The Supreme Soldier King of the Lady CEO

Chapter 27: Chapter 27: Punished to the Cleaning Department?

"Ye Huan, what are you doing!"

Zhao Yongle angrily grabbed Ye Huan by the collar: "Without Old Li, our new product at Tianyun International is finished!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? I said, I can solve the formula problem." Ye Huan pinched his nose, looking disgusted, "And, Team Leader Zhao, why do you smell like pig manure, can you keep your distance?"

With that, Ye Huan raised his hand.

"Slap!"

The sound of a slap rang out, and Zhao Yongle fell straight to the ground.

"You... you!" Zhao Yongle covered his cheek, his face dark.

He recalled last night’s events once again.

Last night, he was sabotaged by Wang Biao, not only failing to get Zhang Huimin, but also... unspeakable with that seven-hundred-pound sow!

His body was full of a stench.

Because of this, Zhao Yongle bathed for five hours, used ten bottles of shower gel, only to barely get rid of the smell.

Could it be that he hadn’t washed it all off, but just got used to the smell?

Thinking of this, Zhao Yongle blushed with shame, wishing he could run home and dive into the bath right now!

"The police said they would be here in twenty minutes." Ye Huan hung up the phone and said calmly.

"Let’s handle it like this." Liu Tianyun said calmly.

"No, please!"

Li Guangming pleaded with all his face, saying: "President Liu, I was just momentarily confused, I definitely didn’t mean to do anything to Secretary Tang!"

He regretted deeply. As a Deputy Director of Celestial Sea City Hospital, he was a person of high social standing, and had saved up a few million over the years, living a prosperous life without worries.

If he got arrested by the police, his over twenty years of hard work would be in vain, and he would go from being a renowned doctor to a criminal, unable to lift his head for life!

Thinking of this, Li Guangming immediately knelt down, crying and pleading: "President Liu, Secretary Tang, I don’t deserve to be human, I deserve to die, please give me a chance. I’m willing to voluntarily help Tianyun International perfect the skincare formula, for free!"

"I told you, Tianyun doesn’t cooperate with criminals." Liu Tianyun looked down at Li Guangming, eyes cold.

spoke up: "President, indeed we cannot cooperate with criminals, but there’s no need to worry about the formula, perhaps Ye Huan

don’t say anymore, there’s no Meiying, we’ve still got

quite believe Ye

though she didn’t know how proficient Ye

"President, I’m serious..."

the entire Celestial Sea City, other than me, there’s only one person who can solve your formula problem. Just wait, wait for the Meiying series

you shut

spoke into his phone: "Zhang Song? Come over to Tianyun International, 29th-floor meeting room,

Zhang Song?

familiar name stunned

thinking for a long time, they could only associate it with that low-profile, reclusive divine doctor from the Celestial Sea

phone call from you can bring him here?

mouth blocked by Huan Bro’s shoe sole, Li Guangming continued to

out loud, full

except for the knowledgeable Su Qingqing, thought

Song’s ability to solve the formula problem, but was Zhang Song someone so easily

What a joke!

Who is Zhang Song?

figure, the world-renowned god of traditional Chinese

summon him with

you’re really good at showing

disdain: "I know your plan, first pretend to call Dr. Zhang Song under the guise of

her heart, rubbing her swollen temples, she was completely disappointed with this "hopeless"

he can definitely solve the Meiying formula issue." Su Qingqing

at

eyes, Su Qingqing has always been a

couldn’t believe that after just knowing Ye Huan for a

So sad!

...

Ya, captain of the police brigade from the city center

this the officer who last time brought Wu De to justice, now she’s responding

him."

to go through a series of procedures. Of course, if he really is a criminal

Guangming shivered violently,

longer laugh, his face

Execution?

something he never dared to

lifetime of opportunity, Li Guangming’s face was full of regret, his fists pounding the