A stinking smell came from the air, and this guy's crotch was soaked.

After all, a boss looks like he usually looks, but he can't hang himself on his pants, which is really touching.

After a long time, Yang Delong finally sat up cross-legged, pulled off the hemp rope around his neck, and his hair was so depressed that it was too bad.

He looked up at Shen Chong next to him, grinning, smiling even worse than crying.

He wiped sweat from his cheeks again, coughed twice, and said in a hoarse voice: "Sorry, Mr. Shen, let you see a joke."

Shen Chong shrugged, "This is not funny at all."

Yang Delong looked up in surprise, "Don't you hate me?"

Shen Chong shrugged, "Hate you don't necessarily have to watch you die. It's a big deal. I, the prime minister, can hold a boat in my stomach, and our little dispute is not a big deal."

At this moment, the building security guard finally poked his head out from a distance, "Boss Yang? Are you here?"

Yang Delong stood up with the office desk next to him, "Oh."

"You are?"

The security guard asked in surprise.

Yang Delong waved his hand, "It's nothing. I just fell down. Fortunately, Mr. Chen came in time, it's okay."

After an explanation, the security guard left skeptically, but Shen Chong did not leave, but instead took a stool next to him and sat down.

To be honest, he looked down on Yang Delong a little.

Isn’t it just bankruptcy? Who has no obstacles in a person’s life?

A lean camel is bigger than a horse. Even if Yang Delong goes completely bankrupt, he can live better than ordinary people when he works for others.

He actually hanged himself, that's so much.
Chapter completed!