At the beginning of divorce, help the younger brother demon

Chapter 224 I'm a Good Talker

"Why?"

Zhang Xizheng lit another cigar and looked at Song Jiaying triumphantly.

He just likes to see others use this kind of look that wants to kill him, but he just takes him for help.

This gave him the pleasure of being above the opponent!
Lao Song's complexion became even uglier, but he still smiled and said humbly, "Boss Zhang, just treat it as a good deed, okay?"

"Dad! He's obviously playing tricks on you!" Song Jiayue blushed angrily, "Call the police! The police can't help him!"

"Jiaying! Shut up!" Lao Song scolded with a frown.

He is not a fool, how could he fail to see that Zhang Xi was playing tricks on them on purpose!
But Zhang Xizheng's network is much wider than theirs. If he really calls the police, regardless of whether it is useful or not, if a note is made on Song Jiaying's file, then Song Jiaying's life will be ruined in this way!

After scolding Song Jiaying, Lao Song continued to laugh with Zhang Xizheng:
"Boss Zhang, you...will you just leave me [-] lines?"

Song Jiaying's angry eyes almost burst into flames, she could only stare at Zhang Xizheng to express her dissatisfaction.

Zhang Xizheng took a big puff of his cigar, and frivolously sprayed the smoke on Lao Song's face.

Lao Song's fists were already clenched, but he still suppressed the anger in his heart and repeated like a robot:

"Boss Zhang, please do as you please!"

"It's not impossible to leave ten thousand for you." Zhang Xizheng's words made Lao Song's eyes light up, almost like a conditioned reflex, and he stretched out his hand to get the money on the table.

He was really afraid that if it was later, Zhang Xizheng would do something wrong again!

"What are you in a hurry for?" Zhang Xizheng stared at Lao Song dissatisfiedly, and suddenly burned a cigar towards Lao Song's outstretched hand.

Lao Song let out a miserable cry, and withdrew his hand in some embarrassment.

"Dad!" Song Jiaying also exclaimed, grabbed Lao Song's hand and looked at it.

Although Zhang Xizheng just stabbed it lightly just now, it still left a big red mark on Lao Song's hand!
"Not in the way, not in the way." Lao Song withdrew his hand and nodded to Zhang Xizheng: "Boss Zhang, tell me, what exactly do you want from me?"

"I'm a good talker." Zhang Xizheng repeated his mantra with a smile, put his feet on the table, and said to Lao Song with a smile:
"Look, my shoes are a little dirty."

The leather shoes were shiny, except for some dust on the soles, even if they were said to be new shoes, some people would believe them!

Lao Song muttered something in his heart, but he still picked up the tissue on the table with a smile on his face:
"Then I'll clean it up for you."

Song Jiaying lowered her head with an extremely sour expression on her face.

She understood whether she should hate Zhang Xizheng for being rich and unkind, or should hate her humble father.

"Lick it clean, and I'll leave you ten thousand."

Zhang Xizheng was still smiling when he spoke, but his eyes were extraordinarily contemptuous.

Lao Song's body froze in place for a while, Zhang Xizheng sneered, and finally looked like Chen Feng again, pointing to his other shoe with a smile:

"And you, boy, lick my shoe clean, no matter how much your boss owes you, I will give you double!"

Chen Feng froze for a moment, sat up straight, and looked at Zhang Xizheng with a half-smile: "Are you sure?"

"Don't talk so much nonsense, either hurry up and lick it now, or I will ask the security to drive you out, and I will receive distinguished guests in a while!"

Zhang Xizheng glanced at the time, guessing that the secretary had finished watching the monitoring and could go find someone, so he urged him impatiently.

Lao Song grinned and squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying:
"Boss Zhang, don't be joking...just tell me how I can give me the money."

"Are you deaf?" Zhang Xizheng said impatiently, "Stop talking nonsense, to lick or not to lick?"

"You're disgusting!" Song Jiaying held Lao Song's arm and glared at Zhang Xizheng viciously.

Zhang Xizheng didn't panic at all, after all, Lao Song had already signed a salary contract, so even if this matter went to court, he was the one to justify it.

Not to mention that Lao Song can't even pay for his tuition fees. Could it be that he still has the money to hire a lawyer?

Song Jiaying wanted to grab Lao Song and leave, but Lao Song seemed to be stuck to the ground, no matter how hard she pulled him, he couldn't move him.

She stared at Lao Song incredulously: "Dad! What do you mean?"

Lao Song lowered his head in shame, not daring to let his daughter see the expression on his face, so he spoke after a long while:
"You... the tuition should be paid."

As he spoke, he shook off Song Jiaying's arm, and walked towards Zhang Xizheng with a stooped figure.

Zhang Xizheng grinned so hard, he said with a smile:
"That's right, I won't bully you either, as long as you lick my shoes clean! Take all your salary away, and I don't want to compensate you!"

Lao Song nodded his head with difficulty, as if exhausting all his strength with every step, he walked slowly to Zhang Xizheng.

Zhang Xizheng took out his mobile phone, turned on the recording function, and said with a smile:

"Quick! Lick it clean!"

(End of this chapter)