Rebirth: I escort the male god

"Hello, Mr. Feng."

"Hello Mr. Feng"

Hearing their disrespectful calls of "Mr. Feng", the secretary couldn't help but worry for them. It turned out that the young people were brave enough to talk to the boss in such an attitude.

"Oh, do you think I'm a little better?" Feng Ding laughed in anger, "What terrible things have you done that you need me to remind you of?"

"Mr. Feng, if you don't tell us, how can we know? We are not the dirty things in your stomach, San San, don't you think so?"

The IDs of these two team members are both combinations of numbers, namely Sansan and Jiujiu. The one who spoke just now is Jiujiu.

Feng Ding gritted his teeth and said, "Is this how you treat your superiors?"

Jiujiu: "What else? Do I have to find you an altar like Guan Erye and burn three sticks of incense every day? Of course, if Mr. Feng doesn't mind me putting his portrait on the altar, that's fine."

But isn't this kind of thing taboo in China? Usually, only when someone dies will their photo be put on the altar.

As expected, Feng Ding was furious when he heard that he was going to put him on the altar. "Okay, very good, this is the player I spent a lot of money to sign, very good!"

Damn it, I shouldn't have been bewitched by their looks and sweet words in the first place, and thought that I could rely on them to beat GW in the autumn season. Now, what's the point of doing that? It's just like digging their graves and burying them!

The secretary saw that something was wrong and quickly scolded the two of them, "Shut up! You openly contradict the boss. Do you want to stop working for him?"

San San, who had been silent since he came in, suddenly spoke up, "He's just our temporary boss. Why can't we contradict him? He's not our ancestor. Will you be struck by lightning if you say a few words to him? Besides, the boss can be replaced at any time. You're making such a big fuss. People who don't know you might think you're some great person. You're so hypocritical."

"That's right. How can he be such a great man that he needs our constant care and protection?" Jiujiu also echoed at this time.

If the eldest lady hadn't asked them to stay here and wait for the opportunity, they would never have come to this kind of garbage dump. The garbage manager actually wanted them to work, and it was obvious that he didn't understand his own position.

"You...you guys..." Feng Ding felt a fishy and sweet taste rising in his throat, a huge feeling of suffocation in his chest, and he had no strength in his hands.

The secretary noticed something was wrong and immediately stepped forward to support his arm, "Mr. Feng, are you okay? Mr. Feng?!"

Seeing Feng Ding suddenly lose consciousness, the secretary hurriedly called 120, while the culprit beside him said as if nothing had happened, "Since the boss is unconscious, there should be nothing for us to do, so let's leave first."

"You guys!" The secretary was also angry at their behavior, but now was obviously not the time to settle the score as the boss was still unconscious.

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On the first day of the autumn competition of the Personality Obliteration Game, Huo Qiyan dragged Feng Rucen to the competition site under the pretext of spying on the enemy and openly skipped work for a date. The poor Chen Mozhi almost went crazy from taking over the work.

"Huo Qiyan, you are a dog who loves nothing more than a dog! If you don't give me a raise this time, I will take your place next time!"

"A-choo!" Huo Qiyan had just taken the bag of snacks from Feng Rucen when he suddenly sneezed loudly.

Feng Rucen frowned and put the coat he brought with him on him, forcing him to put it on. "Don't take it off. The air conditioning in the venue is turned up high."

Huo Qiyan's cheeks were puffy, and she was very unconvinced, "But it's so hot now, can you wear it later..."

As soon as he grabbed the collar of his shirt, he met Feng Rucen's eyes that refused to negotiate, and immediately put his hand down, "Okay..."

If you don't want to take it off, then don't take it off... Why are you so fierce...

"You can take it off if you want," Feng Rucen said suddenly.

Huo Qiyan couldn't wait to slide her clothes down, and just as her collar was over, she heard Feng Rucen continue to say, "I'll give these two ice creams to others."

Looking at the ice cream shaking in his hand, Huo Qiyan pulled her clothes back with tears in her eyes and looked at him accusingly, "Brother, you really have learned bad things."

Damn it! That was the ice cream he got in exchange for two kisses, he absolutely couldn't give it to anyone else, otherwise he would be sick to death!

Feng Rucen ignored him and just tore off a piece of ice cream and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Brother! That's my popsicle!"

Without thinking, Huo Qiyan subconsciously reached out and snatched the ice cream from his mouth and stuffed it into his own mouth, "Well, good!"

Feng Rucen looked at the impatient person helplessly, took out another ice cream of the same type from the snack bag, and slowly tore open the package, but met the clear and eager eyes of the person...

"Change one?"

"Great! Brother, you're the best!" Huo Qiyan cheered and took a new ice cream, squinting his eyes happily.

Feng Rucen was helpless. As expected, when it came to food, he had no idea what dignity was.

In the stadium, they ate snacks while competing, without having to worry about work at all. Huo Qiyan was so happy today, with handsome guys and delicious food by her side, and she didn't have to deal with those annoying things.

"Boss Huo! Boss Huo! Please stay!"

But happy times are always short-lived. Just as Huo Qiyan was about to get off the contestant's car and go back, before he even stepped on the car, someone behind him called his name in a soul-stirring voice.

Huo Qiyan turned around and saw a staff member in official uniform running towards him quickly, "What's the matter?"

"Boss Huo..." The staff member was breathing heavily and speaking incoherently because he ran too fast. "Well... our leader wants to invite you over. He wants to know something from you."

"Ah? Does it have to be now?" Huo Qiyan was a little unhappy. He wanted to go home for dinner and didn't want to work.

But the staff's firm attitude said it all, "Sorry, we need you to come over right away."

"Okay..." Huo Qiyan retracted his foot and smiled at the driver and the contestants, "Then you guys go back first, be careful on the road, order whatever you want to eat tonight, I'll pay!"

"Wuhu! Mr. Huo is so generous!"

Waving goodbye to his little ones, Huo Qiyan took Feng Rucen's hand and said to the staff, "Please lead the way."

The two followed the staff through the employee passage to the door of the director's room backstage. The staff knocked on the door, and a strong male voice came from inside to let them in.

When the door was pushed open, what came into view was a densely packed surveillance screen. An honest man was fiddling with something on the keyboard in front of the screen.

"Wait for me for a few minutes, Xiao Zhao, go get two bottles of water."

"Ok."

Huo Qiyan turned to look at Feng Rucen beside him with some confusion, wondering what the other party wanted to do with him. Feng Rucen did not say anything, but quietly took the person to sit on a chair beside him.

Huo Qiyan was a little bored and looked around. In addition to many monitoring screens, there were also many unfamiliar devices in the director's room. They were probably used for broadcasting. He didn't dare to touch them and had to shift his gaze to the screen in front of him.

? !!! This is not!