One Hundred Ways to Kill a Scumbag { Quick transmigration }

3.8

Zhang Rong's mind was filled with thoughts of Luo Cheng and Da Zhuang, forming a barrage that flashed back and forth in his head.

Yang Zhi recognized Luo Cheng at a glance. China Entertainment and Xingyue were rivals, but he was just a senior executive of China Entertainment. There was no need to quarrel with the owner. Who knew whether he would go to Xingyue in the future!

At this moment, Yang Zhi remembered that he was a civilized person and showed a smile, "It turns out to be Mr. Luo! Let's all clear up the misunderstanding!"

The boss was eager to break up the private chat quickly. He ran a restaurant, so he could lift the table like this. How to do business? The waiter had to clean up what he had to do. Liu Mingyi lacked nothing but a wink. Now he could tell that the person upstairs had an identity. Otherwise, how could a rough-and-tumble man like Yang Zhi endure such a tone?

So he smiled and made peace, "Xiao Rong, don't be afraid, Brother Yang is joking, who is the person above?"

Zhang Rong sneered. Anyway, he and Liu Mingyi were also at odds. What he said just now, Liu Mingyi was pointing out in his heart. Not sure how to hate myself. So he ignored Liu Mingyi and turned around. Luo Cheng had already come down. He nodded to Yang Zhi and said, "I don't know the reason, but it is Director Yang's fault that he chased my brother and shouted to kill him."

" "Yes." Yang Zhi forced a smile, but he was already yelling in his heart, "You're fucked up by a lobster, aren't you mad?" It's his now? However, the arm cannot twist the thigh, so there is no need to conflict with the Luo family.

Luo Cheng said it was over, he didn't care, but he was afraid that Yang Zhi would put on Xiaorong's shoes when he returned.

"Cheng, we don't know each other today. Let's talk upstairs." Luo Cheng is a typical slap in the face and a sweet date.

Yang Zhi wanted to go, but his clothes smelled of lobster and garlic. He was disgusted to death, so he waved his hand and refused, "No, I have something to do when I go back." Then he dragged Liu Mingyi away.

As soon as the two people left, Zhuo Sen came out of the next room. Luo Cheng saw him and said, "Are you there too?" Xiaorong actually ate alone with this guy.

Zhuo Sen laughed and laughed at Zhang Rong, "I've never seen such a unique slap in the face, it's a literal smash!"

The three of them couldn't talk to each other down there, and the onlookers in the lobby had already recognized Zhuo Sen. The three of them didn't plan to eat. Luo Cheng drove here, Zhuo Sen also drove here, and Zhang Rong didn't even hesitate at all to get into his big car.

When he got on the bus, he bared his little white teeth and said with a smile: "Thank you for your help today." Zhang Rong, who knew that Luo Cheng was a strong man, didn't understand the meaning of reserve at all, "Go back to my hotel first. I have packed my luggage. Today Can you come to your place later?"

Luo Cheng looked confused, his face stiffened for a moment, but he felt at ease in his heart. Could it be that Zhang Rong saw the little Jiujiu in his heart? Why go to him? Promise yourself? What if I think wrong? Should he change the big bed room or keep it unchanged...

Zhang Rong didn't say much during this trip, and Luo Cheng didn't say much either, but his inner activity was enough to last him a few days.

After picking up his luggage and heading straight to the hotel, Luo Cheng stopped the car and took the elevator to the lobby. He was silent for a moment and said lightly, "I have a double bed room now. Should I change it to a double room or give you another room?"

"Are you stupid? Huh? It’s free to open a room? Just sleep on a bed and leave tomorrow.” Zhang Rong was still in the stingy world of Zhou Nanfeng, and it was a virtue to be frugal in every aspect.