The President Is Always Getting Slapped in the Face

Old articles have been moved, and the entire article has been overhauled. The original version is published exclusively in Jinjiang. All versions circulating on the Internet are pirated. Any comments and complaints related to piracy will not be accepted. The full text of this article is free. Clicking to favorites is the greatest support for the original version. Thank you! [Defensely natural country bumpkin shou vs. Face-slapping professional CEO shou] The first time I saw a country bumpkin, Zheng Xuan firmly believed that he would not marry him. Get the certificate and live under the same roof, Zheng Xuan firmly believed that he would not sleep with him. Lying on the bed with my wife in my arms, Zheng Xuan touched his swollen face and said: It smells so good! Reading Guide 1. In the year of double purity, marriage first, love later, abo setting 2. Brainless cookies, no abuse in the whole text 3. The old text from six years ago has been rewritten and moved. There are many changes. All settings are subject to the new version. --The serial next door, "Professional loser's eyes widen when he sees money" -- [Money-greedy and stingy vs. Yinqing and uncertain money-maker] As a professional loser, Fang Yuan will follow the code of conduct to the end. Whoever paid the highest price would work for him, and he was sweet-talking and hard-working, so he became very popular in the circle of the second generation ancestor. Until he was approached by the eldest son of the Lu family. Facing the handsome and wealthy Lu Heng, Fang Yuan smiled flatteringly: "What are your orders, Mr. Lu?" Lu Heng: "I heard that you are good at being a dog licker?" Fang Yuan politely corrected: "It's a dog's leg." Lu Heng opened the box full of banknotes: "They are all the same." Fang Yuan immediately rubbed his hands: "It's the same, it's the same." Although Lu Heng was generous, he had a bad temper and was unstable, like a psychopath. Fortunately, Fang Yuan is a dog-legger with professional ethics. He tried his best to find out Lu Heng's temper and became more and more comfortable in his dog-leg job. Just when I was thinking that it would be good to just serve Young Master Lu alone, I turned around and bumped into a group of second-generation ancestors who were talking about their crush on the male god Song Jingran. It turns out that Lu Heng only came to him because of a bet on "who can make Fang Yuan fall in love with someone else?" Fang Yuan hid in the corner and touched his chin. While he was wondering why his secret crush was known to everyone, he secretly cursed that he couldn't even look down on these guys! Until his eyes turned to the man in the middle, Fang Yuan suppressed the strangeness in his heart and comforted himself. After all, he was paid to do things, and it was taboo to show true feelings in their profession. The next second, Lu Heng's thin lips parted slightly: "Did I say I wanted to make a bet with you?" Fang Yuan almost stopped the steps he wanted to take, his heart beating violently. Lu Heng added: "It depends on the owner when beating a dog. Don't let me hear you talking about him again." Hearing this, Fang Yuan clenched his fists that had just been released. He knew that there was no way he would be attracted to Lu Heng! Small theater: Fang Yuan, who had the idea of running away, was blocked at the door. Lu Heng smiled half-heartedly: "Take off your clothes." Fang Yuan covered his chest: "Boss, I don't just open my eyes when I see money!" Lu Heng snorted coldly, opened his school uniform jacket, and fell out a pile of diamonds, jewelry, and luxury car keys: "If you don't want to do it, you have to refund the money cleanly, classmate Fang." Fang Yuan looked at his confiscated small treasury and shed two tears of lasagna: "I'll do it, I'll do it! Isn't it okay if I do it?" Intention: Everything is the best arrangement