love collection system

"So - there is no other way but to let me go on a blind date?" Fu Su leaned against the wall, kicked a pebble on the ground, and said lazily, "My dear brother, you know what I hate the most, Why don't you castrate me if you want me to get married?"

"If you wish, you can be satisfied."

"Come on, the Qing Dynasty is dead."

A vague voice came from the phone: "Whatever you like in the future, but you have to meet."

"I understand, I understand, I'm already near the hotel."

"...Don't mess it up." He paused for a moment, and then said, "Brother Suan, please."

"Relax, seeing how nervous you are, I'll bring you a sister-in-law back tonight."

Fu Su hung up the phone, looked up at the luxurious hotel, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

After he was urgently recalled back to China by his brother, Fu Su knew the precarious situation of his company. To be precise, the economic situation of several leading business families in City A was very low, and the important lifelines of catering, chemical industry, entertainment, etc. were all in danger. Caught in the hands of the same chaebol—it appeared invisible, and its power quietly penetrated into the entire economic network of City A like a vine. With a clatter of its sharp claws, the once impregnable defense wall collapsed.Even the business tycoon, the He family, is struggling to hold on amidst the ups and downs.

No wonder that kid He Yan didn't come after him for the next two years, it turned out that he was stumbled by something in the business field.

But marriage...Fu Su doesn't think this method can save his company, but his brother has worked hard to take care of relatives in the past few years, and he has been playing for so many years, and he seems a little sorry for not doing something?Anyway, let's talk about it first.

He walked into the revolving door with one hand in his pocket, reported the box number, and the waiter led him to the third floor.

The corridor is covered with a dark red carpet with simple and gorgeous patterns, which absorbs all the sound of people's footsteps. European medieval oil paintings are hung on the walls on both sides, and the warm yellow light from the wall lamps adds a touch of mystery. Breath of silence.

Walking to the door of the box, the waiter bowed and left, the whole process was quiet as if he even restrained his breathing and dared not speak loudly.

Fu Su Yuguang lightly glanced at the corner of the elevator, and at the moment just now, a piece of black clothes flicked through the air. Obviously, after they got off the elevator, someone was watching from behind.

Is it to prevent him from escaping?

Well, interesting, hot little beauty, what do you want to do?

I'm a little curious.

Fu Su curled up the corners of his mouth, and the smile deepened in his eyes, and then he turned serious and knocked on the door with his fingers. After a while, the door slowly opened from the inside, and a warm scent of incense overflowed from inside.

It was a big man in black who opened the door. After Fusu came in, he locked the door with a click.

...the door is locked.It seemed that everything was not his illusion—he seemed to have stepped into a certain preset trap.

Fusu didn't panic, he had even experienced the incident of being surrounded by more than a dozen people with guns, this is really nothing.However, when his eyes moved to a certain place, he paused slightly - the person sitting on the seat with his back to him was a man.

The other party was wearing a solemn and meticulous black dress, his black hair was sprayed with hairspray, and was combed all the way back. At this moment, he was lowering his head slightly, holding the knife and fork gleaming coldly in his hand, cutting the bloodshot steak His movements are elegant and dignified.

The box was very dark, there were about ten men in black, all standing quietly in the dark, the crystal chandelier on the top of the dining table became the only light source, reflecting the man's whole body like a halo of light.

Fusu suppressed the frivolous whistle with the tip of his tongue, thinking at the same time:

This is my blind date...?

Good, very satisfied, thank you brother, your brother is about to jump into the grave of marriage.

He broke the silence of the room with a smile: "Hello."

The man put down the table knife, and there was a slight "ding" when the blade collided with the porcelain plate, which inexplicably made Fu Su's hair stand on end.

"Come. Sit."

The low voice, like the low sonority of a cello, is pleasant to the ear, and the hormones belonging to a mature man are about to overflow.

Fu Su happily walked across the dining table, raised his eyelids slightly, habitually raised a casual and charming smile, and opened his mouth to say something flirty, but when he suddenly met the deep and dark eyes of the other party, his expression Freeze instantly.

Nini Nima's He Jing! ?

Fusu seemed to have been hit on the head with a hammer suddenly, his complexion changed, he took a step back abruptly, his feet hooked to the foot of the chair, the high-back chair flipped backwards, and landed heavily with a "bump".

He Jing slowly wiped the gravy from the corners of his mouth with a napkin. After combing his bangs, his cold and sharp face was highlighted. His long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and his thin lips were half curved: "Long time no see." , my... Susu."

Fu Su: [What the hell is going on! ]

System: [The king... is back? ]

Fu Su wanted to cry but had no tears: [It's your numbness, I want to go. ]

The system had no choice but to remind him: [80.00% five's pollution value...Although it is very sad, Susu, you seem to be unable to escape now. ]

Yes, I found out.

Fu Su restrained his legs that were weak reflexively when he saw He Jing, and after the person raised the chair, he sat down slowly: "...you are back."

"Yes, I'm back." He Jing raised his chin lightly, and then someone went up to pour the dark red wine into the wine glass in front of Fusu: "Have a drink?"

Fu Su was silent for a moment, picked up the wine glass, and the two clinked glasses from a distance.

"How do you..."

He Jing's eyes were like two deep pools, looking at him quietly: "Why did I appear here, right?"

Fusu nodded.

"You can ask your brother." He Jing laughed lowly: "Without your brother's cooperation, we might not have met so soon. Trading your brother for the stability of the entire family seems to be a good deal."

Fu Su's eyes flickered slightly.

Fuck you bully, you were sold by your own brother... Really!elder brother!!It's fine if it's a young lady, but the other party is He Jing, that He Jing who lives every day!This is pushing my brother into the crematorium!Not alive!

Soon, he linked everything together, his eyes widened: "You, could it be..."

Although Fusu doesn't pay attention to the affairs of the market, he was brainwashed by his brother for two days, and he roughly remembers that in just three years, he controlled the economic destiny of City A, turned his hands into clouds and turned his hands into rain, and created a generation of legends. The great chaebols originated in North America, and then took advantage of various forces to gain momentum, and their branches extended to the land of the Celestial Dynasty. They developed with an unstoppable momentum and built today's business empire.

And the man at the helm of this behemoth is perfectly hidden behind the scenes, refusing all magazine and TV interviews, mysteriously as if he doesn't exist.

He Jing still looked at him deeply, and then his eyes curved up happily: "You're still so smart, as expected...I like Susu the most."

Me, fuck me... Fusu drank a sip of wine to suppress his shock, and felt that his ass seemed to be, at first, hurting.

Even my own company was crushed mercilessly, this, this is simply...

Not the little one I know anymore.

It has become good, bad, and scary.

"I'm going to the bathroom."

No one stopped him.

Fusu unlocked the lock, left sideways, then rushed into the bathroom at the bottom of the corridor, stuck his fingers down his throat, and after successfully spitting out what he drank, he flushed his face with cold water.

Anyway, run away first.

There was a window in the toilet. Fusu glanced down. It was an alley with a few cars parked, but no one came and went.

It doesn't seem to be very high.He supported it with one hand, and he jumped onto the window sill, and squatted halfway in the window frame. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and jump down, an interesting male voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Are you sure—to jump?"

Fu Su's pupils shrank slightly.

A dozen or so men in black wearing sunglasses walked out of the car underneath in an instant, raised their pistols in unison, and aimed at the window where he was.

He Jing took out a cigarette, lit it, but didn't smoke, just tilted his head, and looked at Fusu with a half-smile: "If you dare to jump, they will shoot. I won't stop it, and I won't have time to stop it. "

The smile that was blurred by the smoke seemed to still have the brilliant innocence of the past, and it seemed that there was nothing left.

Fusu stared at him.

Damn, he really deserves to be a brother, he's just as ruthless in his bones.

But... I just don't believe it.

He turned around and jumped down. The moment the hem of his clothes fluttered, he saw He Jing froze from the corner of his vision, his face turned pale, he stepped forward, and then - almost grabbed his arm fiercely.

Veins popped out on He Jing's forehead, and after removing the pretended indifference on the surface, anger surged in those eyes, and when the black clouds were overwhelming, Fu Su couldn't help but chuckled.

He jumped.

The people below, like sculptures, did not shoot.

He Jing dragged him back to the toilet, pressed him firmly on the ground, clamped his neck with both hands, and said through gritted teeth: "Even if you know you will shoot, you still have to run away!"

Fusu had difficulty breathing, struggled politely, sighed inwardly, and thought:

Of course I guessed that I wouldn't shoot. I'm most afraid of death.

I know you like Brother Su the most.

So I don't even bother to struggle now... You won't really strangle me anyway.

But this time, he might be really angry. He Jing pinched him unconscious, and when he belatedly let go of his hand, Fusu's neck already had obvious red marks on his neck.His eyes were bloodshot, and he locked him tightly in his arms with terrifying force, wishing he could crush him and stuff him into his body, making him unable to go anywhere, making him inseparable from himself even in death .

"You can't escape."

A thousand desires, a thousand longings, you will be mine.

[Ding——The mental pollution value of the target person He Jing has reached 90.00%. ]