Ying Shao is a Girl

"Oh, Mr. Ying hopes that my Zhao family enterprise will collapse. This depends on your ability, Mr. Ying."

The second young master of the Zhao family simply broke the pot, not because he didn't make concessions or couldn't tolerate it, but mainly because Ying Junchu's demands were too much.

Sulfuric acid is highly irritating and corrosive. One sip of it will kill you, let alone a car full of it!

Isn't this obviously going to cost you your own life?

The other option is to let the Zhao family go bankrupt. What is the difference between this and taking your own life?

Hearing this, Ying Jun was silent for the first time.

provocative? very good!

She slid open the phone screen and typed quickly with her slender hands. The dim light from the screen hit her white fingers.

As white as jade.

The expression is serious and serious.

The scene remained deadlocked for five minutes.

The second young master of the Zhao family had doubts in his heart. What kind of medicine did Ying Junchu sell in the gourd? Five minutes have passed and there has been no reply. Are you thinking about how to deal with yourself?

At this time, the second young master of the Zhao family's cell phone rang.

I took out my cell phone and saw, why is dad calling me at this time?

Nothing really happened, right?

No, no, no matter how capable Ying Junchu is, he can't be that fast.

"Hey, Dad..."

The second young master of the Zhao family was interrupted.

"You idiot, who did you offend outside? The company has been implicated by you! Get back here!"

It was a scolding that hit his head and his face.

This confused the second young master of the Zhao family.

What's going on?

Then he reacted and mechanically turned his head to look at Ying Junchu in the distance.

Ying Junchu...

Taking action? Start so quickly?

Ding---

SMS alert tone.

The second young master of the Zhao family turned on Xiping's phone again.

[Dad: I’ll give you five minutes, come back! ]

The second young master of the Zhao family looked anxious, leaving all his younger brothers behind and left the canteen in a hurry.

Before anyone could react, the figure of the second young master of the Zhao family had disappeared.

The surrounding students and his younger brothers were left confused.

The boss is... being chased by a ghost?

The school bully is... the house is on fire?

So urgent!

"Mr. Ying, what is this?"

Ling Yiche was also a little confused. He raised his head and asked Ying Junchu, but he vaguely felt that the reaction of the second young master of the Zhao family had something to do with Ying Junchu.

"He deserves it."

Ying Junchu sneered without going into too much detail, hiding his merit and fame.

"oh……"

Ling Yiche nodded slightly.

"Um...thank you, Mr. Ying, but...I'm troubling you again."

When he finished speaking, Ling Yiche almost wanted to strangle himself to death. He stuttered every time he talked to her. Wouldn't that make her very disgusted?

"Um."

Ying Junchu responded calmly, without any unnecessary expression.

The two sides were silent for a long time.

"Follow me to the eighth floor."

An irrefutable command tone!

"Ah? Still... let's forget it." Ling Yiche shook his head like a rattle and refused quickly.

He had heard a little about the place on the eighth floor, but it was simply not a place for his status.

Ying Junchu pretended not to hear what he said and took him away.

Ling Yiche's eyelids drooped slightly, she...

Don't listen to him!

"Hey, Xiaoling? Where are you going? Are you okay?"

Xiao Zhengyan's shout came from behind.

"It's okay, Zhengyan, you go to eat first, I'll see you next time."

Xiao Zhengyan made an OK gesture to Ling Yiche and walked aside to eat.

See you next time?

When Ying Jun first heard these words, a dark light flashed in his eyes, and it disappeared briefly.

You need to take the elevator from the first floor to the eighth floor.

In the small space, both parties could clearly hear each other's breathing.

There was a moment of silence, and the atmosphere was delicate.

"Ling Yiche..."

Ying Junchu was the first to break the long-lasting calm.

"Well, Mr. Ying, what's wrong?"

A pair of watery blue eyes looked particularly gentle and well-behaved.

"You should learn to protect yourself."

"I……"

Ying Junchu paused inexplicably.

"I can't always be by your side."

Ling Yiche lowered his head unconsciously, a trace of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, and the broken hair around his ears fell, blocking the subtle emotions in his eyes.

"Okay, I understand, Mr. Ying, thank you."