookedly.

The sound of footsteps, especially the unique taste of high heels under a charming secretary's feet, has been on the verge of spiritual beauty for a week, and is usually crisp.

Every day, one step, he was nervous. At the same time, he kept watching Ye Feng Asheng and Xu Haishan, trying to predict his son's fate from their woods.

"dad."

His legs and stomach were weak. Zhou Zheming finally pushed open the door and walked in. Obviously, he used to know the environment from a secretary. Now he was pale and trembling all over. He didn't dare to see the tea phoenix sitting at the moment.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly stood up from the table. Zhou Rui walked quickly towards Zhou Zheming. He raised his hand, like a clear palm on the bright ground. He ruthlessly crushed it. He didn't hate it very much. He bent down and tied up his son. He said coldly: "I'll ask you, why are you looking for someone to cut off Brother Cha's hand?"

Blood sprinkled on the corner of his mouth. Zhou Zheming was confused. He looked up at his father in a daze. His father usually took care of himself. He whispered: "He, I have some conflicts with him at school."

Then he seemed to react. He stretched out his wise hand for a week, pointed at Ye Feng and said loudly: "He hit me!"

At the same time, his eyes were round and he stared at Ye Feng's voice: "You dare say you didn't hit me."

Too fast.

From Ye Feng Asheng's hand to his arm, to his retreat from the Sanshe, Zhou Zheming's loud and howling, this series of actions took place within a few seconds.

The bleeding from the fallen arm and dyed the ground black and red, Zhou Zheming felt that his left arm had lost his intuition. Next was the pain caused by nerves and muscle tissue at the same time.

While resting between the curtain, red and black blood was still surging, and Zhou Zheming, who was obsessed with catharsis, was soon covered with blood.

"I'm going to kill you! You bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Zhou Zheming's face was pale due to panic and blood loss, but after a brief hysteria, he had already held the wound and cried wildly at Ye Feng's voice.

Zhou Rui also responded amid the deafening cry. He looked at his son's broken arm on the ground. His face was gloomy. He didn't want to do anything. He would act like this now. His son fell an arm because of these strange things.

But now his own people have no way to deal with Xu Haishan and Ye Feng Asheng, and I will give him more hatred.

"Brother, you've gone too far!"

He looked at Ye Feng Asheng calmly, and the children in his eyes were wiped off. He swallowed, mumbled, and even took the initiative to call his son to solve the problem. In the end, he turned his only son into a disabled person.

At this time, a middle-aged man from a black family recovered his original blood, which he could not accept.

"All right?"

He did not see Ye Feng Asheng's voice, but asked for an arm. Of course, I should also ask for an arm. But why didn't I succeed? He didn't succeed.

right.

It's the same. It's just one success and one failure. But the result is goodbye!

"I thought you came to me for a confession," Zhou Rui whispered. I didn't expect you to think so from the beginning! You wanted to incapacitate my son from the beginning!"

Too lazy to communicate with him too much, Ye Feng Asheng just looked at him gently.

From the beginning, Xu Bo was himself, speaking and doing the same thing. He did not accept bargaining, let alone concessions.

If Zhou Zheming wants his own hands, he must have his own hands. This is natural and necessary.

Zhou Rui could only remain silent. He held his son and said to Xu Haishan in front of Ye Feng Asheng: "Are you satisfied with this account? They all said you want me to help!"

Xu Haishan finally stood up. He was not afraid of the childishness in front of him. He gave Ye Feng a wink, and opened his mouth to warn: "If you don't believe it, you will be back yesterday."

Speaking of this, he just turned around and went out with Cha Feng's voice.

I didn't know why when I passed by the pale-faced secretary at the door, but Cha Fenghuang's voice said that it was from her eyes that she read some joy of revenge.

It was strange, but he didn't want that much. Instead, he walked straight to the office for a week.

"Quick! Hurry up! Call and take Zhemin to the hospital!

In the office, Zhou Rui held the ground and lost too much blood. At this time, he gently rushed to his son who was about to fall into a coma, living in his broken arms on the ground, shouting loudly.

"Yes, boss."

At this moment, the secretary outside the door hurried over, dialed the phone on the table, and dismissed the phone line if he didn't like it...

On the way back, Xu Haishan's face was so nervous that it was half-dead. It did not help Cha Feng condemn the stimulation of justice, but instead had a bit of seriousness and heavy taste.

"Fengsheng, are you still angry?"

Suddenly, Cha Feng's voice was startled. After a very punctual moment, it was sweating!

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