Quick Travel: From Beginner to Master

He Sichen ordered the food delivered from the five-star hotel and finished eating with his parents. The three of them looked at Ling Liang very naturally.

Mother He said calmly: "Xiaoye, clean up these takeout boxes and so on, wipe the table, don't leave them there."

Ling Liang was silent for half a minute.

Furious, shocked, and sighing at the weirdness of this family, all the emotions were mixed together, and Ling Liang temporarily lost the ability to speak.

Swallowing back the string of curses that came to his lips, Ling Liang said calmly: "You three, if your hand is broken, go to the hospital. If your brain is broken, you can't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment. Remember, the door of the mental hospital is always open for you."

After saying that, he no longer looked at the colorful faces of the people, but knocked on the door of the original owner's son to remind him that he needed to take a shower.

It's just a pile of take-out boxes, and the trash can is five steps away. Stand up, pack the boxes, walk over, and throw the take-out boxes into the trash can. It's such a simple thing. Will they die if they do it?

Do you really think of yourself as an emperor who has someone to take care of everything?

No, the little emperor Yang Huaijin still likes to do his own thing.

Thinking of Yang Huaijin, Ling Liang was stunned. He didn't know if he had realized his dream of being famous throughout the ages.

He and 999 left after completing their mission, and what happened next is unclear.

Everyone has his own way to go, and everyone should be responsible for his own life.

No one can help another person for a lifetime.

The little emperor is so strict with himself. His dream must have come true.

……

He Sichen finished washing up in the bathroom, changed into home clothes, and entered the bedroom swinging his belt.

His parents were right, Ye Ziling could not be spoiled, and she opened a dyeing workshop for him just after a few good days.

Therefore, tonight, he must defeat people.

Ling Liang was bored to death in the room. He almost felt sleepy reading the marketing books that He Sichen had littered on the TV cabinet.

As soon as he saw He Sichen coming in, he immediately cheered up.

Putting the book back on the cabinet, Ling Liang couldn't help complaining: "You are done with your work. I have been waiting for you for a long time."

He Sichen locked the door and slowly approached him with a ferocious look on his face, "Really? I can't tell that you are more anxious than me."

He stretched out his hand to grab the thin woman in front of him, wanting to throw her onto the bed, but then, hum.

Can't kill her!

He Sichen never thought anything would go wrong, but...

Unfortunately, He Sichen fell unconscious for a moment when he was thrown to the ground by a beautiful over-the-shoulder throw.

After the dizziness passed, what caught his eyes was the elegant ceiling, and then he felt severe pain in his limbs.

Ling Liang knelt down, patted his face gently with the thin men's belt that he had snatched, and said with a smile: "Hey, how are you? Are you okay?"

He Sichen just wanted to greet the eighteenth generation of Ye Ziling's ancestors, and also asked him how he was doing, if he was okay, and how do you think I am? !

It hurt him so much that he couldn't find the strength to scold this damn woman.

Okay, Ye Ziling, the wings are really strong.Wait for me!

After a while he got up and made sure to break her legs!

In his extreme anger, He Sichen forgot to think about why his wife suddenly became so fierce. He ignored all the unreasonable things and only had one thought in his mind - catch Ye Ling, and don't kill anyone.

Ling Liang watched He Sichen's ferocious expression and counted the time on his watch next to him.

After 2 minutes passed, seeing that the person on the ground had slowed down, he said to himself: "It's time to take the next step."

He Sichen didn't understand what the next step would be, but Ling Liang didn't need him to understand, he just needed to cooperate.

The belts of affordable luxury brands are uniquely designed and have a good texture when held in the hand.

Ling Liang solemnly put the black belt around He Sichen's neck, looped it on one end, and put the other end through it. He slowly tightened the knot on the exposed part of the belt.

He Sichen had vaguely seen the other party's plan when Ling Liang held the belt close to his head, but his struggle was suppressed. Ling Liang moved quickly, and he could only watch helplessly as he was being tightly held. Grab your throat.

He found that Ye Ziling really seemed to want him to die.

The belt that kept tightening made He Sichen's breathing more and more difficult.

"Let, let go... let go..."

He said intermittently. At this time, he could still raise his hand and beat Ling Liang, trying to get people to loosen the belt.

But gradually, He Sichen's eyelids became very heavy, and his survival instinct prompted him to open his mouth to beg for mercy: "...Ziling, I was wrong. I won't hit you anymore..."

Of course, He Sichen didn't realize his mistake. In fact, he just made the best choice tentatively under the prompts of his subconscious mind.

In his blur of consciousness, he seemed to hear a chuckle, but he didn't seem to hear it.

When He Sichen looked through his life like a lantern and hung with his last breath, Ling Liang finally showed mercy and stopped.

He Sichen lay there like a dead dog. After a long while, he pinched his neck and coughed violently, and slowly calmed down his breathing.

Ling Liang brought him great fear between life and death. He Sichen sat on the floor blankly, his heart beating like thunder.

He stared at the strip hanging loosely from his chest and realized that he now hated such a thing.

After shaking off the belt hurriedly, He Sichen climbed up in embarrassment and shouted angrily: "Yeling, what are you doing! Do you want to kill me?"

Unexpectedly, Ling Liang was even more excited than him, "You're not dead, why are you making such a fuss! Isn't this just a joke on you? You are too much of a person to play with."

He Sichen was so breathless that he felt like his hair was standing on end with anger.

Stabilizing his body that was shaking in anger, he said with difficulty: "You almost strangled me to death. Do you call this a joke?"

"Yeah, it's just a harmless little joke, don't take it to heart."

Ling Liang looked at him with disdain and explained thoughtfully: "You used to beat me and scold me, and you said it was because you cared about me too much. Our rhetoric was essentially the same. I wasn't very angry at that time. , you should also be more generous, you know?”

He Sichen couldn't stand Ling Liang's absurd reasoning anymore, so he clenched his fists and rushed forward.

Then he was beaten down mercilessly by Ling Liang again.

His cheek was in close contact with the floor. Ling Liang pressed He Sichen's head firmly with one hand and said sarcastically: "So what if I almost killed you? Do you still want to sue me?"

Just as He Sichen was about to reply, "It's not impossible," Ling Liang pulled his hair and forced him to turn his face, looking at him with a smile, "I remember your company is a foreign company."

"And it is a foreign company that pays special attention to the family relationships of management employees."

He Sichen's expression gradually dimmed.

Ling Liang continued: "Not to mention that the marks on your neck will disappear soon and cannot be used as key evidence. Let's talk about the losses that Director He will suffer if the matter is opened up."

"Whether you want to lose a job with an annual salary of one million, fight me to the end and fight a lawsuit with a small chance of winning, or whether you want to settle the matter and make the big thing a small one, that all depends on what you want."

"However, I believe that with your intelligence, you won't make the wrong choice."

He Sichen bitterly chose the latter option.

He finally defeated other candidates and took the position of marketing director. At this time, there must be no negative news about him.

The president of the foreign company where they work is a German, who pays special attention to the harmonious relationship between husband and wife. He firmly believes that a good marriage can allow subordinates to devote themselves to work without distractions.

In He Sichen's opinion, this horse riding is pure nonsense.

But just because of the president's preference, everyone in their company had to carry it. This is partly why He Sichen always pays attention to creating his own image when he goes out.