Sister, you miss me

Fujiwara's pupils shrank. He couldn't see through the young man in front of him. He didn't know why the boneless man named Takashi Coffin was so humble, he was simply a dog slave.

Fujiwara Hiroo was not afraid, but Yang Feng was aroused to fight.

Of course, originally, he had to send the arrow on the string.

"Okay, let's see who died."

"Of course it's you."

"Where are your weapons?"

"You don't deserve to let me draw the sword."

Yang Feng said casually, in fact, if he wanted to draw, he had to have talent. At this time, all he could draw was a big gun that couldn't leave his body.

But Fujiwara Hiroo thought otherwise, thinking that Yang Feng hadn't paid attention to it at all.

"Well, you will definitely regret your arrogance today!"

Fujiwara Hiroo didn't talk nonsense, shook out a few sword flowers, and went straight to Yang Feng's middle door.

Yang Feng's right arm was broken, his body balance was not well grasped, and he could not exercise vigorously.

However, Fujiwara Hiroo really couldn't take care of that much.

A sword stabbed, Yang Feng did not dodge.

Coffin Long's eyes widened suddenly.

Even though Junko Liu knew that Yang Feng would be fine, she closed her eyes in fright, but after all she showed a little bit of fingers and peeked through the gap.

Takeda Yumi exclaimed.In her consciousness, Yang Feng must be a body of flesh and blood. He had seen blood before, why didn't he hide.

The happiest one is Fujiwara Hiroo. He and Takeda Yumi have an idea, after all, they are flesh and blood. If you don't hide, don't blame the old man.

Zheng!

There was no chuckle of swords in the flesh, it was a sound of gold and iron.

Everyone looked at it and saw that Yang Feng's right hand had two fingers sandwiching the sword, making it difficult for the soft sword to advance.

"Are you human?"

Fujiwara Hiroo said while wrestling.

"I will tell you before you die."

Yang Feng said lightly.

Fujiwara Hiroo repeated the old technique, his wrist flicked, and a wave of fluctuations passed through the sword.

His soft sword is not ordinary, it is sharp and has short hair. He wants to see how Yang Feng can guard against it.

It is a pity that Yang Feng turned a blind eye, turning his right wrist and twisting the soft sword into a twist with two fingers.

Hiroo Fujiwara realized that such a stalemate would not hurt Yang Feng at all, so he thought of withdrawing the sword.

"Are you served?"

Fujiwara Hiroo didn't say a word, but he obviously acquiesced.

"Break my arm and get out."

"Skills can be killed but not humiliated!"

Hiroo Fujiwara trembled.

Yang Feng's face shrank, and he shot like lightning, and that soft sword reached his hand, and when it landed, it had become an iron lump.

Seeing this scene, Fujiwara Hiroo's eyes widened, and he took a deep breath.

Yang Feng turned his back and said, "Coffin Long, he wants to sacrifice his life for justice. You can fulfill him."

"Subordinates understand!"

"We are a society under the rule of law, dare you!"

Yang Feng almost made a laugh. Is this bastard funny, now thinking of the law?Could it be shameless?

But Yang Feng had to hold back and endured very hard.

Seeing Yang Feng indifferent and seeing Coffin Takashi approaching step by step, Fujiwara Hiroo panicked and said: "Coffin Takashi, even if I am empty-handed, you are not my opponent, let alone you are still sitting in a wheelchair."

"It's not an opponent who wants to take you down, this is Mr.'s order!"

Yang Feng stood behind him, Coffin Long emboldened.

Also because Yang Feng was standing there, Fujiwara Hiroo didn't have the courage for the first battle. Even if he defeated or even severely injured Coffin Ryu, what would he still be unable to pass Yang Feng's level and still cannot leave this office.

Now, there seems to be only one way to go.

Forget it, stay in the green hills without worrying about firewood.

Fujiwara Hiroo figured it out, and felt a lot more relaxed. Isn't it just breaking his arm? I'm breaking.However, soon another problem came to mind.

I have broken one arm, how can I break the other arm?

"Coffin Long, stop!"

Seeing the coffin Takashi trembling, he opened his teeth and danced his claws, and Fujiwara Hiroo called.

Coffin Long looked puzzled: "Did you stop?"

"Yes, I stopped, I'll take it, Mr. Yang Feng, I promised your terms and cut my arm."

Fujiwara Hiroo said hurriedly.

"I figured it out?" Coffin Long sneered, "You are rude first, arrogant first, and the husband will give you a step. If you don't go down the donkey, you are really a fool."

"Yes, I am a fool, I am a fool."

Yang Feng turned his head, expressionless: "If I say that my conditions have changed, what will you do?"

"Change, what has become!"

Fujiwara Hiroo was almost crying.

Yang Feng shook his head: "Being a wicked person must have the responsibility of being a wicked person, you..."

"I am breaking my arm, I am going to do it now."

After all, Fujiwara Hiroo waved his arm and smashed it on the wall.

The scene was bloody, but it was a pity that I didn't break it for a long time, and I won't be cruel to myself after all.

"Fujiwara Hiroo, hurry up, sir, every day."

Coffin Long urged.

"Coffin Long, please help me."

"This..." Coffin Long had a weird expression, "Are you sure?"

"Sure, I am begging you, and I will never anger you in the future."

Fujiwara Hiroo made a statement.

"Very well, it is not easy to see you, then I will help you."

As he said, Takashi Kaguki pressed Fujiwara's arm against the wall and hammered three punches in three consecutive positions.

The first punch hit the big arm, and Fujiwara Hiroo's body suddenly twitched.

It collapsed with one punch, which shows the skill of Coffin Long.

The second punch is at the elbow and the third punch is the forearm.

After the three punches, Fujiwara Hiroo collapsed to the ground, like a sieve, as if he was about to faint at any time.

Coffin Long seemed to have done something extraordinary, and looked back at Yang Feng as if asking for credit, and smiled flatteringly.

As a result, enthusiasm is attached to cold fart-share.

Yang Feng said coldly: "Get out, get out together."

In the blink of an eye, they both left.

The office was handed over to others to clean up, and Yang Feng was taken to the rest area by Junko Yanagi. Takeda Yumi brought two cups of coffee and stopped leaving.

"Husband, thanks to you, otherwise, no one knows what to do."

Junko Liu Sheng held Yang Feng's arm and nestled on his shoulder.

Yang Feng smiled and said: "I caused the trouble for you, of course I have to solve it for you, but I think that after this matter, no one will bother you anymore, and no one will trouble Liusheng Construction."

"Yes."

Junko Yanagi nodded in relief.

"In the afternoon, take me to see your model project."

"it is good."

Junko Yanagi said, and when she turned her head, she found that secretary Takeda looked at Yang Feng beautifully, and she smiled, "Beautiful, is there anything else?"

"No...no, sir, president, you sit down, I'll go see if the office is cleaned."

Takeda Yumi blushed and left as if running away.

Junko Liusheng shook his head: "Husband, is your charm always so big? Look, my beautiful secretary is also fascinated by you."

"Yes?" Yang Feng said, "That's really a sin."

At noon, Yang Feng experienced the food in the company canteen.

Fried fish, lettuce, rice, miso soup.

The rice is all fixed, that is, it looks like a seven-point full, no wonder their men are not fat.

Yang Feng tasted it briefly, but there was really no appetite.

In the afternoon, Junko Yanagyu, Yumi Takeda, one is the president and the other is the secretary to the president. Two beautiful women accompanied Yang Feng to visit the nuclear power plants, large thermal power stations, Shinkansen, magnetic levitation near the neon capital...

One afternoon can be described as non-stop.

Back at the company, the three of them also worked for a while.

Yang Feng got a relatively objective survey data.

Stepping out of the company's door, Junko Yanu took a look at the time and said, "Beautiful, I have worked hard, I invite you to dinner."

Takeda Yumi glanced at Yang Feng and nodded: "Thank you, President."

Women are very sensitive, and Takeda's graceful little movements can't be hidden from Junko Yanagi's eyes, but she just smiled helplessly.

Although Yang Feng is not a casual person, he is indeed not a casual person. I'm afraid that Takeda Youmei is going to make a mistake.

At this time, Yang Feng was looking up at the sky.

The night sky is pure and deep, and the last quarter moon is beautiful.

In the breath, a faint brilliance penetrated into the body, very refreshing, but no trace was found.

"Husband, where are we going?" Junko Yanagi asked for advice.

"It doesn't matter." Yang Feng thought for a while, "Why don't you experience your market style."

Yang Feng means food stalls. It is often seen in film and television dramas. It seems very pleasant to eat and drink some sake.

After all, I went to the food stall.

The boss is a mellow uncle. Seeing Yang Feng leading two beautiful and beautiful girls, he gave him a thumbs up.

Yang Feng shook his head and smiled. If the harem brought them all, it wouldn't make people envious.

I ordered some seafood and vegetables, and it came with a dozen sake.

"Wait a minute, get you the corkscrew."

However, the uncle just took the corkscrew in his hand, his eyes stared like copper bells, and his mouth was wide enough to fit a duck egg.

Takeda Yumi also opened her beautiful eyes and looked unbelievable. However, thinking about everything she witnessed in the office today, she was relieved immediately.

Yang Feng just made an extremely simple action, and opened all the bottle caps with his thumb.

"amazing."

Uncle thumbs up again.

"Beautiful, simple, don't mind."

With that, Junko Yanagi glanced at Yang Feng, "It's mainly because my husband hasn't tasted our street food, let him experience it."

"dry!"

Yang Feng put two bottles of sake in the hands of two women, picked up one by himself, and touched them.

"What a fuck!"

Seeing that Yang Feng and Junko Yanagi are doing it, Takeda Yumi said, "I will go home soon!"

Yang Feng shook his head, "It doesn't feel any different from running water."

If it were a different man, the uncle next to him would have quit a long time ago, and he would definitely refute his remarks and tell him about his country’s wine culture, whether his countrymen use small cups to drink.

But seeing the man blow-dry a bottle in one mouthful, and still look tasteless, he didn't feel that he was not ashamed at all, but felt a domineering rush on his face.

The uncle shook his head. No wonder people can lead two beautiful and extraordinary girls at the same time, with pig's feet halo on their heads!