Chapter 21: A Hundred Coffins Blocking the Gate, the Show Begins
"Is this the pleasure of Dual Cultivation?"
"Sure enough, the Patriarch never deceives !"
He turned his head.
Su Qingge was curled up in his arms, sleeping like a lazy cat.
Her beautiful face still had a flush that hadn't faded, and her shoulders, exposed outside the quilt, were covered in the "masterpieces" he had left behind.
Zhang Xuanyao reached out and gently brushed away the stray hair on her forehead.
Su Qingge's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Four eyes t.
There was no embarrassnt, no regret.
Only tenderness that could not be lted away.
"Awake?" Zhang Xuanyao's voice was hoarse from the morning.
"Hmm."
Su Qingge responded, rubbed against his chest, and wrapped her arms tightly around Zhang Xuanyao's waist.
"What ti is it?"
"Nine o'clock."
"Oh no!"
Su Qingge sat up abruptly, the quilt slipped, and spring scenery was revealed.
She let out a cry of surprise, quickly pulled up the quilt to cover her chest, her face as red as a ripe tomato.
"There's a board eting this morning! Regarding the follow-up handling of that project!"
Su Qingge searched for her clothes in a panic.
But the clothes on the floor had long been torn into rags and couldn't be worn at all.
"Don't worry."
Zhang Xuanyao leaned against the headboard, admiring the beauty's embarrassnt.
"I divined a hexagram last night; today's board eting won't happen."
Su Qingge paused: "What do you an?"
Zhang Xuanyao pointed to the phone on the bedside table.
There, the red missed call indicator light was flashing frantically.
"Answer the phone."
Zhang Xuanyao yawned, got out of bed, openly displaying his strong physique, and picked up the Daoist robe from the floor to put it on.
"The good show has just begun."
Su Qingge picked up the phone in doubt.
It was a call from secretary Xiao Li.
There were over fifty missed calls.
Her heart skipped a beat, and a bad premonition surged in her heart.
As soon as she pressed the callback button, the call was answered instantly.
A scream with a crying tone ca from the receiver from Xiao Li:
"President Su! Sothing big has happened!"
"Hundreds of black coffins have been sent to the entrance of our group building!"
"They are blocking the main gate completely!"
"There is also a group of people in mourning clothes burning paper money, saying they want our Su Group to pay for the lives of those workers who died south of the city!"
Su Qingge's face changed drastically.
The workers south of the city were clearly President Qin Hu's people; what did that have to do with the Su Group?
This is framing!
"Don't panic."
A warm, large hand pressed on Su Qingge's trembling shoulder.
Zhang Xuanyao was standing behind her at so point, his eyes cold.
"It seems that behind that evil cultivator from last night, there is still soone."
He bent down, leaned against Su Qingge's ear, and chuckled:
"Layperson Su, get up and wash up."
"I will accompany you to see which wandering ghost dares to run wild on your territory, Su Qingge."
Afterwards, Su Qingge called secretary Xiao Li and asked her to bring two sets of clothes, one for a man and one for a woman.
Ten minutes later.
The doorbell of the presidential suite rang.
Su Qingge, wrapped in a bathrobe, looked through the peephole and opened the door.
Standing outside the door was her personal secretary, Xiao Li.
Xiao Li was carrying two exquisite paper bags, one with n's casual wear and one with the high-end professional suit that Su Qingge often wore.
"President Su, this is what you asked for..."
Before Xiao Li finished speaking, her gaze crossed Su Qingge's shoulder and saw a man in the room.
Xiao Li's pupils instantly dilated.
As Su Qingge's personal secretary, she knew her boss too well.
Su Qingge was a notorious workaholic and a famous "opposite-sex repellent."
Let alone bringing a man back to the hotel for the night, she would usually frown and go wash her hands if she shook hands with a male client for more than three seconds.
But now...
The ss in the room, the subtle aura lingering in the air, and the obvious scratch marks on that man's body.
Xiao Li only felt a wave of hypoxia in her brain.
"Ahem."
Su Qingge took the paper bag, a trace of unnatural blush flashed on her face, but she quickly returned to her usual coldness.
"Wait outside."
The door slamd shut with a "bang."
Xiao Li stood in the corridor, facing the closed door, swallowing her saliva silently.
...
A mont later.
The door opened again.
Su Qingge had changed into a capable black professional suit, her hair was ticulously coiled behind her head, and she had returned to the appearance of that decisive female president.
It was just that those cold eyes in the past now had an extra layer of watery luster, and the whole person looked radiant, with skin as good as a shelled egg.
Zhang Xuanyao followed behind her, not wearing the casual clothes, but still wearing that shabby Daoist robe.
"Let's go."
Su Qingge stepped on high heels and strode towards the elevator.
Zhang Xuanyao followed lazily.
In the elevator, the atmosphere was weird to the extre.
Xiao Li shrank in the corner, wishing she could turn into an invisible person.
Her gaze couldn't help but glance at Zhang Xuanyao's neck.
There was a clear red mark there.
"What are you looking at?"
Zhang Xuanyao turned his head suddenly and grinned at Xiao Li.
"No... nothing!" Xiao Li shivered with fright, quickly turned her head away, and faced the elevator wall to reflect on her mistakes.
"That was a mosquito bite."
Zhang Xuanyao explained seriously.
"The hygiene of this five-star hotel is not very good either; the mosquitoes are quite poisonous, and they only bite the neck."
Su Qingge's body stiffened, and her high heels stepped hard on Zhang Xuanyao's instep.
"Hiss—"
Zhang Xuanyao gasped and beca honest.
At the entrance of the lobby.
The black Rolls-Royce was already parked on the side of the road.
The driver opened the door.
Su Qingge got in the car first, followed by Zhang Xuanyao.
Xiao Li sat in the passenger seat, not daring to look back the whole ti.
The car started and sped towards the headquarters of the Su Group.
"Master Zhang," Su Qingge looked at the retreating street scene outside the window, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the leather seat, "the situation might be a bit chaotic later, stay close to ."
"Chaotic?"
Zhang Xuanyao leaned on the back of the chair and took out his phone to scroll through short videos.
"Chaotic is good."
"Only when the water is muddy can one fish."
He clicked on the local trending search.
The number one entry was #Su Group disregards human life, one hundred coffins block the door to seek justice#.
In the video, the entrance to the Su Group building was covered in mourning clothes, and the sound of crying was deafening.
The comnt section was full of curses.
"Capitalists suck blood without spitting out bones!"
"The Su Group must be severely punished!"
"Boycott Su Group! Let Su Qingge get out of Heng City!"
Zhang Xuanyao looked at those vicious comnts, the corners of his mouth hooked into a playful arc.
"It seems that this fire is burning quite brightly."
Half an hour later.
The Rolls-Royce turned the corner of the street, and from a distance, one could see the sixty-story building of the Su Group.
At this ti, the square at the entrance of the building was already crowded with people.
Hundreds of pitch-black coffins were neatly placed under the steps, blocking the main gate tightly.
A group of people in mourning clothes knelt in front of the coffins, burning paper money and crying to heaven and earth.
Paper ash danced in the sky, like a black snow.
The surroundings were surrounded by citizens watching the excitent, as well as dozens of dia outlets with long guns and short cannons, shooting madly at the entrance of the building.
"Su Qingge! Co out!"
"A life for a life! Pay back the debts!"
"We want justice! We want a way to live!"
The leader was a Bald Man with a fleshy face, holding a white wreath in his hand, his voice as loud as a broken gong.
As soon as he shouted, the hundreds of people behind him followed, the sound waves one after another, shaking the building's glass until it humd.
The Rolls-Royce stopped on the outskirts of the crowd.
"President Su, the car can't get in." The driver wiped the cold sweat on his forehead.
"Get out of the car."
Su Qingge pushed open the car door.
As soon as she appeared, the sharp-eyed reporters imdiately discovered her.
"Su Qingge is here!"
"Quick! Surround her!"
The crowd instantly boiled.
Countless microphones and caras seed to have grown eyes, rushing towards Su Qingge.
The "family mbers" kneeling on the ground also stopped crying, their eyes red, like hungry wolves seeing prey, about to rush over here.
"Move aside! Move aside!"
Dozens of security guards from the Su Group rushed out, holding hands to form a human wall, struggling to block the surging crowd.
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