After the Internet was hacked, she did not talk about martial arts on variety shows

In the afternoon, Chen Congye asked Shen Sirong to have a 'talk' at the golf course.

It's freezing cold, playing golf at this time is either out of your mind or a golf idiot!
There were not many people at the scene, except for the two of them whose brains were 'broken', there were also a few golf idiots.

Those few were in a group, they should be lovers, two men and two women, the two men were playing ball with their arms around the woman.

The pair on the left, the woman wore a miniskirt and tied a high ponytail: "Oh, I can't, can't you hold on to it? This thing is so heavy."

The voice yelled, and the man wished to punish her on the spot: "Okay, I'll be steady, don't move your butt."

"He has a big butt."

The man's big hand stretched back and pinched her buttocks.

Shen Sirong squirted out the soda water.

The world is going down.

The two sat on the sofa in the lounge, looking out through the glass, each with a golf club in hand, but they just didn't play.

Chen Congye came to him because of what happened last night: "Tell me, what did you want to do last night?"

Shen Sirong doesn't know how to beat around the bush: "Sleep her!"

Before the words fell, a slender shadow on the glass waved from the side——

Shen Sirong reacted quickly, the two golf clubs collided and made a loud noise.

The veins on the backs of the two hands bulged, but their faces were still calm and stalemate.

The two men and two women outside were tired from playing golf, and when they turned around, they saw the two men holding clubs and 'comparing with each other'.

Shen Sirong felt something from his strength: "Chen Congye, are you serious?" He was just trying him out, but unexpectedly he became anxious.

Chen Congye withdrew his strength, the cue in his hand circled half a circle in the air, and hit the opponent's cue with force——

'Boom—'
A loud bang broke the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window in front of him.

Shards of glass flew around, and the two people sitting on the sofa were splashed all over.

Two men and two women watching a play outside: "..." That is toughened glass second only to bulletproof glass.

Shen Sirong's face changed suddenly, he spat out the glass slag in his mouth, turned his head to look at the man next to him, his eyes were cold, but he smiled between himself: "You are finished, Chen Congye." If there is a weakness, it can be dealt with.

The staff came in a hurry, seeing this scene, they immediately stepped forward to condolences, saying that the quality of the glass must be poor, and they should be taken for an injury check.

Chen Congye stood up, brushed off the shards of glass on his shoulders, took out a black gold membership card from his pocket and handed it to the staff: "I broke it."

The staff looked confused: "Huh?"

The black gold member card is used in all high-end entertainment venues in Xijiang, and the money in it can be deducted directly.The staff obviously didn't believe that the glass wall was broken artificially. He went to adjust the monitoring, and after watching it, his colleagues and he were shocked.

Then silently swiped the card and returned the card.

Chen Congye was warning this time, and Shen Sirong knew what he meant.

When the driver saw Chen Congye, he was stunned for a moment: "Boss, you are injured."

Chen Congye looked at the car window next to him.

The glass reflected his face, a delicate and bright face stained with blood, at the end of his left eye.

"Oh."

Driver: "Don't deal with it?" Such a pretty face.

Chen Congye opened the car door: "Let's talk when we go back."

The wound was very small, but he opened the window along the way, let the cold wind stab his face, and when he got home, the drop of blood was dizzy into a small piece.

He entered the house as soon as he got out of the car, quickened his pace and walked upstairs, went straight to Lin Misen's room, and knocked on the door twice.

Lin Misen was reading the women's fashion magazine that Yang Zuo gave her, looking for a fashion feel. The magazines were as big as a suitcase.Until the car accident is resolved, she will be working as an ambassador for a fashion brand.

Yang Sleep also said that listening to music with earphones will make you feel better.

After listening to it for a long time and watching it for a long time, she still hasn't gotten a fashionable feel.

Outside the house, Chen Congye knocked on the door again. After waiting for five seconds, there was still no answer. He raised his heart, raised his leg, and blasted the door——

There was a loud bang, which startled Lin Misen who was sitting on the bed.

The earphones fell from her head, and she stared wide-eyed at the man who broke in suddenly, with blood on his face and a flustered expression.

Lin Misen asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Chen Congye strode over, pulled her into his arms, and hugged her tightly: "Why didn't you open the door? Why didn't you answer me?" He almost died of fright, thinking that something happened to her again.

Lin Misen was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and put it on his shoulder: "I'm listening to a song."

It was the feeling of the rest of his life again. After he breathed a sigh of relief, he lost his strength and lay on top of her, weakly: "Mi'er, don't do this again."

Lin Misen felt that he was too much of an enemy.

"I'm fine," she pushed him away, looking at his wound, "how did you get hurt?"

The wound seemed so small that she couldn't even see it when she looked closely. She touched it lightly with her fingertips, and the blood had dried up!

Looks like just a minor injury.

But he said: "It hurts a bit, please blow it up for me."

Lin Misen: "..."

She didn't blow it, and turned to get off the bed, but he grabbed her wrist.

A skin like Chen Congye's is inherently non-aggressive and too good-looking. As long as he shows weakness a little, he can easily seduce people's hearts: "Aren't you going to blow it up for me?" He was in such a hurry just to let her see him hurt I want to know her reaction.

Lin Misen pushed his hand, feeling a little helpless: "I'm going to get the medicine box."

"Oh."

As for that injury, Lin Misen dealt with him casually, and was forced to blow it up. Only after blowing it up and pasting it with tape did he feel satisfied.

Normal people should thank you, but he said: "Next time I get hurt, you can help me."

Before today, Lin Misen didn't know that he was so naive, and he was still a dignified general of the country.

At 06:30 in the evening, Lin Mizi came back, just in time for dinner, and Yang Sleeping and Li Cuimei also came to the table together.

For dinner, Chen Congye cooks, with servants as thugs, and the dishes on the table are more delicate than the same, and they are delicious in color, fragrance and taste.

Lin Mizi has learned to keep her mouth shut since she lived here, but this time, when she saw the tape on the end of Chen Congye's left eye, she couldn't help but ask, "Brother Congye, are you injured? Is it serious? She frowned, worried, "Did you see a doctor? What did the doctor say?"

Yang Sleeping and Li Cuimei: "..."

To this, Lin Misen, who was sitting next to Lin Mizi, didn't respond at all. He took a piece of fish and fed it into his mouth, and he ate the rice.

Chen Congye glanced at Lin Misen before replying, "It's fine, thank you for your concern."

Be polite and polite.

Lin Mizi was still worried, and when she returned to her room after eating, she asked Lin Misen, "How did Brother Congye get hurt?"

Lin Misen replied: "I don't know," she really didn't know, she didn't ask.

And that little wound wasn't a wound at all.

Hearing this answer, Lin Mizi was very dissatisfied: "Sister, why don't you know? You are with him every day," there was an obvious sour taste in the words, "You have to help me keep an eye on him, don't let him Shen Zhuiqing snatched it away."

Lin Misen didn't know how to answer this question, so he could only remain silent.

"Sister, I'm going to see him."

After finishing speaking, Lin Mizi turned around and left the room, Lin Misen couldn't stop him.

At this time, Chen Congye was in the study.

Lin Mizi knocked on the door with a sweet voice: "Brother Congye, can I come in?"

"Enter."

Knowing that it was Lin Mizi, Chen Congye didn't raise his head when he heard the door opening: "Is there something wrong?"

Lin Mizi approached, bypassed the desk, came to him, lowered his head to touch his wound, and tried to check his wound.

Before he got too close, he suddenly backed away, frowned and looked at her with unfamiliar eyes, mixed with indifference and resistance: "Is there something wrong?"

When he was there, the range inside the desk was his 'safe zone', except for Lin Misen, anyone who approached was an enemy.

Lin Mizi was startled by his expression and took two steps back: "I'm sorry, I scared you."

Chen Congye said succinctly: "Please tell me something."