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"Don't knock on the door when you enter the office. Didn't Mr. Li teach you manners?" Yang Qingheng looked away from the old desktop computer indifferently and mocked Li Nian, who was looking at the door.

"Why are you giving Hai Li's project to others?" Li Nian slammed the door hard, causing the secretary's room outside to tremble. Several secretaries looked at each other worriedly, and Xiao Li in the corner rushed downstairs. .

"When did the company stipulate that the Haili project must be yours, Mr. Li?" Yang Qingheng raised her finger and slowly pressed the computer's shutdown button, with a hint of ridicule in her indifferent eyes.

Li Nian clearly felt her disdainful attitude, and became even more annoyed. There was no pretentiousness as before, and the chair at his feet flew to the wall with a loud bang, making a terrifying shattering sound.

He lifted up Yang Qingheng's collar, and the disparity in strength between men and women became particularly obvious at this moment: "I'll throw it away after using it? I won't see if you can afford it."

The furious look left no doubt that in the next second he would irrationally smash his fist into Yang Qingheng's face and suppress it all with force.

Not only was Yang Qingheng not afraid, but she smiled. She squeezed his wrists with both hands. The force was not as strong as the words she said, but it seemed to hit Li Nian's heart hard: "Mr. Xiao Li, to my boss, Take action? Then you have to think clearly about the consequences."

Beating the CEO, this excuse would be enough for Yang Qingheng and Song Hengjue to kick him out of the company. Of course Li Nian knew.

He had never had this idea. He even deliberately picked the incident when Song Hengjue was out, just to teach this woman who didn't know how high the sky is.

I didn't expect that this woman would still look like she was dying in the face of force.

Li Nian was a little frustrated. The next second, the door to the office was violently broken open. Song Hengjue's hair was messy, and the tie on his chest had tilted to one side at some point. He was in a mess.

The veins on the back of the hand that was pinched on the chair jumped. He looked Yang Qingheng up and down, and the violence rolling in his eyes faded a little. The chair was thrown to the ground casually, and the coffee table was wiped with a sharp and ear-piercing sound.

"Let go." His voice was as cold as ice, filled with lingering anger.

Li Nian just let go, and the next second, Song Hengjue pulled Yang Qingheng into his arms, holding her wrist and turning her around. A red pinch mark on the fair skin was extremely dazzling.

The lips that had just been released instantly fell into a straight line, and his face became terrifyingly gloomy.

"What, you only have the ability to bully women?" Song Hengjue pushed Yang Qingheng to sit on the sofa aside, grabbed Li Nian's collar and pressed his face to the table, and pressed it against his ear, his voice was cold, Word by word, "I did it, why don't you come to me to settle the score? Huh? I'm giving you face?"

The humiliating posture made Li Nian extremely humiliated, but even if he struggled hard, he could not shake Song Hengjue one bit. The cold temperature spread to his face, as if he was laughing at his overestimation of his abilities.

However, a minute ago, he had used the same method to intimidate Yang Qingheng, and this realization made him feel even more humiliated.

Song Hengjue did it on purpose! A clear thought came to Li Nian's mind.

"Okay, let him go," Yang Qingheng saw that the time was almost up, and then slowly stopped him, "After all, he is a shareholder of the company, so you should give him some face."

The words were concerned, and the contemptuous tone was blatant ridicule, which successfully made people angry.

The veins on Li Nian's forehead throbbed and his eyes were red. He wanted to tear the two people in front of him into pieces and threw away Song Hengjue's hand.

Seeing that he had walked to the door, Yang Qingheng slowly touched the hair beside his ear: "Oh, by the way, don't blame me for not reminding you. The directors of the company are very concerned about your marriage to Miss Li, and Mr. Xiao Li is also very concerned about it. The eldest brother is not young anymore, I hope to settle the marriage as soon as possible so as to restore the company's reputation."

"Are you done?" This sentence added irritation to Li Nian's already depressed mood. He could no longer suppress his emotions. He turned around angrily and faced Song Hengjue's cold eyes and the erected muscles on his arms. He gritted his teeth. I calmed down a lot instantly.

Seeing that the person was gone, Yang Qingheng put down the teacup in his hand, touched his arm, and said: "Do you want me to also train some muscles?"

"I think... you can hire a few more bodyguards?" Song Hengjue's eyes flashed slightly and he avoided her sight.

Subconsciously, he touched the back of his head, as if the force of her slap was still there.

"Why are you looking down on me?" Yang Qingheng muttered, touching her tight forearm, "I can also practice it, okay?"

Just thinking about that feeling of power made her a little excited.

She has perfected this muscle!

That's not what he meant.

Song Hengjue opened his mouth and finally closed it.

Fang Nan covered his face with the document and almost laughed.

Whether Yang Qingheng really couldn't tell or he was pretending not to be able to tell, Song Hengjue didn't think she could practice it, because he was clearly afraid of her domestic violence.

He had seen Song Hengjue beaten no less than three times. If he had really built muscles...

Fang Nan glanced at the back of Song Hengjue's head and silently gave him a wishful look.

...If I really hit it, the back of the head would not be dented directly.

Although this damn capitalist deserves to be beaten for his daily tricks, he is the least likely to die!

And who will pay him if he breaks it?