Mo Buchue left the CEO’s office.
At the doorway of the office, two n in suits imdiately bowed to Mo Buchue as a gesture of respect.
The mont he stepped out of the office, Mo Buchue’s expression suddenly turned gloomy. His handso and debonair face was as dark as water, keeping others at a distance.
A skinny man with red hair appeared in front of Mo Buchue, smiling as he said, "Young Master is in a bad mood. Feel free to vent on ."
With that, the red-haired skinny man turned around, and Mo Buchue didn’t hesitate to kick him in the buttocks, sending him flying.
The skinny man deliberately staggered a few steps before falling to the ground. His acting wasn’t great, but in his view, it didn’t matter whether his acting was good or not. As long as it slightly improved the Young Master’s mood, he had fulfilled his greatest purpose.
This was the primary reason he was assigned to stay by Mo Buchue’s side.
Just like the relationship between a dog and its master.
When the master is upset, the dog also gets beaten. But if the master is happy, then the dog might get a bone, or sotis even at, which is an indescribably good thing.
The skinny man admitted that he was a dog by Mo Buchue’s side, and there was no sha in that. Many people would love to be the Young Master’s dog, but none have succeeded.
However, when the skinny man turned back to look, Mo Buchue’s face was still dark, not showing any sign of joy. He didn’t dare to smile anymore, quickly put away his smile, got up from the ground, and approached Mo Buchue cautiously.
Mo Buchue glanced at him and coldly said, "Hong San, why haven’t you gotten lost yet?"
Hong San, "Young Master, it’s just... I understand you have concerns, but being angry won’t solve anything. How about this, I’ll take a trip and deal with that Fang Yi..."
As he spoke, a murderous glint flashed in Hong San’s eyes, and he made a slicing motion across his throat.
But in the next mont, Mo Buchue got even angrier and suddenly slapped Hong San across the face, leaving a bright red handprint. Blood even seeped from Hong San’s skin.
Although Mo Buchue appeared to be a refined gentleman on the surface, very few people knew that Mo Buchue was, in fact, a Martial Artist.
The murderous glint in Hong San’s eyes disappeared, replaced by fear. He imdiately dropped to his knees in front of Mo Buchue, repeatedly kowtowing and begging for rcy: "Young Master, please calm your anger, please calm your anger..."
Mo Buchue sneered coldly and said, "If you ever bring up such a thing to again, don’t bla for being rude."
"Yes, yes, yes! This ti it was my mistake, I said the wrong thing..."
Mo Buchue slightly furrowed his brows, looking at Hong San who was incessantly kowtowing and begging on the ground. An inexplicable sense of disgust arose in his heart, and he strode away. Hong San hurriedly followed.
...
Early in the morning, Fang Yi crawled out of the warm bed, took a Blood Qi Pill, and imdiately felt a rush of heat throughout his body, yearning for release.
This ti, Fang Yi was wearing a black tank top, shorts, and a pair of sneakers before heading out.
After exercising yesterday, Fang Yi clearly felt his body relax a bit, probably due to the effectiveness of the Blood Qi Pill brewed by the old man.
Although this Blood Qi Pill couldn’t completely cure his aftereffects, it could still enhance his vitality. Therefore, Fang Yi went for a morning run every morning to fully utilize the pill’s effects.
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