Feed the tiger with her

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The 10 minutes when the door was closed in the top meeting room of Zhongjun Group is 10 minutes that can be recorded in history.

No one witnessed what happened inside, but many people stood outside the door and heard the cruelty like a hurricane passing through.

Tables and chairs collided, making a loud ping-pong sound;
The glass shattered and sputtered;
There are also subtle, muffled fist-to-flesh sounds, and the heavy panting of the men.

On the foggy glass, even the silhouettes of people could not be seen clearly, but the intense conflict inside could be felt from the outside.

Lu Yin's bodyguards arrived 10 minutes later. A group of armed men ran into another group of opponents armed with live ammunition. The two groups met on a narrow road, and the corridor of the office became a battlefield.

Jian Zhilei's people guarded the door, while Lu Yin's people rushed in, and the bodyguards with big arms and round waists subconsciously reached out to touch their waists.

The people who eat melons were dumbfounded for a moment, and retreated to the corner one after another, fearing that any shot would hit a bird in the early stage, and wished they could hug their heads and squat down.

Just when the war situation was about to break out, the door of the conference was slammed and opened from the inside.

Jian Zhilei bent his elbow and held his glasses in his hand. He tilted his head slightly, red oozing from the high bridge of the nose and brow bone, and one side of the cheek was also swollen.

Lu Yin was standing not far behind him, against the light, he couldn't see his face clearly, and it was not much better after all, his suit tie had been taken off, his shirt collar was torn open, and his sleeves were rolled up at the elbows.

The two were back to back, Jian Zhilei didn't even look at it, and strode out.

The bodyguards all made way out of the way and sent the big guy away.

The other, standing in front of the window in the meeting, did not move at all.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, not daring to be alarmed, and spontaneously dispersed.

Lu Yinze stayed alone for a long time, and the conference room was ushering in the brightest moment of the day. The warm winter sun had sunned his body, and even the pain from his wounds had become no longer obvious.

Jian Zhilei's anger still echoed in his ears.

"Zhiyan is getting married this month, stay away from my sister!"

"Don't say that you love her. You don't love her at all. It's just that you have never lost and you are not reconciled. Look at what you have done, which has nothing to do with love!"

"Are you worthy of loving her?!"

"As long as I'm here, she won't be with you whether she gets married or not!"

In the end, Jian Zhilei's warning returned to reason, "Lu Yin, if you use so many methods to hurt Yanyan, next time I will treat you with all my might instead of fighting."

Lu Yin didn't answer at that time.

At this moment, he is standing by the window, looking straight ahead, there are many tall buildings, looking down at his heart, and the flow is endless under his feet. He holds power and wealth, and he was born to live at the top of the food chain. He has never questioned himself, and has never panicked.

But today, Jian Zhilei shattered his ego with a punch.

Loneliness is strong and strange, and people are caught off guard. It binds people tightly like a rope, and the feeling of suffocation comes from the inside out, almost drowning people.

Finally, Lu Yin leaned against the long table, twitching the corners of his mouth and laughing at himself.

As long as he thinks that she is going to get married this month, Lu Yin's heart feels like being pierced by a punch. His heart hurts, it hurts too much, and he is bleeding.

Jian Zhilei said to fight him desperately, desperately, nothing to be afraid of, it won't hurt more than it does now.

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Song Ange was taken aback when he heard Liu Tezhu's tip-off, and hurriedly dealt with the meeting in front of him, stepping on cat heels, walking in small steps all the way to the president's office.

Tezhu Liu was already waiting by the elevator with the medicine box in hand.

"Mr. Jane is in the office."

Song Ange was impatient and didn't ask any further questions. She took the box and knocked on the door symbolically.

The office is more than 200 square meters, and I can't see anyone in the past.

Song Ange walked in, the lounge door inside was open.

She called out tentatively, "Jian Zhilei?"

Hearing the sound of footsteps, Jian Zhilei raised his head and walked out from the cloakroom behind the door. While letting Song Ange see him, he slowly put on the black shirt, staring at her, and buttoning a button. Fasten one.

The action lasted less than a minute, and it was also a minute of silence. Song Ange was stunned before realizing what she was looking at.

With a bulging chest and a strong waist, the mermaid line narrows down at the waist, and there are furry...

The man wearing glasses has a bit heavy hair...

In the next second, Song Ange frantically threw away this thought, and then blamed herself, she came to detect the wounded, how could she think of crushing the wounded!

Even she herself despised her own character.

"If you haven't seen enough, you can come and touch it."

If it weren't for the seriousness on Jian Zhilei's face, Song Ange would have believed it, so she laughed dryly.

"I heard from Mr. Liu that you beat up Lu Yin. How are you doing? Are you okay?"

Jian Zhilei tucked his shirt into his trousers, and walked out from the inner room. The light in the small room was not good, and he couldn't tell. When he was sitting on the sofa outside, Song Ange approached him, and he couldn't help it.

"That Lu Yin was too ruthless, he hit the vital parts, the bridge of the nose and the brow bone were broken, I really wonder if you had a grudge before, a pair of plastic brothers."

Unexpectedly, when the alcohol cotton was pressed down, Jian Zhilei frowned, but did not hide back.

"He's not doing any better either."

"I know." Song Ange helped him brag: "But can this really help Zhiyan?"

They all knew who Lu Yin was.

Jian Zhilei said flatly: "Then let's vent our anger first."

Singer Song An stopped and stared at him like some strange species.

After a while, she laughed, "It's really rare, Mr. Jian is always calm, it's really rare to say such reckless words."

The two wounds are about one centimeter long, but not deep, no stitches are needed, and they are left alone after disinfection.

Song Ange got up and went to the small refrigerator at the bar to get ice, wrapped it with a towel, and applied Jian Zhilei's cheeks.

"What next?" she asked.

"What should I do? Of course, start arranging Zhiyan's wedding. The sooner the better."

Song Ange felt that something was wrong, "This will drive Lu Yin into a hurry."

The man's anger is high, and he always has the urge to lift the table. Song Ange is a lawyer, and he is better at literary battles.

"Why don't you let Zhiyan and Lu Yin talk again, we just broke up, there is no mortal enmity—"

Jian Zhilei grabbed her hand and got up.

"It's useless to talk about anything, hurry up and arrange the wedding."

"Also, I can't let Yan Yan know about the fight between Lu Yin and me. If she finds out, she will definitely go to Lu Yin. Lu Yin is rich in the city and is best at manipulating people's hearts. We can't let them have any more contact, so as not to What did he say and do, he tricked Yanyan."

Just as Song Ange was about to say something, the office door suddenly opened.

Jian Zhiyan put her hand on the doorknob, tilted her head, with regret and sarcasm on her face.

"Now I know what to do."