Knife in hand, follow me, kill Zhao Dog, rob rain soft

Employees at Hanjiang couldn't understand why their boss was scolding Mr. Zhao, but upon second thought, it just showed how good their relationship was.

Otherwise, how could they dare to casually insult each other?

For a moment, they felt a sense of pride in being associated with Rong, and their smiles became more confident.

After all, who in Binhai didn't know Mr. Zhao now?

Their boss had such a good relationship with Mr. Zhao, and as employees, they naturally felt proud.

"What are you all laughing at?"

Chen Han never expected to be so infuriated, yet the employees were still laughing, making him even more angry.

"Boss, seeing your good relationship with Mr. Zhao, we're genuinely happy for you," the male assistant said with a smiling face.

This statement was like stabbing Chen Han with a knife.

Chen Han angrily shouted, "You're fired!"

Then, leaving the bewildered crowd, he suppressed the urge to curse and walked towards the elevator.

He had to rush to the airport to meet his wife.

"Chen Dong! You haven't really fallen out with Mr. Zhao, have you? You must be careful! The company can do without you... No, the company can't do without you, and even more so, it can't do without him!" A senior executive behind him earnestly advised.

Chen Han almost stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Damn!"

He felt that the biggest tragedy of his life was meeting Zhao Yan, regretting it deeply!

Zhao Yan was the origin of all tragedies!

After sorting things out with his wife, he would definitely express his "profound" gratitude to Zhao Yan for everything he had done.

How profound would that gratitude be?

It would depend on the size of his fist.

..............

Binhai University, the first class ended.

Chen Yurou had just left.

Chaos erupted in the classroom.

"Damn! Lao Zhao, no wonder you're so confident. It turns out you've long had an affair with the Ice Queen!"

"Hurry up and confess! When did this happen? You're truly a passionate man, actually melting the Ice Queen. You're amazing!"

"Don't deny it! The eyes of the masses are sharp. We all just witnessed her inviting you for a sweet drink... No, inviting you for milk."

Zhang Yuan, Chen Mao, Liu Qiang looked at Zhao Yan with envy and jealousy. After all, Chen Yurou might be cold, but her figure and looks were top-notch!

Moreover, her cold temperament gave a unique stimulus, and when she deviated from the norm to shyly smile, it was breathtaking.

Now that she was involved with Zhao Yan, how could they not envy and be jealous?

Zhao Yan shrugged, looking at the three guys with a smile. "This is all thanks to you. If you hadn't given me her WeChat, there wouldn't have been this story. My only repayment to you guys is to win her and make her your stepmom!"

"Damn!" The three of them exclaimed in unison.

Never would they have thought that their attempt to prank Zhao Yan would actually lead to him and Chen Yurou getting together. They found it hard to express their feelings.

"I won't say more. I have to go to Teacher Chen's place for milk. It's annoying, and I don't even want to go, but refusing isn't a good idea," Zhao Yan said with a frustrated expression.

Everyone: "→_→"

Is this Versailles? It surely is!

Chen Mao exclaimed, "But isn't this too fast? You've only known each other for a week, and you're already hooking up?"

"Fast?" Zhao Yan shook his head, looking at him sympathetically. "Those who are unattractive will never understand how proactive women can be, trying to enhance their appearance."

With that, he walked out of the classroom, shaking his head. "So annoying, I really don't like older women. What should I do?"

Everyone: "←_←"

"Damn it! I can't stand it anymore!"

"I've had enough too!"

"Knife in hand! Follow me, let's go, kill Zhao the dog! Save Yurou!" Everyone rushed towards the show-off.

"Damn it! Ah Qiang, you're serious!"

Zhao Yan glanced back and saw Liu Qiang holding a broom. He quickly accelerated and dashed out of the classroom.

With his enhanced physique, he was very fast.

In less than three seconds, his figure disappeared.

Leaving behind a stunned group of people.

"Is this the legendary three-second man?"

A girl muttered to herself.

In the corridor, a physical education teacher named Meng Hao watched the big black rat just darting past, and half of his bun fell to the ground in shock.

Then he suddenly shouted excitedly, "Is this human speed? This beast's talent should be used in this year's Olympics; otherwise, it's considered treason!"

"Who knows what his name is! Tell me his name quickly! Are you all idiots!"

Meng Hao's eyes bulged, muscles tensed, and with polite enthusiasm, he asked the crowd.

"Teacher!" A young man suddenly raised his hand.

Meng Hao looked at him hopefully.

The young man said, "He didn't say just now."

"Hahaha..." The whole room burst into laughter.

"Go to hell," Meng Hao cursed.

"He's called Zhao Yan," someone shouted.

Meng Hao's eyes brightened at first, then dimmed, and finally became firm.

............

In Chen Yurou's office.

"Teacher Chen, thank you for the milk, it's very sweet and delicious." Zhao Yan held a box of milk and thanked Chen Yurou politely.

Chen Yurou didn't know what came to her mind when she heard this, her pretty face blushed slightly, showing some embarrassment, but when she raised her head, she saw Zhao Yan drinking the milk earnestly, his eyes clear.

She blamed herself again, it seems that her thoughts were unhealthy, Zhao Yan was just expressing his gratitude to her, what bad intentions could he have?

"Um, Zhao Yan, my brother lost to you in a game last night, he's very angry, there might be some extreme reactions, please don't take it to heart." Chen Yurou flicked her hair and said softly.

Zhao Yan smiled faintly, "Don't worry, I won't be so petty with him. No matter what he does to me, I'll forgive him."

"You're really broad-minded." Chen Yurou admired him, compared to her brother who lost a game and cursed at others, Zhao Yan was too magnanimous.

It seems that although her brother has been imitating Zhao Yan, he has only learned superficially and not grasped the essence.

Zhao Yan confidently blurted out, "After all, we have a great relationship, like brothers. I've gotten used to his meticulous personality."

"Besides, there's you."

As Zhao Yan uttered the last sentence, he gazed affectionately at Chen Yurou's petite, rosy face.

"What does your business have to do with me?" In the split second their eyes met, Chen Yurou quickly lowered her head, a blush tinting her cheeks, displaying a bashful demeanor.

This young lady's shy appearance made Zhao Yan inwardly exclaim, "I've got this."

The icy exterior is a facade; this is the true nature.

Zhao Yan looked at her with a sly smile, "Really, no connection at all? Chen Yurou, suddenly being so good to me, can you honestly say it's not because you like me?"

"Of course... not... it's not!" Chen Yurou never expected Zhao Yan to unveil the truth so straightforwardly, and she became nervously stuttering, palms sweaty.

Rising from his seat, Zhao Yan playfully advanced step by step.

"Chen Yurou, really not?"

"Not!" Chen Yurou's eyes darted, hands fidgeting, retreating.

"Truly not?"

"Not!"

"Really not?"

"Oh, okay! It is, alright?" Chen Yurou had no more room to retreat, admitting defeat. Her face turned as red as an apple, and her delicate body trembled slightly.

Zhao Yan chuckled, "Well, there you have it. Liking someone is nothing to hide."

"So... do you agree?" Chen Yurou, a bit nervous yet expectant, asked with a soft, mosquito-like voice.

Pretending to contemplate, Zhao Yan, watching Chen Yurou's tense expression, couldn't help but want to laugh. Then, he casually said, "Well, let's see how you perform."

Getting a girlfriend is much better than being pursued by beautiful women all the time. Zhao Yan knew how to draw the line.

As long as he never accepted a woman's confession.

He could have many admirers simultaneously.

And still confidently pursue others.

Chen Yurou's eyes sparkled; if Zhao Yan didn't reject her, that meant he had some affection for her. She believed that with a bit more effort, she could become his girlfriend.

Yes, being a loyal companion is how it works. Always thinking that one more act of loyalty will make a difference. As time goes on, the more you invest, the harder it becomes to let go.

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