Most people's lives are actually like a novel.

Don’t bully young people into poverty

Don’t bully the middle-aged and poor

Don’t bully the old and the poor

Finally, "The dead are the greatest"

Hengpi: spend his whole life

"Xiba! Thirty years to the east of the river, thirty years to the west of the river, middle-aged and bullied, poor and poor!"

President Hirata frowned slightly in thought.

As the coolest single old man in the whole society, he took out a nail clipper, crossed his legs, and sat on a high-end sand leather chair. He took his time and carefully trimmed and ground his nails to make them neat and tidy, and then walked slowly towards the clothes rack. Putting on his most expensive and formal coat, he turned around and sat down at his work table with a flick of the hem. He found a small comb in the drawer and combed his hair into the latest hairstyle in Odagiri Joe's new film.

A perfect start to the day, melancholic temperament, charming eyes.

But does even such a handsome man have to be controlled by others?

Don’t even think about it, the king cannot be humiliated!

Even if I have to carry the primordial abyss on my back and support the CloreVoice Office with one hand, I am as invincible as Hirata!

I stuck my head out and took another look downstairs, but there was still no one there.

Why haven't you come yet?

"President, this is already the second hour you've been staring at your phone." Yui Mizukura, who was watching the TV with her feet up, couldn't help but remind her, "How about making another call?"

"unnecessary."

Hirata replied instantly without thinking.

"Ah? Real or fake?"

Mizukura Wei was doubtful: "You have walked back and forth a few times, does it really not matter?"

"real."

The middle-aged man's voice didn't waver at all, but he was actually sneering inside.

Are you kidding me? Even if they woke up late and arrived on the bus one bus late, they would only be five minutes away from arriving at the club. They were not far away from picking the fruits of victory.

Although he was temporarily at a disadvantage in the initial confrontation, President Hirata will never admit defeat!

Another five minutes passed and there was still no movement.

The girl's eyes were worried, secretly worried about him.

He chuckled and added: "Don't worry, let the bullets fly for a while."

However, in Hirata's mind at this time, this was no longer an ordinary notification. A certain Qianyuan kid had now become a deep sea general level master with equal status to him, far away from the Neptune level who stood in the first stage of the world. It's only one step away, and this man's ability to hang himself without answering the phone is definitely better than any woman he has ever been on a blind date with in his life.

Others still reply "haha" and "I went to take a shower." This person doesn't reply anything but still clings to his heart. How scheming is this.

Hirata looked directly at the young man on the other side of the void, his fighting spirit already surging, and his eyes ignited with blazing fire.

"Do you really don't need another shot? Mr. President seems to be in a hurry." Yui Mizukura tilted her head and asked again with a smile.

"Water Cang..."

Hirata touched the somewhat high hairline on his forehead, bit the lollipop in his mouth, and exhaled slowly.

He looked level and asked in a calm tone: "Do you think the person who holds the leadership in the whole society has always been Qianyuan?"

"Is not it?"

Mizukura Yui's clear eyes looked across the work table at the single old man sitting peacefully.

"Haha, I think back on those days, before this kid metamorphosed, he was still industrious. At that time, he was only submissive, how could he be so arrogant..." He couldn't help but nod.

But no one expected it, and they immediately changed their lives. It was like filming a Japanese drama "Wild Boar Makeover", completely transformed. To be honest, I even suspected it was a classic Japanese comic plot, where the souls of Chihara and Taketatsu interacted with each other. Changed.

Putting back his random thoughts, Hirata hummed twice, raised his coffee cup and banged it on the table.

"I have endured it for a year, just waiting for an opportunity. I want to take a breath, not to prove how great I am, but to tell others that I must get back what I lost." His eyes flashed with light.

, if there is something or if there is nothing.

Very familiar words.

Yui Mizukura scratched his head, swayed his twin ponytails, and muttered to himself: "Is this a line I learned from the movie Qianhara-senpai watched? Does the president still watch this when he is at work?"

"I just happen to be free." Hirata stared at his screen and smiled restrainedly, "I took a few glances at work..."

"forget it. I'm done here."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the next five minutes. At this moment, his heart was extremely hot, and the pride in his heart was about to overflow, like an emperor wielding a sword to cut through the floating clouds.

The moment of crisis has arrived, and this is the decisive battle without defeat.

If he wins and regains the power of the office, he will eat whatever he wants in the future, and directly push Jianwen's son to work as the imperial chef at the Royal Private Kitchen in Dali Temple.

If you lose, it will just be a loss of face. You will also get a commission from the dubbing agency, and the company's business will skyrocket with the addition of popular voice actors' masterpieces.

No loss in any direction, a model of risk hedging.

Wonderful, wonderful!

The smile of the middle-aged man is even brighter and brighter.

Dong Dong——

What a wonderful knock on the door, I thought the person who came so polite must be the male mother.

Mizukura Wei took the initiative to open the door and was immediately disappointed when she caught a glimpse of the beautifully dressed elder sister outside.

"What, Qianyuan-senpai is really not coming?"

"yes……"

Zhuda Caimiao smiled helplessly, put on her slippers, and walked into the room with small steps.

"Hirata, are you still working hard?" She smiled and looked at the president behind the work desk.

The screen in front of him was still playing the movie "A Better Tomorrow", and it happened to show the scene of the man who said "fighting for breath" being shot in the head by a bullet.

Hirata had a lot of thoughts in his mind, but his face remained calm. He just felt a little tired, so he lay down on the table to rest for a while.

But his hands couldn't stop shaking wildly, and he couldn't help typing back and forth on the keyboard.

The "←" key goes back fifteen seconds, the "space" key pauses, and the cycle goes back and forth.

Looking at Brother Ma, who was being shot in the head repeatedly, Hirata was silent, and then he smiled heroically and relieved.

"I lost."

…

"Come on, let's share the dirt."

Zhuda beckoned the two lazy dogs to come over.

"Don't grab one for each person." He also used professional skills when speaking. He changed his tone from a cute girl and calmly switched to a gentle big sister next door.

It's just that the designated girl contestant Yui Mizukura looked at her in an unfriendly way. The upright junior was silent for a few seconds, staring directly at the opponent, then fell silent for a while, and suddenly started reciting to himself.

"With four machines, Yuanyangzhi wants to fly together..."

"what?"

Zhuda Caimiao looked at her with a resentful look in her eyes and felt chills all over her body unconsciously. She felt a bone-chilling cold. But when she looked up, she saw that the number on the air conditioner was indeed 27 degrees Celsius.

Mizukura-senpai immediately straightened his back and stretched out a delicate hand belonging to a young high school student, "Qianhara-senpai told me that the pink box is exclusively for me, Taketatsu-senpai, please don't steal it!"

"Who said that……"

Before Zhuda Caimiao could refute, the little girl said goodbye, silently took out her mobile phone, and murmured another tear-jerking voice, "I want to tell Qianyuan-senpai..."

Even Hirata, who prides himself on being a good man and a good man, cast a disdainful look.

Zhuda Caimiao was shocked by the acting skills that can only be seen among high-end idols. It turned out that the actor was right next to her.

"Isn't it just a change of eating? As for that?" Zhuda Caimiao, who was exposed, had no choice but to pick up the orange juice and take a small sip.

"That's right!" Mizukura Yui said resolutely.

"Maybe it's because Qianhara-senpai's food is so delicious." Her eyes were full of longing for the perfect man.

Yes, men who can cook are a rare breed in Japan, not to mention those who cook extremely delicious food, enough to be called a national treasure. He has a good temper, so extra points, and a few slaps, let alone

The rating scale and favorability can be greatly improved.

"By the way, how did you know that the pink lunch box was for you?" Zhuda Caimiao asked curiously.

"Seniors told me all about it on the line!"

Yui Mizukura raised her phone and smiled, looking like a working idol.

Oh, hey, they are all contacting me secretly behind my back.

Realizing that he had been being treated as a joke by a certain little girl, the president took out a lollipop with his right hand trembling crazily, peeled off the candy coating and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although it is not the time to eat, it can increase your appetite when you are feeling sad.

With his heart feeling cold, he cracked open the hot spring egg that someone had specially prepared in a cup of hot water and smelled the fragrant aroma. Finally, he found some comfort in his heart full of wounds.

"Sure enough, women are all bad, but Yuan Bao is still gentle and considerate."

President Hirata finally gave in. He felt the hot egg liquid in his mouth and breathed out the hot breath in a big mouth without any image.

With the other hand, he typed the name of the game that he just talked about a few days ago into the male mother's contact account.
Chapter completed!