Beautiful CEO's Top Martial Expert-Chapter 30 All Wolves No Need to Pretend to Be Sheep

30: Chapter 30 All Wolves, No Need to Pretend to Be Sheep

30 -30 All Wolves, No Need to Pretend to Be Sheep

Listening to Xiao Yifeng’s words, Fu Dahai’s expression changed slightly, “I just don’t want to bury the talents of a lady like Miss Fang.”

“All right, sir, since you’ve finished eating, you can go back first.

I’ll talk about our collaboration with Miss Fang next,” said Fu Dahai, looking at Xiao Yifeng and speaking coldly.

“President Fu, let’s discuss the collaboration now, there’s no need for my colleague to leave,” interjected Fang Siqi.

“This collaboration, I can only discuss with you, others can’t be present; otherwise, the deal is off,” Fu Dahai said lightly.

“This…” Fang Siqi didn’t know what to do for a moment and looked at Xiao Yifeng.

At this moment, Xiao Yifeng, with a smile on his face, looked at Fu Dahai, “President Fu, I think you want to take my beautiful colleague to some other place to discuss the collaboration, right?”

“What do you mean?” Fu Dahai’s expression turned stern.

“When wolves pretend to be sheep, it’s just needless.

Aren’t you just coveting my beautiful colleague’s beauty and wanting to do ‘that thing’?

Why not be more direct?” Xiao Yifeng said bluntly.

Fu Dahai gave Xiao Yifeng a glance, “You’re straightforward, brother.

Since that’s the case, I’ll be frank.

I, Fu Dahai, have no other hobbies; I just like women.

I took a liking to Miss Fang at first sight.

As long as Miss Fang is willing to accompany me today, not to mention this collaboration, I’m also willing to give her one million in cash as a gift.

How about it?

Quite a good deal, isn’t it?”

“To accompany you for one million, indeed, it’s a good deal,” Xiao Yifeng nodded.

“How about it?

Miss Fang, even your colleague thinks it’s a good deal. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

What do you say?”

Confidence colored Fu Dahai’s face as he looked at Fang Siqi.

He believed that no woman could resist the temptation of one million, especially a mere intern.

“I’m sorry, President Fu, I won’t sell myself for just one million and a collaboration,” Fang Siqi said resolutely, then stood up and said, “President Fu, goodbye.”

“Stop, Miss Fang, really won’t consider it?

If this collaboration fails, I’m afraid you’ll lose even your internship opportunity,” Fu Dahai sneered.

“I can find another job if I lose this one,” Fang Siqi said decisively.

“No woman I, Fu Dahai, set my sights on has ever eluded me, and you, a mere intern, dare to refuse me,” Fu Dahai said, his face turning dark.

“Brother Xiao, let’s go,” Fang Siqi said and, taking Xiao Yifeng’s arm, was ready to leave.

Just then, the door of the private room suddenly opened, and two men in suits, wearing sunglasses, entered and stood in front of them.

“The woman I fancy can never slip through my fingers,” Fu Dahai said slowly as he stood up, a greedy look flashed across his eyes as he glanced at Fang Siqi.

“President Fu, trying the soft approach didn’t work, so you’re ready for the hard way, huh?” Xiao Yifeng said with a slight smile.

“Kid, this has nothing to do with you; get out of here right now,” Fu Dahai huffed at Xiao Yifeng and then said to the two men, “Throw him out.”

Immediately, the two men in black suits approached Xiao Yifeng.

“What are you doing?” Fang Siqi’s complexion changed, and she called out hastily.

Bang!

Bang!

Two dull thuds rang out, and the two men were catapulted through the air, crashing against the wall and passing out.

Seeing his two bodyguards taken down by Xiao Yifeng in an instant, Fu Dahai’s face looked extremely unpleasant.

He glared at Xiao Yifeng, “You dare to lay hands?”

“President Fu, you were the one who started it, so you can’t blame me,” Xiao Yifeng said with a smile, moving slowly towards him, hands clenched.

“You…what do you want to do?” Fu Dahai’s expression changed as he watched Xiao Yifeng approach, his eyes flickering.

Bang!

A thunderous sound erupted as Xiao Yifeng kicked Fu Dahai’s body, sending him flying through the air.

“To think you, with such a weakened body, still want to chase women; you’re simply wasting the already scarce resources of the male population,” Xiao Yifeng said fiercely.

“You…bastard!”

Fu Dahai’s face turned incredibly unsightly at Xiao Yifeng’s words, his eyes flashing with anger as he glared at him.

“Having no capital but still daring to chase women, you’re simply asking for a beating,” Xiao Yifeng snorted, kicking Fu Dahai’s body hard.

Meanwhile, at the top floor of Mo’s Club, in a room filled with a subtle fragrance, a graceful silhouette stood silently, swirling a glass of red wine.

Soon, a knock on the door was heard, and a man entered.

“What’s the matter?” the silhouette asked in a faint voice.

“Miss, someone is causing a disturbance in the club,” the man reported respectfully, his head lowered.

“Oh, someone dares to make trouble in Mo’s Club?

This is interesting; I’d like to see who this person is,” the woman said, slightly surprised, her voice soft and tempting.

“Please, stop fighting, I’m sorry, it’s all my fault.”

In the private room, Fu Dahai lay on the floor, arms over his head, pleading with Xiao Yifeng.

His face was a mess, his mouth smeared with blood.

“Brother Xiao, stop, let’s go,” said Fang Siqi, walking over and pulling at Xiao Yifeng.

“Not so fast, get out your contract,” Xiao Yifeng said to Fang Siqi.

“What are you going to do?” Fang Siqi asked, looking puzzled at Xiao Yifeng.

“To sign the contract, of course.

Isn’t that why we came, to get this guy to sign the contract?

How can we leave without signing it?” Xiao Yifeng said indifferently.

“I’ll sign, I’ll sign; I’ll sign it right now,” Fu Dahai hurriedly said, eyes filled with terror as he looked at Xiao Yifeng.

“Oh,” Fang Siqi nodded rather woodenly, took the contract out of her bag, and handed it to Xiao Yifeng.

“President Fu, please sign,” Xiao Yifeng tossed the contract and a pen to Fu Dahai, who, shaking, took the pen to sign the contract.

“Who dares to cause such a commotion in my Mo’s Club?”

A delicate voice suddenly arose, followed by a group of people walking into the room, led by an exquisitely beautiful silhouette.

Clad in a black dress, her skin almost translucent and blindingly white, she stood there like a piece of art, her hands wrapped in black gloves.

Her softly cascading hair, like black satin, fell naturally over her shoulders, contrasting against her pale skin, creating a dazzling effect.

Her clear-cut, melon seed face was distinct, her eyes lively and bright, full of spirit and sparkle.