Super A boss is acting like a baby across the screen again

Chapter 1 She suddenly crossed
"Don't make a sound!"

San Nuo turned her head and growled behind her, her nerves were tense, and her body was pressed against the wall.

The rusty iron door is covered with blood-stained and blackened handprints, and the dim light shines in through the glass with thick dust. If you look closely, you can see the dust particles floating in the air, one by one, it seems Contaminated with the taste of old blood.

It's hard to breathe.

Today is the fourth day Sanno has been in this inexplicable world.

For so many years, growing up to be 20 years old as the young master of the Sang family is outrageous enough, but I didn't expect to meet something even more outrageous——she crossed over suddenly.

Drunken and went back to the old house for a night, opened his eyes and found himself lying in the wilderness, surrounded by a circle of yellow and thin people whose identities were unknown.

In the beginning, Sonuo could lie to himself that it was a dream, or a hoax concocted by those friends who were drunk, until a gray-faced, bloodless, slow-moving zombie bit the neck of the person around him.

Thick, warm blood splashed all over her face.

……

The old man behind him huddled in a corner with a child in his arms, his face was full of horror, he kept his mouth shut and did not dare to move again.

The sound of footsteps outside was getting closer.

The peculiar stench of carrion in the air is getting closer and closer, mixed with dust and drilled into the lungs through the nose, making people want to retch.

one two Three……

Sang Nuo counted silently in his heart, his knuckles were clenched too tightly, and there was a touch of abnormal white.

Four……

five……

Just after counting to five, the figure hidden in the darkness jumped up suddenly, and with a push of his hand, he jumped out from the gap beside the iron gate.

The zombies wandering outside were attracted by the sound, and before they could find the breath of a living person, their half-rotting face and chest were kicked violently, staggered, and fell directly from the broken window in the corridor.

San Nuo quickly supported himself by the window coffin, so as not to let himself be thrown out along with the inertia.

Her movements are clean and crisp, without muddling.

While retracting his feet, he pulled out a giant wrench from his waist, turned around, and kicked back again. The high-top leather black boots pressed down hard, kicking another rushing zombie to the ground, and the giant wrench in his hand was raised high. He lifted up and hit the back of the zombie's head accurately.

For a moment, the stench of carrion in the air became more intense.

Black blood flowed all over the ground, and the fallen carrion twitched twice on the ground and remained motionless.

"Behind!"

Before Sanno straightened up, a hoarse and sharp shout suddenly came from behind him.

Sanno's face was covered with dirty blood stained from the zombie that had just fallen to the ground. The moment he heard the cry, he immediately took a step aside. on the temple.

Black blood slowly slipped from her slender fingertips.

The outside wind kept blowing in from the broken window, the smell in the air was diluted a little bit, but it was still very uncomfortable.

"It's not safe here, come out quickly."

After solving the trouble in front of him, San Nuo turned around quickly, and shouted at the old and young inside with his throat pressed.

When San Nuo just jumped out, the old man moved from the corner to the gap and looked out quietly, but the child was nestled in the corner in a dazed state.

Hearing what San Nuo said, he turned around and called anxiously towards the corner a few times, but got no answer, and limped inside again.

The feet dragging on the ground brought up layers of dust, San Nuo frowned slightly, and was about to go in directly to get the person out, when at the corner of the corridor, a group of zombies had already surrounded the place when they heard the sound.

At a cursory glance, there are at least eight or nine, which makes one's scalp tingle.

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【warn!warn!Your game character has -1 health. 】

【warn!warn!Your game character has -3 health. 】

【warn!warn!Your game character's life is in danger! 】

[Do you want to spend two thousand gold coins to buy a self-rescue kit? 】

The bright red thread kept winding, loosening, winding again, and relaxing again, and after a few minutes, a small rose appeared in a clean palm.

But he still didn't seem to be satisfied, another few minutes, another little rose bloomed at his fingertips again.

Repeatedly.

Bamboo needles pierced the air and made a subtle, imperceptible sound, and one after another brightly colored roses fell onto the spotless sofa.

Heaps of piles, crowded into a group, surrounded by men with downcast eyes.

It wasn't until a long time later that the surroundings of the white sofa were all piled up with knitted roses, and some even rolled down to the side of the real roses with the smell of water and earth. Then he slowly stopped what he was doing, looked down and suddenly heard Mobile phone with alarm tone.

In the sunny greenhouse, the fragrance of roses is softly wrapped, warm as spring.

Ji Tingshen, who lowered his eyes, didn't see the few people who had been sitting at the side waiting, and one of them had an extremely ugly face.

"President Ji," the man said, "This project is related to the future development of the company. I think it's better to let someone who is more reliable take over."

"Oh?" Ji Tingshen responded casually.

"I know you like Zhao Tianyi," the man's face paled because of Ji Tingshen's reply.

"But he is an inexperienced young man after all, and his handling methods and experience in many things are not as sophisticated as those old people in the company..."

Ji Tingshen didn't reply.

The screen on the phone screen was stuck at a point where the "boy" turned his head and looked to the left.

The obvious expression could not be seen clearly on the side face, there was a black stain on the tip of the nose, and the wrench in his hand was also covered with black stains, which was in stark contrast to "his" white and well-proportioned fingers.

Dirty again.

Ji Ting frowned imperceptibly.

His eyes slowly swept across the hands that didn't look like men, and finally stopped firmly on the lines of red subtitles.

The alarm symbol flashed again.

"I think Qian Yuan is good. When Director Ji was still there, he often praised him for his extraordinary ability and prudence in doing things."

The old man continued, "And...he has been handling a lot of trivial matters in the company recently, and there is really nothing to say about his ability."

"Oh?" Ji Tingshen replied casually again.

His eyes were firmly locked on the phone screen, and his fingers were rubbing over the "OK" button. After hearing this sentence, he put it away again. After a long while, he closed the game and raised his head.

"Yes, Mr. Ji."

Seeing that Ji Tingshen's face didn't change, and he didn't refute, several other people also followed suit.

"Qian Yuan's ability is indeed outstanding among several of his peers, and his experience is also rich. Only by entrusting this project to him can people be assured."

"Zhao Tianyi is young and inexperienced after all."

"Besides, Qian Yuan also spent a lot of effort to understand the early stage of this project. Some time ago, I heard that he often stays overnight and stays in the company for several days."

"..."

Ji Tingshen never interrupted them.

The mobile phone with the screen off was pinched in his hand and played with it casually.

His slender fingers were bloodless, and he couldn't see anything when he was holding the knitted sweater. Now he was holding the mobile phone, and it always made people worry that his hand would suddenly lose strength and fall down.

For a long time, the discussion gradually disappeared.

"Stop talking?" Ji Tingshen asked after waiting for a few seconds.

The last sentence was said by the person sitting at the door of the greenhouse. He was the farthest away from Ji Tingshen. When he heard Ji Tingshen's question, he subconsciously glanced at the person in the back of the greenhouse and lowered his head.

Ji Ting followed his gaze to look at the old man sitting next to him, said "Oh" again, then leaned forward slightly, and put the phone back on the small coffee table beside him.

The mobile phone made a slight sound when it touched the glass tabletop, making the greenhouse even more silent.

Those old guys who thought they were grasping the truth just now and kept talking endlessly all fell silent and looked at him.

The person lying on the sofa is still in the same lazy posture at the beginning, as if he is in his 80s and can't stand upright or sit still.

The jet-black hair is not combed back neatly like before, the forehead hair is scattered on the brow bone, the narrow peach eyes are slightly narrowed, and the corner of the mouth is still smiling as usual.

It is obviously a rare beauty with bones, but coupled with his pale face and overly dark eyes, it looks weird and permeating no matter how you look at it.

"That's fine, if you don't want to talk about it, then I will say it."

Ji Ting lifted his thin eyelids deeply, and swept across the faces of the people in front of him, with a smile on his lips, but his tone was cold, and finally his eyes settled on the old man who spoke first.

A greenhouse in Nuoda was sunny, but the people sitting in the greenhouse were sweating coldly on their backs.

No one spoke.

No one dared to speak anymore.

Regardless of their age or the time they have stayed in the Ji family, everyone here is considered an old man, and they know more about the Ji family than others.

How did the old man die when he was young, how did the Ji Group fall into the hands of Ji Tingshen, who had just grown up, in just one week, and why did Ji Huaize, his newly married wife and youngest son stay abroad and dare not come back? Knowing the reason, these people have a clear mind.

Ji Tingshen is a complete psychopath.

"Uncle Wang," Ji Ting said, "I know you want to pave the way for your nephew, but..."

"But the things he committed a few years ago are still being discussed on the Internet... It's not that I don't need him. You also said that this project is related to the company's future development."

"Project manager……"

Ji Ting sighed deeply, as if he really felt sorry, but his eyes were full of sarcasm, "It must be able to represent the image of the company, don't you think?"

The face of the man called Uncle Wang immediately became quite ugly.

What did Qian Yuan commit a few years ago?

Who doesn't know that Ji Tingshen planned all the events of that year?

Not to mention drugging people and dragging them to the hotel, they also found more than 20 girls to accompany them all night, and finally paid for reporters to go to the hotel early in the morning to block people.

Because this incident not only lost the face of Qian Wang's family, but also almost killed Qian Yuan.

Wang Baishan thought that if he gave up 5.00% of the shares in his hand, Qian Yuan's job would be saved, and the matter would be settled, but he didn't expect Ji Tingshen to say such things again.

"Mr. Ji," Wang Baishan couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and deliberately added the word "small".

He continued to speak and said, "Although Qian Yuan is my nephew, we recommended him for the benefit of the company. Besides, the partner this time is a foreigner, so he may not know what happened that year."

"Really?" Ji Ting's deep smile deepened a bit.

Wang Baishan wanted to nod subconsciously, but he stopped when he saw the fake smile on his face.

A few years ago, when he went to Ji Tingshen because of Qian Yuan's matter, he had such an expression.

There was a fake smile on his face, and his eyes were full of calculations.

This time...he was afraid that as long as he nodded, something would happen to Ji Tingshen.

Wang Baishan suddenly regretted his visit today, and after not seeing him for a month, Ji Tingshen seemed to be more difficult to get along with than before.

That's right, people who can only sleep peacefully in psychiatric sanatoriums have long been unable to look at normal people.

Wang Baishan didn't dare to speak rashly again, the others sat with their heads down, watching their eyes, their noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, noses, and hearts. Like a gourd with its mouth sawn, they just stayed quietly in the greenhouse to bask in the sun.

dong dong dong-

Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door in the greenhouse, and then someone pushed it away, and a nurse in pure white came in, "Mr. Ji, it's time to take medicine."

Wang Baishan and others suddenly turned their heads to stare at Ji Tingshen, their faces full of astonishment.

(End of this chapter)