Chapter 125： Playboy and Serious 11 ┃ Zhuang Li: Uncle, where is my reward? (1/2)

When Zhuang Li sent the video, Zong Zhengming was in a meeting.

He set a special tone for the little curly hair, so he immediately realized who was harassing him.

His hands went to his pockets uncontrollably, and he had to hold back under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, but he was no longer in the mood to handle official business.

After finally getting to the end of the meeting, he immediately took out his mobile phone to check, and found that the message was not text or voice, but a video, and a faint joy burst out in his heart.

He had to admit that after only a few hours of not seeing each other, his longing for Little Curly Hair was so strong that he couldn't suppress it.

He instructed the secretary not to disturb him, locked the door of the office, and opened the video with a nervous and cautious mood.

What jumped into view was not the face of Little Curly Hair who was smiling all the time, but Zhuang Han who signed a pile of documents with his head down. What to see here!

Zong Zhengming's nervous and throbbing heart sank immediately, and all the anticipation and joy in his eyes vanished.

Then, the cover of the contract was magnified by the camera, and a line of bold characters appeared - "Agreement on the Grant of Shares for Free".

What's happening here?

Zong Zhengming frowned.

The camera flickered, and the beautiful face of the little curly hair finally appeared on the screen. The long and narrow eyes were curved into a crescent shape, the dark pupils were shining brightly, the red lips were slightly upturned, and the smile was sweet and well-behaved.

Today, his voice was not deliberately lowered or long, but softly and crisply.

"...Should you give me a little reward?" How much does this sound like an invitation for credit, and how much like a spoiled child? Who would say this without trusting and relying on a person 100%?

After the picture was frozen, Zong Zhengming's breathing and heartbeat also stopped involuntarily. After a long time, he slowly let out a breath, closed his eyes, covered his chest with a wry smile and whispered: "I can give you anything you want!"

However, he did not record this sentence and send it out. It took a long time for him to edit and reply with two words that were extremely restrained—[Be good. 】

When Zhuang Li received these two words, he was standing on the top floor of "Cambrian", overlooking the embarrassed figure of Zhuang Han carrying a cardboard box and staggering towards the parking lot.

7480 complained: "The gods of this world are so cold!"

However, Zhuang Li chuckled: "You don't understand. It's all serious and serious. The less you say, the more intense the inner conflict will be."

He lowered his head and returned a line of text: [What dream did you have last night? 】

Zong Zhengming, who was waiting nervously: "..."

He really didn't know how to reply to this message. If he didn't reply, he was afraid that Little Curly Hair would lose interest and didn't want to chat with him anymore.

While struggling, another line of words popped up on the screen: [Did you dream of "smoking a cigar"? 】

The use of double quotes is subtle.

Zong Zhengming stared blankly at the screen of the phone, as if his heart was not fluctuating, but his ears were like two soldering irons, so red that they were about to smoke.

After careful consideration, he had to interrupt the conversation and put down the phone, but his heart was filled with feelings of loss, throbbing, and longing.

He was really driven crazy by the little curly hair!

Zhuang Li waited quietly for a long time without receiving any reply, then put the phone back in his trouser pocket.

7480 murmured in disbelief: "Master, are you sure that the gods are just serious? I think he is really cold, and he ignores you!"

In response to it was Zhuang Li's extremely pleasant low smile.

Without invading the network to monitor his lover's every move, he can already outline the scene of the other person's ears being red, his inner struggle and his body hot.

cold? That is impossible.

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Zhuang Li is a man of his word. After he got the absolute control of "Cambrian", he found someone to clear the relationship and get Zhuang Jincheng out.

Of course, the crime of misappropriation of funds is a public prosecution case, and it is impossible to withdraw the lawsuit or settle out of court. If Zhuang Jincheng wants to be given a lighter punishment and a suspended sentence, he must fill the remaining 400 million loopholes.

The shareholders who once supported him have now turned to Zhuang Li; several high-ranking officials who supported him are still in the police station, and will definitely go to jail in the future.

Zhuang Jincheng originally thought that yesterday's car accident was his most difficult moment, but after only ten hours, his life suddenly fell from the peak to the bottom, and all the glory and wealth had turned into the past. Awakened nightmare.

When he walked out of the detention center and stood in the neon light and shadow, for some unknown reason, Zhuang Jincheng suddenly thought of his eldest son.

He did everything he could to suppress Zhuang Li, and even resorted to cold violence, but the other party never expressed any protests, and only intensified his efforts to spend the day outside.

One day at breakfast, he saw his son's lace news in the newspaper, and he said to his wife Liao Xiujing with emotion: "This child is a waste, and it will be like this all his life, he can't compare to our little cold."

Liao Xiujing giggled, while he showed a satisfied look.

He thought that the old man Shao had abandoned this child, but in the blink of an eye, Zhuang Li turned into a beast that eats people, whoever catches and bites, is cruel and ruthless.

Is Xiaohan making him anxious? Did Mr. Shao's death finally make him unbearable? If you don't provoke him, you won't end up like this, right?

Zhuang Jincheng lowered his head, looked at the two bruises and bruises on his wrist, and suddenly felt a burst of pain.

This bruise was left by the handcuffs. He never imagined that one day he would be locked in an iron chair and be reprimanded, questioned and humiliated like a dog. At that moment, he lost all dignity.

"Dad, I'm here to pick you up. What's wrong with your hand? Do you want to buy some stasis cream?" Zhuang Han strode over.

Zhuang Jincheng looked straight at his younger son, lowered his voice and asked sharply, "You did Zhuang Li's car accident, right? You also killed Mr. Shao?"

Zhuang Han pulled him hard and said solemnly, "I'll take you home."

He avoided answering, which was an indirect admission.

Zhuang Jincheng waited for the car to leave the detention center before he spoke fiercely: "I will help you take all the charges, are you satisfied now?"