Ying Shao is a Girl

Sark has long legs and walks very fast.

Immo followed closely behind.

Maybe the legs are a little shorter than others.

There was always a distance of two or three meters between him and Sack.

"Bullshit! Why are you so far away!"

There was a hint of annoyance in Yi Mo's voice.

Sark paused.

Come back.

Gao Gui said coldly: "I will not join the same trend as Han Biao."

Yimo: "..."

Then he continued to walk forward, leaving Yi Mo with a handsome and unrestrained back.

Yi Mo was so angry that his teeth itched.

It feels like I can no longer suppress the ancient power in my body and may go berserk at any time.

Breathe in, breathe out.

Breathe in again, breathe out again.

I don’t get angry when others are angry, but when I get angry I have no one to take care of me.

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Immo drove and Sark sat in the passenger seat.

While Sack was wearing his seat belt, Yimo stepped on the accelerator and the car sped away.

Due to inertia, Sark's body leaned forward uncontrollably.

Almost hit the glass.

Seeing him like this, Yi Mo burst out laughing.

"Little brother, this is my first meeting gift, are you satisfied with it?"

Sark maintained his usual composure and uttered two words.

"childish."

After Yimo achieved his goal, he stopped messing around and concentrated on driving.

There are thousands of roads, safety comes first.

After a while, we arrived at the hotel where Imo had decided.

Sak got out of the car and raised his feet to enter the hotel.

Yimo stepped in front of him and blocked his way.

"What?" Sak raised his eyebrows.

"Brother, I've booked this hotel. You can't go in without my permission~"

"What do you want?"

Yimo's smile gradually became obscene, I don't want to do anything, I just want to embarrass you!

"Call daddy. I'll let you in when I'm happy."

Sark remained expressionless and glanced at Yimo with disdain.

It's like looking at someone mentally retarded.

"I'll find another one."

It depends on what you can do. There are so many hotels, why should I hang myself from a tree?

"NO, NO, NO! Then you won't be able to see the boss. Don't be impulsive, little brother~"

Yi Mo's smile became more and more obscene.

"I can ask Mr. Ying to come out for a meeting. After all, there is a pig in the way. I believe she will understand me."

"Oh, little brother, you are quite good. You actually asked the boss to come out to see you in person."

Yi Mo looked disdainful.

"I have more cards than you." Sak felt unfazed in his heart.

After saying this, Sak turned around and left.

Looking for a hotel without Imo.

Yi Mo was just about to call him.

Ying Junchu has already come out.

"Sark, where are you going?" came her cold voice.

"Report to Mr. Ying that someone is engaging in internal discrimination!"

Sack answered seriously.

Immo looked at Sack who complained publicly with a look of disbelief.

When did this bitch become so thick-skinned?

I actually learned how to complain!

"Boss! He wronged me!" Not to be outdone, Yimo quickly complained.

I don't, I don't, don't talk nonsense.

Compared to the flamboyant Yi Mo, the calm Sark is more reliable.

Ying Jun first defected to Gosak.

"Go and prepare the procedures that need to be completed on the e-commerce platform. If you don't complete them, don't come back."

"Huh??? Isn't that right, boss? The sun outside is very fierce now, and I'm already so dark..."

The boss actually asked me to run errands!

The key is that it’s still so sunny outside!

"Don't repeat it a second time." Ying Jun's face was expressionless at first, without any room for maneuver.

Immo took a deep breath.

A smile on his face, showing eight neat and white teeth.

"Okay, boss, I promise to complete the mission!"

Ying Junchu nodded.

"Go, Xiaoyi, do your best, Mr. Ying respects you the most."

Speak elegantly without being impolite.

Politeness implies sarcasm.

Thacker put his hands on Immo's broad, thick shoulders.

Seems friendly.

In fact, 70% of the strength was used.

Yi Mo felt like his shoulder blades were going to be crushed by this bitch.

"You can pull him down!"

Yimo's face was distorted, his smile was ferocious, and he pried off Sark's hand on his shoulder with his left hand.

He exerted slight force.

Sac's knuckles made a crisp clicking sound.