At night, the financial manager of Shengwang Group stared dumbfounded at the extra string of zeros on the group's account.
This is the stupid son of some landlord.
Does this mean all the belongings are charged in?
Will this stupid son live in the game and not come out from now on?
If that doesn't work, he has to find his silly son's account and keep an eye on him from time to time.
The manager made a quick operation on his computer and finally saw the account with a recharge of over 100 million.
"A walking girl's dream? What a sexy nickname. I will remember you."
At this time, Murong Cheng still didn't know that he was being cared about like a sheep by the wolf, the financial manager.
He took Song Jinsheng to the place where the swing was built in the bamboo forest.
Song Jinsheng looked at this strange thing built with only bamboo and rope in front of him with curiosity.
Because Han Bao is here.
He must not let him tarnish the swing he made for girl Jinsheng.
"Sit down, hold on tight, and I'll push you."
He approached the bamboo board and sat down.
"Hey, Song Jinsheng, what are you two doing? What fun are you getting? Let me play for a while."
I can't help feeling satisfied in my heart.
At this time, the bamboo forest was quiet, neither of them spoke, only the swing was creaking and swaying, and everything was quiet.
I still want to sit on the swing he made for Miss Jinsheng. Are you worthy?
Before Song Jinsheng could speak, Murong Cheng walked in front of Han Bao to stop him from approaching Song Jinsheng.
As a result, when I opened my eyes and looked down, I saw that it was not as high as a normal mobility scooter.
Han Bao has always been very shameless about what he wants.
For him, face is nothing, getting what you want is the king.
My boss was sitting on it and swaying around, which looked quite amusing.
Murong Cheng walked up behind Song Jinsheng and pushed her gently on the back.
But the floating scooter she usually rides on is always stable, and this swing has never given her as good a feeling.
Seeing Song Jinsheng's doubts, Murong Cheng explained: "This is called a swing. You can sit on it and try it."
"How does this work?" Song Jinsheng had never played with this kind of thing before, so he asked Murong Cheng.
"This is a girl's game. It's a shame for you, a grown man, to play this."
I can't help but want to sit on it and play.
As soon as Han Bao came in, he saw two people standing and sitting.
Han Bao curled his lips and retorted: "Then it didn't say that men can't play. Besides, I don't feel embarrassed. What's there to be afraid of after playing for a while?"
Murong Cheng was very satisfied with this kind of life, and he hoped to continue like this.
"I did this, and I don't allow you to play with it, let alone compete with Miss Jinsheng." Murong Cheng really didn't expect Han Bao to be so thick-skinned.
After hearing this, Song Jinsheng held on to the rope tightly and closed his eyes subconsciously.
Swinging from below to the sky, and then falling from the sky, this process was very wonderful. It was a feeling she had never experienced before.
No one can sit on this swing except Miss Jinsheng.
Murong Cheng's face turned darker again.
Murong Cheng's face darkened when he heard Han Bao's voice.
Song Jinsheng felt like he was suddenly lifted up.
She guessed that Murong Cheng asked her to sit on it.
When Song Jinsheng heard this, he saw a bamboo board at the bottom of the rope.
I wish I could catch him and throw him outside the wall.
When Murong Cheng saw Song Jinsheng sitting on the swing he made by himself, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
But his wish could not be realized.
No one in the Zhou Dynasty could refute him face to face.
Just like the steamed fish he made for her.
Seeing Murong Cheng's resolute attitude, Han Bao gave up the idea of sitting on the swing.
"Okay, it's not okay if I don't sit down. It can't fly as high as my aircraft."
Han Bao suddenly felt that it was very cold around him. He took out thicker clothes from the game warehouse and put them on in a flash.
