Heroic Death System

“Mr. Smell, former employees of Tyson accessories are in trouble at the construction site, do we need to ask the relevant departments to mediate?” The Secretary asked.

“Tyson accessories?” Nor did Jingrong lift his head, "said the factory he had just acquired last month? Didn't you already pay those employees a nice severance pay? ”

“Tyson accessories are mostly older than seven or eight years. Losing this job, I'm afraid...”

“The News Club is not a shelter and has no obligation to help them arrange their backtracks.” Hear the scene interrupt indifferently, "all old factories will be reintegrated, intelligent step by step, and the reduction of the surplus labor force is an inevitable trend. You call the department and let him handle it. ”

Wen Jingrong has always been a radical reform of backward technology projects. As long as decisions are made, they will not look back.

“Okay, I'll arrange it.” The Secretary withdrew from the Office.

It can be turned into a fiction, disengaged from the pen, and drifted out with the secretary.

He had previously seen Tyson's rectification plan, heard that Jingjun had acquired Tyson's accessories and had directly laid off more than two hundred people. Although he had paid a year's salary, those workers were not skilled and too old. In an age of total technological upgrading, it was very difficult for manual workers to work.

You can still think of a bottom line to work out a solution. Although he did not yet know how to die bravely for the employment of others, he would at least complete his mission objectives before doing so.

Tyson's factory is about a dozen kilometres from the city, and he could have quietly brought his "body” with him in order to find out. If the pen is in the hands of the contractor, he can only move within three kilometers. Leaving the covenant is not restricted. But he can only absorb brazen breath by the indenturer. The brazen breath of the others is completely blocked from the indenture boundaries.

When Jean-Claude arrived at Tyson's factory, he saw hundreds of people blocked in the doorway and denied access to journalistic technicians. The two sides quarreled and the scene was chaotic. Soon after, a car stopped at the door and then walked out of a middle-aged man with a large stomach stool, walking into the crowd with several men in uniform.

It can be assumed that this person should be the square in the scenic mouth. He didn't come, but he began to agitate the original angry employees, but for a moment, he went straight from Wendo to Martial Arts.

Jean-Claude vowed that their struggle was definitely not because of his own pen, at least he thought so himself. Sang can stand in the corner, quietly wielding the bravery of rolling over his body...

“Smell Chief, something happened to Tyson over there.” The secretary hurried into the office, reporting that, "I just received word that the Bureau had been injured. ”

The smell frowned and said slightly: "Turn the surveillance on, I need to know the specifics. ”

The secretary hastily transferred the factory's video images.

He watched with no expression and suddenly pressed the pause button when the video was halfway through, his eyes locked tightly on the shadow in the corner.

Then he stood up and said, "Let's go and check it out. ”

The secretary's eyes flashed a little surprise, but the reaction promptly informed the driver and the bodyguard.

Wen Jingjun sat in the car and stared at the video, specifically at the young man who was watching.

Since I met him that day near the entertainment club, Jingrong sent a large number of people to investigate his identity. Yet a few days later, there was no result, and the other side disappeared like nothing, completely untouchable.

Just as he was about to lose patience, he was seen on this watch. What does he have to do with Tyson? Is it the original employee or the employee's family?

Wen Jingrong pulled out all Tyson's redundancy lists and did not find any information on him in them. So he could be a family member of an employee?

“Who's in charge of Tyson now?” Jingjung suddenly asked.

The secretary replied: "It's Manager Gao Hong Gao. ”

“Call him and ask him to send someone to keep an eye on the young man and keep him safe.” Scenic jungle means that nature is sanctimonious.

“Okay.” The secretary looked curiously at the number of eyes in the picture and dialed the phone of the senior manager as instructed.

You don't know you've been spotted and you're still watching the scene.

At this moment, a sudden shout was heard among the conflagrating crowds, and they gradually stopped fighting and all eyes converged in one direction.

Shannon felt a familiar aura approaching him, turning his head and seeing the vibrant scenic diameter straight towards him.

How could he be here?

Wen Jingrong ignored everyone's awe-inspiring and suspicious gaze, walked a short distance from him and stopped, then looked up and said to them: “I am Wen Jingrong, the president of Wen Jing Group, I understand your situation. Factory intelligence is imperative, as are layoffs. As for you, I have other plans. Don't be impatient, go back and wait for the news. The injured will go to the senior manager later and report that we are solely responsible for your medical expenses. ”

Everyone heard that there was no surprise in their faces, and then asked how Jingjung planned to arrange it.

“Specific arrangements will be communicated to you when we have discussed them.” The smell is brilliant and the tone is unquestionable.

The crowd watched him, subconsciously do not go too far, do not dare to continue to meddle. After all, the identity of Jingrong is there, and it will never be reversed in front of so many people.

It's a little hard to believe that you've almost solved 200 jobs before you even started acting? Though the person who really did it was Smell Jingrong.

Seeing things settled, Jingjung grabbed Shangko's hand and said, "Come with me”, he couldn't refuse to take his seat. As for the secretary, he sent him to the bodyguard's car.

After instructing the driver to drive, he heard Jingrong try to contain the excitement in his heart and asked, “Your name. ”

Even though they've had it many times in their dreams, he hasn't been able to ask his name.

“Yet.” He frowned slightly, wondering if it was the reason for being too close, and it was very painful to smell the light on Jingrong. He gathered his body under the breath of the scent, as if he had been needled.

Strangely, this sharp tingling sensation never occurred when I usually hung it in the form of cufflinks on Jingjun.

It is possible to unconsciously pull the distance between the two, avoiding physical contact, the pain definitely relieves a lot.

The smell was bleak and he was unusually uncomfortable with his alienation. They were that intimate in their dreams, and he even remembered every part of his body, but in reality he didn't know himself at all, or even contradicted himself.

Sniffing his mouth, Jing asked: "Are there any of your relatives among the employees? ”

“No, it's just a few familiar elders.” Jean-Claude is currently a black household and naturally cannot say anything.

“I'll give those people jobs as long as you come with me.” Wen Jingjun could see that he could still pay attention to those people, which is why this condition was thrown directly.

Jean-Claude glanced at him and set him up for the first formal meeting? It's getting more efficient for someone to do things.

“Go with you? Where are you going?” he asked quietly.

“Live with me.” Wen Jingjun answered simply and clearly.

“... we didn't seem to know each other before?” I really didn't expect him to be so direct. For a “stranger," would you really like to offer an invitation to live together?

“Now I know.” The smell of Jingrong did not conceal the intention in his eyes, burning his gaze over his eyebrows, falling on his hydrated red lips, thinking about how he had tasted it deeply and how he had made it more gorgeous… the body flew quickly up a flame, the blood boiling all over his body.

After searching for the man of his dreams for a long time, now that he really appears before him, he has no control over his desire to take possession of him.

With the man's increasingly blatant attention, he could only feel a current all over his body. Su De his whole body was soft, so he resisted the offense easily. He seriously showed his determination that he could not bend over and seduce him: “Sorry, I'm afraid...”

Before the refusal was finished, Jingjun interrupted: “Let me get this straight, I love you at first sight, I hope to have further development with you, cohabitation is the first step in cultivating emotion, whether you like it or not, I will pull you into my life. ”

This is definitely the most unbeaten confession that Jean has ever heard... if he didn't know his obsession with himself, that would be enough to get him into the Cold House.

Needless to say, he is now an invisible pencil demon, and even if he is truly human, it is impossible to accept such a request just before five minutes have elapsed. Has this guy's lover been eaten by dogs? How dare you take a course that implies euphemism?

“Smell it, you're a little fast, I can't keep up.” Not in a hurry, anyway, as long as the biu goes down, he will be turned back into a low-key and elegant brush.

“It's okay, I'll take you.” Smell Jingrong cross his back waist with one arm, as if he had practiced many times, naturally bringing him into his arms.

The arm had just touched Sankoh's body, and the tingling sensation of needles appeared again. Jean-Claude was a spiritual spirit, suddenly backing away, breaking free from his arms.

The smell of Jingrong's dark eyes, seeing him so resistant to himself, an unstoppable rage attack on his mind. Anyone who refuses, he can care less, except this one in front of him!

His breath, his touch, his taste, has blended into his soul, becoming a drug addiction he can't stop.

Smell Jingrong pressed him against the car door, leaned over and kissed him, almost greedily biting his lips.

They can be squeezed into a narrow space, bent legs, and forced apart by a hot body.

The scenic beastly gaze directly into his eyes, underneath - close to him, you can clearly feel the shape of desire, the hot temperatures, through the fabric, burning the skin on the inside of the cocoa.

Yet at this time, there was no enthusiasm of dry wood fire, smelling the bliss on Jingrong's body, like a sharp blade, cut his body with a knife.

Jean-Claude showed pain on his face, his arms crossed, blocking the man from his body while lifting his legs and kicking him in the stomach.

Smell Jingjung grab his ankle and pull back. Sankoh's body slipped down, lying on the seat, and his legs were split across the scenic waist.

Sniffing Jingrong sees youths in messy clothes, and the images of them making love in their cars come to mind. The scene in the dream coincides with everything in front of him, except that in the dream he is extremely involved with him, while the real him so resists his intimacy. The look of fear on the young man's face made him feel the beating of his heart as if he was being treated as an enemy by a babe under his care.

Hearing Jingjung tried to suppress the constant mania in his heart, he closed his eyes and when he opened them again, his eyes recovered from the deep depths of the past.

He would pick him up and help him tidy up his messy clothes, whispering: “Go home with me. ”

Though gentle, the tone carries an undeniable strength.

Still looking at the man in front of him, it is somewhat clear that the difficulty of this world is not the task, but the smell of the scenery. Previously he could soothe his hidden atrocities with his tolerance, his love and his hot body, but now he has to turn him away.

Smell the bliss on Jingrong, not only will he suffer, but will also burn his life. The closer he gets to smelling Jingrong, the faster his vitality drains.

He can die on any occasion, in any form, in any accident, but not in the hands of this man, who bears the guilt of killing him.