Hearing Zheng Wuming's words, Song Xueli was stunned for a moment. If he had a friend, his friend would also be stunned.
Zheng Wuming was such a proud person that he actually said the words begging for mercy.
For a moment, Song Xueli felt that his ears were broken or he was suffering from auditory hallucinations or something like that. Otherwise, how could he have heard these two words from Zheng Wuming's mouth.
"Zheng-----Master Zheng, what did you say?" Song Xueli asked uncertainly after coming back to his senses.
"I said, I'm going to France to beg for mercy." Zheng Wuming's face was calm. When he said these words, he couldn't hate anymore.
Failure is something that everyone must experience in this life. It depends on each person's family situation. If your family background is good, then you can enjoy the second-generation life peacefully for the first half of your life. There will be no failure or setbacks. Life is so beautiful. But in the second half of your life, you have to pay back what you deserve. As for those from poor family backgrounds, they have been suffering failures and setbacks all their lives. But in the second half of their lives, God may have opened their eyes and they can live in peace and stability. Enjoy the rest of your life steadily.
Zheng Wuming has already been mentally prepared for failure. He is not a fantasy perfectionist. He sees the cruelty of this society more clearly than anyone else - but he didn't expect that himself. It will be defeated so quickly.
Just like Mr. Zheng said, it was not Yan Murong who he lost, but himself.
Zheng Wuming is a proud man. He shouldn't just beg for mercy. But he must do this.
Thunder Investment was founded by the old man. But now, it is going to be defeated in his hands. He will not allow this to happen. Instead of spending all his money to try his luck, it is better to beg for mercy - at least We cannot just watch the company be completely owned by someone else.
After a while, Kunlun hurried over. He circled Zheng Wuming several times and touched his forehead. Then he muttered to himself with a confused look on his face. "I don't have a fever. It's nothing." Something's wrong. What's going on?"
"Let's go." Zheng Wuming ignored Kunlun's words and said in a calm voice.
"Master Zheng, what's wrong with you?" Kunlun stopped Zheng Wuming and asked strangely, "Even if we are in trouble, we don't have to go and apologize to those two girls and beg for mercy. At worst, we will fight to the death."
"You're a warrior." Zheng Wuming scolded him with a smile. But his smile was very forced. He sighed softly and said, "I can't let the Zheng family be defeated by me. Even if I die, I can destroy the Zheng family. It's a life-and-death struggle. Haha. I can do it. But what about grandpa? What about Zheng Xiao? What about those direct relatives and cousins of the Zheng family? And what about you?"
"I, I only have more than a hundred kilograms of meat. How can I not leave it behind?" Kunlun said with a grin.
"You can do it. So can I. But the Zheng family can't." Zheng Wuming smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Once the old man of the Yan family gets angry, it's not just the Zheng family. I'm afraid the Ning family won't be able to bear it. The one who will be sacrificed in the end will definitely be Our Zheng family."
As he spoke, Zheng Wuming let out a long breath. He looked at Kunlun and said seriously, "Sometimes, giving in temporarily doesn't mean failure - beg for mercy now. We still have a chance to come again. You and I can too. If we go back to Yanjing and don't seek detours, we will lose everything, including the Zheng family."
"Then you shouldn't beg for mercy from those two bitches." Kunlun scratched his head with a look of reluctance. "It's too embarrassing to beg for mercy from a woman."
"You have no brains at all. Saying you are a martial artist really flatters you. You are just a stick." Zheng Wuming laughed and scolded. "It's useless to beg them for mercy. I'm here to find Yan Murong."
"He." Kunlun was stunned for a moment. Then he looked angry. "That boy, what are you going to ask him for? Why don't you let me cripple him?"
"You can beat him."
"-----Can't beat him." Kunlun lowered his head in depression.
His strength has improved a lot, but he also knows that even if he is given a few more years, unless he falls off a cliff or is rescued by some expert in a river, and gives him basic martial arts and other booklets to practice, he might He could torture Yan Murong to death.
"That's it." Zheng Wuming patted him on the shoulder and said, "Let's call and book a flight. We're leaving now."
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"What do you think grandpa just said to me?" Yan Murong held up the phone and looked at Su Qingwu with a smile and asked.
"How did I know that?" Su Qingwu pouted and gestured to Yan Murong to pour her a glass of red wine. She stared at the TV and said, "Do you want us to go back?"
Yan Murong chuckled. He poured a glass of wine for Su Qingwu and handed it over. Then he pulled Su Qingwu up and sat on the sofa. He put Su Qingwu on his lap and wrapped one hand around her slender waist. . One hand reached under the hem of the pajamas. He pinched the plump inside of the pajamas and said, "It's the news about Zheng Wuming."
"I hate it. What are you doing in broad daylight? I'm still a wounded person."
Yan Murong felt a little emotional because of it. He muttered like a cat and said, "What's wrong with Zheng Wuming? Isn't he in Switzerland?"
"Hehe. I was in Switzerland just now. But maybe it won't happen now." Yan Murong kept moving her hands and said, "Now maybe I'm on the plane or on the way to the airport."
The fullness of her chest was teased by Yan Murong for a long time. Su Qingwu's face gradually turned into a touching blush. She tugged Yan Murong's hand but did not pull it out. She could only let him do it. She asked breathlessly. "He-----is he going back to China?"
"Go back to China. Hey, he can't go back yet." Yan Murong teased Su Qingwu, but she got herself on fire. He unbuttoned Su Qingwu's pajamas and said, "I thought this guy could It lasted for ten days and a half. But after only two and a half days, I couldn't hold on any longer."
"You-----you have something to say. What are you doing in broad daylight?" Su Qingwu squirmed. But Yan Murong's teasing made her whole body soft and soft. She looked at Yan Murong with charming eyes and said coquettishly. "You-----you have to finish talking before you do it. If-----I won't listen to you."
"Let's talk as we go. Hey, the president of such a big company can't do two things at once." Yan Murong said teasingly. At the same time, Su Qingwu's pajamas had flown to the ground, revealing that they were not wrapped in underwear. The two balls are erect.
"-----"
Su Qingwu was so angry that she wanted to curse. What does it matter how big the company is?
"Come on. Lift your butt. I can't take it off anymore." Yan Murong urged.
"Hate-----"
Su Qingwu squealed. Knowing that she couldn't hide, she took the initiative and got up from Yan Murong. She quickly threw off the clothes on her body and then pulled off Yan Murong's clothes.
As a result, Yan Murong was overthrown by Su Qingwu's successful counterattack-----