Ji Yuting raised his dark eyes, glanced at him coldly, picked up a task sheet on the table, and threw it at him.
He didn't move at all, and the paper booklet fell lightly on his stomach, and then slid to the ground.
"You take a look first."
Ning Chengen was puzzled, so he bent down to pick up the task list and flipped through it carefully.
"This is the record of my missions in the past three months. What does Yuye mean?"
Ji Yuting put the cigarette in his hand on the table and gave a serious lecture: "Your attendance in the past month has obviously been half less than the previous two months. Shouldn't you give me an explanation?"
Ning Chengen knew that he was looking for trouble, so he could only endure the tone and explain: "Because my fifth sister was sick, I often went home to stay with her some time ago."
"Excuse."
With a stern scolding, Ji Yuting picked up the ashtray on the table and smashed it into his forehead.
The moment the unknown 'murder weapon' flew over, Ning Chengen turned his head to avoid it almost as an instinctive reaction of his body.
The ashtray barely grazed the shell of his ear and fell to the carpet behind him with a muffled sound but did not break.
"Um?"
Behind the desk, the man's handsome eyebrows furrowed in displeasure, and his black eyes were cold and piercing, a sign of anger.
Ning Chengen stared at the metal sign on his desk that said 'Director'.
After enduring it again and again, he suppressed the anger in his chest, turned around, picked up the ashtray on the carpet, and smashed it on his forehead in front of Ji Yuting.
My forehead soon became red and slightly swollen, but the skin was not broken.
Ji Yuting admired his deflated expression and repaired him seriously, "Ning Xiaoqing just returned to the Ning family a week ago. It only lasted six or seven days, but your workload was reduced by half."
"It's obvious that you are slacking off in your work, yet you are so plausible and dare to make excuses for personal gain."
"Ning Chengen, is it because I haven't interfered with the affairs of the bureau for too long and you are itching to deal with me on purpose?"
The moment he finished speaking, Ji Yuting picked up the teacup on the table and threw it at him.
This time, Ning Chengen resisted the urge to hide and remained motionless.
The tea cup happened to hit the bruise he had just hit himself. The two wounds overlapped, and the skin on his forehead was scratched and bleeding slightly.
Ning Chengen raised his eyebrows, endured the severe pain on his forehead, and respectfully replied: "Master Mingjian, I don't dare."
"You have an idea. You and I both know whether you dare or not."
Ji Yuting has always had a reputation as a ruthless killer. In the past year, because of his wife's supervision, his anger has subsided a lot.
This time, he was ordered by his wife to clean up Ning Chengen, and he was happy to oblige.
Moreover, he had long wanted to teach Ning Chengen a lesson. He was the best at pretending, bullying and controlling.
Thinking of this, he rubbed the luxury watch on his wrist and asked in a cold tone: "Today I punished you for being lazy and lazy, and you still tried to quibble and escape the blame. Do you admit it?"
Ning Chengen's hands behind his back were tightly clenched, with veins popping up in his arms.
The first level of officialdom crushes people to death.
He was always angry and unjust, so he had no choice but to admit defeat, "Accept punishment, and be willing to accept any punishment from the emperor."
Ji Yuting stared at him with dark eyes, "Of course, punishment is inevitable, but there is still a long time this afternoon. I am happy to personally serve as deputy bureau for my family and follow the rules."
Ning Chengen raised his eyes almost inaudibly and looked at Ji Yuting. He keenly sensed a hint of danger in his eyes.
Ji Yuting straightened the collar of his military uniform, stood up slowly, walked around the desk, walked to and stood in front of Ning Chengen.
He is slightly taller than Ning Chengen, and has a strong aura, which is the sharpness and majesty of a superior.
"Take off your military jacket."
Ning Chengen was puzzled and looked at him for a while, but finally obeyed the order and took off his military green coat obediently, folded it neatly, and placed it on the sofa in an orderly manner.
After doing all this, Ning Chengen walked back to his original position and stood up again.
Ji Yuting stared at him with a half-smile, and said seriously: "First see if your physical fitness has declined. Do 400 push-ups in one breath without stopping."