Then after Li Feng said his name, Wu Xiong searched online. It was better not to check, but when he checked, Wu Xiong felt that the fire in his heart was completely extinguished. Li Feng, the chairman of Fengxing Group.
Is that a real big boss? He actually wants to give one million to others to treat his illness?
At this time, Wu Xiong's eyes were filled with tears. Then Wu Xiong gritted his teeth and knelt directly beside Li Feng, hugging Li Feng's thigh: "Please, please help me, I don't want to die yet."
Li Feng kicked Wu Xiong aside in disgust: "You brought this on yourself."
Wu Xiong, who was kicked away, still refused to give up and climbed to Li Feng's side and hugged Li Feng's thigh: "I am willing to work as a cow or a horse for you, and I can also give this woman to you. I just ask you to save me."
, please.”
Li Feng laughed angrily at Wu Xiong's move. He really didn't expect that Wu Xiong could do this: "Okay, then you will announce that your website is now under my control. I can choose to save it."
you."
When Wu Xiong heard Li Feng's request, even though he really didn't want to agree, after all, if this and this were gone, then he really would have nothing. His main source of income, if
But Wu Xiong then thought again, if he was dead, then why would he do all this?
Then Wu Xiong gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, someone will transfer him to your name soon."
Li Feng smiled: "Okay, then you go and wait outside first."
Wu Xiong was stunned when he heard this: "What do you mean?
Li Feng glanced at Wu Xiong: "Help me guard the door outside."
When Wu Xiong heard it, he knew what it meant, and now this woman Bian Qingqing no longer belonged to him at all.
Wu Xiong let out a long sigh. Over the past few years, he was not sure whether he really liked this woman. He just thought Bian Qingqing was good-looking? Or was he looking for a psychological sustenance? He himself didn't know whether his feelings for her were true.
, or false.
Thinking of this, Wu Xiong turned his head and took one last look at Bian Qingqing before going out. After going out, he saw Dong Xiaoxiao at the door with a worried look on his face.
When Wu Xiong saw this, he didn't know what to do for a moment.
It was Dong Xiaoxiao who spoke first: "Um, is Li Feng inside?"
Wu Xiong was stunned for a moment, and then his desire for revenge emerged spontaneously: "Yes, he is inside, but he has other things to do now, so don't go in yet."
After Dong Xiaoxiao heard this, the expression on his face suddenly became anxious: "You have already come out. What else can happen to him? What did you do to him?"
After hearing this, Wu Xiong's expression changed subtly, and then he deliberately exposed the door handle behind him: "Anyway, you can't go in now."
Dong Xiaoxiao also noticed the door handle behind Wu Xiong, pushed Wu Xiong away, and then pushed the door in.
As soon as she entered the door, she saw an unexpected scene. At this time, Li Feng and the naked Bian Qingqing were entangled. No sound could be heard from outside. The sound filled Dong Xiaoxiao's ears as soon as she entered the door.
At this time, Dong Xiaoxiao stood at the door and was a little at a loss. When Li Feng saw Dong Xiaoxiao coming, a flash of shock flashed across his face, but soon Li Feng calmed down and shouted to Wu Xiong: "Hold the door.
Once it's closed, if someone comes in, you won't be able to survive."
When Wu Xiong heard this, he quickly closed the door. After all, his life was in his hands.
Dong Xiaoxiao looked at the closed door and then at Li Feng who had left Bian Qingqing's body.
Li Feng walked towards Dong Xiaoxiao slowly, and Dong Xiaoxiao's eyes didn't know where to look for a moment.
He just kept his head down, but as soon as he lowered his head, he happened to see Li Feng's cow-like thing, so Dong Xiaoxiao had to close her eyes.
Li Feng hugged Dong Xiaoxiao: "Xiaoxiao...will you blame me?"
Dong Xiaoxiao shook his head after listening to Li Feng's words: "No, but what about me?"
After saying that, Dong Xiaoxiao buried her head in Li Feng's arms and hugged Li Feng tightly.
Seeing this, Li Feng hugged Dong Xiaoxiao directly, and then pressed him on the table: "You are no exception."
Bian Qingqing was also entangled at this time. In fact, she had already woken up just now, but she really couldn't let go of that man. Now that Dong Xiaoxiao is here again, of course she can't just watch.
During the next two hours, the conference room was filled with joy.
But Wu Xiong who was standing outside was in great pain. Although he couldn't hear any sound outside, he felt the sound of the door hitting the door very clearly.
I really didn't expect that Li Feng could last so long with two women.
Finally, the conference room became quiet
Both women were lying very tiredly on the big table used for meetings. At this time, Li Feng was also sitting on a chair and resting.
After resting for a while, there was a knock on the door: "Mr. Qian is here."
Li Feng stood up and walked to the door: "I know."
After the two women heard the news of Qian Mao's arrival, they also hurriedly got up and got dressed.
Seeing this, Li Feng said to them: "Don't worry, if you are tired, take a rest and I will go take a look."
After saying that, he opened the door and went out.
The two women were left standing there looking at each other. Dong Xiaoxiao looked at Bian Qingqing and pursed her lips. Both of them were speechless.
When Li Feng came to the door, he saw Qian Maozhi waiting for Li Feng. Li Feng stepped forward and said, "Mr. Qian, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for so long."
Qian Maozhi smiled, then waved to Li Feng: "It's okay, young man."
Li Feng smiled awkwardly after hearing this: "I wonder what's wrong with Mr. Qian?"
Qian Maozhi took out an invitation from his arms and handed it to Li Feng. After taking it, Li Feng asked doubtfully: "This is it?"
Qian Maozhi explained: "This is an ink painting competition. Painters from basically every country will go there. The one I know about Japan is the Ono Jiro you just beat. I'm not very clear about other places yet."
Li Feng nodded: "But Mr. Qian, you are a veteran figure in the world of painters, why did you let me go?"
Qian Maozhi sighed lightly: "Actually, what I am best at is not ink painting, but watercolor painting, because I also have a headache in this competition."
Li Feng understood the meaning: "You mean they came to you on purpose?"
Qian Maozhi nodded: "They want to deliberately make things difficult, so they opened a competition focusing on ink painting."
Li Feng frowned slightly after hearing this: "Then why didn't you invite others? You should also have friends who paint ink paintings, right?"
Li Feng asked his doubts. After all, it was impossible for a person like Qian Maozhi not to know someone who painted ink paintings, and it was even less possible that he could not find someone to help him.
After hearing this, Qian Maozhi let out a long sigh: "This is the most troublesome thing. The clear requirement is for new people, but where can I find new people?"
After hearing this, Li Feng understood: "So that's it."
After Qian Maozhi heard that Li Feng understood, he hurriedly asked: "My little friend, are you willing to help me?"
