After all, it was asking someone to do something, so when Song Yuru made two requests, she looked at Huang Xiaolong with a cute look, "Huang Xiaolong, can it be okay..."

Huang Xiaolong looked at Song Yuru with snow-white skin, clear and lively eyes, and a charming face in purity. He thought carefully for a few seconds and shook his head and said, "No. Big wife, the second request, I can't agree to you. I won't do anything to pretend to be my boyfriend."

"Ah?" Song Yuru was anxious.

You know, Song Yuru is recognized as the school beauty in school, but she has never talked about her boyfriend. The girls in the dormitory often introduce her to her, which makes her very embarrassed. This time, she treats her to dinner. If she doesn't bring her a male companion, it will inevitably be another critical meeting.

I happened to meet Huang Xiaolong today, and subconsciously had a good impression of Huang Xiaolong, so I took a plan and prepared to let Huang Xiaolong pretend to be his boyfriend to solve the urgent problem.

"Huang Xiaolong, why don't you talk about love at all... You have taken advantage of me several times, and you even called me 'big wife'. Now you don't want to ask you to help me with a little favor... You are so cruel..." Song Yuru said "heartbroken".

"No, my wife, we are destined to get married, have children and live a happy life. I am your boyfriend, why do you pretend to be?" Huang Xiaolong said very seriously.

"Uh..." Song Yuru was stunned. She chewed Huang Xiaolong's words, and a gorgeous red glow suddenly appeared on her pretty face, "I'm so faint, I'm still studying, okay? Getting married? Having a child? Is she still a child!"

"Big wife, I can accompany you to have dinner with your classmates at noon, but I'm not a fake one, do you know?" Huang Xiaolong said.

Upon hearing this, Song Yuru felt relieved and smiled sweetly. "Okay, but in front of my classmates, you are not allowed to call me 'big wife'. In addition... If you want to be my boyfriend, I have to test you. We have only met twice."

Song Yuru is still a little reserved.

"Okay, my wife, just test me." Huang Xiaolong said with a fearless smile.

‘Test? It’s said that it’s the fate of a mandarin duck butterfly. No matter how you test it, you can’t change the final result…’

"Everyone said that you don't call me my eldest wife!"

"Okay, my wife."

“…”

Huang Xiaolong helped Song Yuru and sent a stack of flyers.

"Xiaolong, now we go to the sales office to settle the salary in the past few days." Because we have to get along as a boyfriend and girlfriend later, Song Yuru warmed up in advance. When she called Huang Xiaolong, she removed the word "yellow" of "Huang Xiaolong", so that the two of them seemed closer.

"Okay, go and settle the salary." Huang Xiaolong said with a smile.

The two walked out of Huahu Street side by side.

"Xiaolong... I was treating you at noon today, but I was short of money and had to get the salary for the part-time job these days before I could have the money to treat you." Song Yuru said embarrassedly. "Xiaolong, are you very disappointed? I am not a rich girl, I am a child from a poor family."

"Ah?" Huang Xiaolong was confused. "Wife, what are you talking about? Why am I disappointed? No matter whether you are rich or poor, good or bad, we are all destined to be a mandarin duck and butterfly. We will get married and have children in the future and live a happy life... Besides, you have no money for treating guests, I have money. I have already made a lot of money..."

"Tsk... I don't need your money." Hearing Huang Xiaolong's words, Song Yuru's face turned red and her heart was sweet.

The sales office is nearby, so Huang Xiaolong didn't drive, so he walked over with Song Yuru.

Elegant decoration and dazzling sales office.

The geographical location and feng shui of this property are both good, and there is a lot of free area, so it sells well.

As soon as Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru walked in, they saw many customers watching and talking around the sand tables of the product model building. The sales ladies explained attentively.

"Xiaolong, wait for me first, I'll go find the manager to settle the salary." Song Yuru smiled sweetly at Huang Xiaolong, and then walked towards the office.

Huang Xiaolong casually looked for the sofa and sat down.

It doesn't seem like he is here to buy a house in his outfit, so no staff came to receive him.

Soon, Song Yuru and a middle-aged man in a suit and tie walked out together.

The middle-aged man looked grim and meticulous, while Song Yuru was by his side, constantly explaining, with a scent of pleading on his face.

"Manager Yuan, I have worked very hard these days... Can you please not deduct my salary?" Song Yuru was very helpless.

Including today, Song Yuru worked part-time for 6 days in total. She had agreed that her daily salary was 100 yuan, which was 600 yuan in total.

However, Manager Yuan insisted on cutting Song Yuru's salary in half, only 300 yuan.

The reason is that Song Yuru sends flyers, and there are still some left to send them every day and they will be returned to the sales office.

This girl is so stupid!

Others handed out flyers, and they threw away all the ones they sent out.

She was fine, and she returned it to the sales office intact!

"Xiao Song, I don't deny your hard work. However, you sometimes don't even have half of the work efficiency when you send out hundreds of flyers every day. Is your work efficiency too low, right?" Manager Yuan said with a stern face. "Our company has rules and regulations, and it's because it's not easy for you to work in a college student, otherwise you won't get a penny!"

Song Yuru gritted her teeth, tears in her apricot eyes, feeling very aggrieved, "But... Manager Yuan, I saw other people sending leaflets, and they had not finished sending them all, and I didn't want to deceive the company, so... so I didn't throw them away..."

Song Yuru was really anxious. She had to get all her salary before she could have the money to treat her classmates to lunch. According to Binhai’s price, 300 yuan was not enough to treat her!

"Wife, what's going on?" Huang Xiaolong ran over and said to Manager Yuan, "Hey, are you not paying my wife?"

"Who are you?" Manager Yuan said with displeasure when he saw that he was shouting at him. "What are you yelling in front of me? Uneducated!"

"It's okay, Xiaolong..." Song Yuru quickly pulled Huang Xiaolong aside.

"Wife, this is the case? Have you been bullied? Tell me, I will help you stand up." Huang Xiaolong said with some resentment.

In Huang Xiaolong's philosophy, his woman cannot be bullied, this is his reverse scale.

However, before Song Yuru could tell the story of her salary being deducted, there was a sudden riot in the sales office.

I heard someone screaming

"Call 120! Hurry up! Call an ambulance!"

"This person's face is white. This is the rhythm of sudden death!"

"It seems that I haven't breathed anymore. It's too late to call an ambulance. Is there a doctor here? Hurry up! I have to collect the body if I get it later. What about the person in charge of this sales department? The incident happened to your sales department. If someone dies, it will definitely not be able to escape."

...

A young woman in a professional dress ran towards Manager Yuan with a panic look on her face. "Manager Yuan, something happened! Some customer suddenly fainted... You go over and take a look."

"Suddenly fainted?" Manager Yuan was very calm. "Don't panic, there must be some disease. It has nothing to do with our sales office. We all have the right to travel all over the world."

The young woman was sweating profusely, "No, Manager Yuan, fainted... The person who fainted was Brother Qi..."

Manager Yuan's face changed. "Which...which seventh brother?"

"Brother Zhao Qi from xin@the city area..." the young woman said with fear on her face.

"Not good! Something is wrong!" Manager Yuan slapped his thighs violently, and sweat fell from his forehead.

If an ordinary person faints or even dies in the sales office, Manager Yuan believes that he can handle it properly.

However, the one who fainted here today was Brother Zhao Qi from xin@cheng District!

This is a famous black man in Binhai, Dao Owl!

This man relied on his fists to build a world in Binhai. Now he has been whitewashed and has done serious business, but his connections are still there. There are more than a hundred desperate people and younger brothers under his command?

To put it bluntly, if Brother Zhao Qi really died in this sales office, Manager Yuan would probably be killed by his younger brothers! The entire sales office would have to be demolished!

"Let's go... go over and take a look! Hurry!" Manager Yuan walked over quickly without hesitation.

"Wife, let's go and have a look at the fun too." Huang Xiaolong smiled and ran over with Song Yuru's little hand.

The two ran over and saw a middle-aged man in his forties lying on the floor, his face pale as paper, and the sweat on his forehead was gushing out like a waterfall. His expression was extremely painful, and his breathing seemed to be there or not. It seemed that he might die at any time.

There were many people watching, but no one could provide first aid.

"Damn it!" A tough young man grabbed Manager Yuan's collar and his eyes were full of fierceness, "You are the person in charge here, right? I tell you, if Brother Qi has any shortcomings today, I will kill you!"

Manager Yuan was so scared that he sifted his whole body. "Big...Brother...It's not our business...Brother...Brother...Brother...He's sick. We sell houses here. It's really...it really has nothing to do with us. Brother, can you tell me some reason?"

Bang!!!

The tough young man slapped Manager Yuan’s face and left five red fingerprints, “Be reasonable? Damn, are you just talking to me? I just don’t like reasoning in this life! You have to be responsible for what happened to Brother Qi here!”

Manager Yuan looked at Brother Zhao's face, and he cried out with a wow, "I'm dead, I'm dead this time... Brother Qi is about to die, numb, I'm still going to be buried with me... I'm wronged!"

When Song Yuru saw Manager Yuan’s grandson look, she felt some sympathy in her heart, and pulled Huang Xiaolong’s sleeve and said, “Xiaolong, do you think this person can still be cured?”

"Yes." Huang Xiaolong nodded as if nothing had happened, "Wife, look at me!"

After saying that, Huang Xiaolong walked over directly.

"Boy, what are you doing?" The tough young man who twisted Manager Yuan threw Manager Yuan out, and then stared at Huang Xiaolong fiercely.

"This person is in danger of his life, so he must take first aid measures immediately. It will be too late to wait until the ambulance comes." At this time, Huang Xiaolong naturally felt a kind of righteousness that would save the world.

"Uh..." The tough young man was shocked and said in a terrible way. "Are you a doctor?"

Huang Xiaolong didn't say much, and took out a few silver needles from his canvas bag and squatted down.

He could tell at a glance that Brother Zhao Qi had a heart attack, so he was going to give him a few injections.

suddenly

"Slow down! What are you doing?"

A man's voice sounded, with a few traces of anger, and he stopped Huang Xiaolong.

Huang Xiaolong looked up and saw a man in his white shirt, in his twenties and pretty handsome, glaring at him with a righteous and righteous attitude.

"Who are you? What do you want to do to the injured?" He looked gloomy, and a disdainful sneer was pulled out of the corner of his mouth, and questioned Huang Xiaolong with an extremely unkind tone.
Chapter completed!