: The Condom

Ye Bei got used to the door for a while before walking in and glanced around.

There were five people in the room, three of them gathered at a desk, and two were on the bench next to them.

"Hi, brothers, okay."

Ye Bei raised his hand and greeted him with a smile.

"Who are you?"

Around the desk, a vicious man looked at him and asked.

"Oh, I'm the new driver, and we will be colleagues in the future. Please take care of you."

Ye Bei walked forward, took out the cigarette warmly, and sprinkled it around.

Everyone in the room suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Damn, I was scared."

A short young man next to the big man glared at him, stretched out his hand, and snapped!

The poker hidden in his hand fell on the table.

"New."

The big man grinned, took the cigarette and lit it, and looked at him squintly: "What do you call me brother?"

"Yebei, the leaves of the leaves, the north of the north, I wonder what my buddy calls it?"

Ye Bei stretched out his foot and hooked a square stool and sat down with a smile.

"This is Zhao Hu, the squad leader of our small car squad. Just call him Brother Hu."

The short young man said first, and then flattered Zhao Hu and smiled.

"Anything you can call me is just a bowl of rice."

Zhao Hu waved his hand pretentiously and pointed to the short young man and the taller thin man on the other side: "This is Xu Dong, this is Li Qiang."

After saying that, he pointed to the two people sitting on the bench: "Zhao Mingde, Sun Sheng."

Ye Bei sat down without moving, just smiled and nodded to the people: "Please take care of me and others in the future."

Maybe it was because of that cigarette, the few people were quite friendly to him and nodded and gave him back.

Only Xu Dong looked at him with a squinted look and made no statement.

Ye Bei didn't care either.

He is not money, so there is no need to make everyone like it.

"Xiao Ye..."

As soon as he spoke, Zhao Hu suddenly felt something was wrong.

Xiaoye, Xiaoma?

wipe!

He changed his name with an unhappy look: "Xiaobei, who will the company arrange for you to drive for?"

Ye Bei smiled and said casually: "Oh, drive for Mr. He."

puff!

Ahem...

Zhao Hu, who had just taken a puff of cigarettes, immediately coughed chokingly, and then stared at him with wide eyes.

The reason why Zhao Hu was able to be the squad leader is because he was a full-time driver of a senior executive.

Now, a company boss suddenly appeared, and everyone was shocked in an instant.

Especially Zhao Hu, he felt that his position was threatened instantly.

However, he dared not guilty of Ye Bei.

If you can become President He’s driver, it doesn’t matter if you say it’s okay, but you won’t believe it if you beat him to death.

"So Xiaobei...that Brother Ye is driving for President He, which is amazing."

Zhao Hu took out a pack of cigarettes with a smile on his face and respectfully handed it to Ye Bei: "In the future, Brother Ye will take care of him."

"Haha, Brother Hu, don't be so polite, you're just making a living."

Ye Bei took it and waved his hand gently.

The phone in the room suddenly rang.

Zhao Hu made a small face at Ye Bei, then walked over to answer the phone.

"Yeah, I understand..."

Not knowing what the other side said, Zhao Hu agreed repeatedly, then put down the phone, glanced at Ye Bei secretly, and turned around and went out.

Ye Bei sat on the sofa, talking to everyone without saying a word, and also had a preliminary understanding of the company.

After a while, Zhao Hu reappeared at the door.

"Ye Bei, stand up for me."

He looked at Ye Bei who was sitting, shook his arms and walked over and said angrily: "Who told you to sit here? Do you understand the rules?"

"Why, this is not a place for people to sit?"

Ye Bei rolled his eyelids and said lazily, without moving.

"Damn, it's so arrogant."

Zhao Hu cursed and reached out to grab his collar.

Bang!

The hand that reached in front of Ye Bei was suddenly caught.

"I'll give you a warning, don't touch me."

Ye Bei grabbed Zhao Hu's hand, opened his eyes slowly, and looked at him indifferently.

"Ha, are you warning me?"

Zhao Hu unexpectedly looked at the hand being grabbed, and suddenly his face changed, and he pulled his hand back hard: "I'll let you..."

Um?

The hand was not pulled back.

Damn, this bastard is so hard!

"You can let me go."

Zhao Hu put all his strength into the process and stopped back again.

Ye Bei suddenly let go.

Zhao Hu, who was not wary of his body, then leaned back and lay on the ground with a thud.

hiss!

Just hearing the movement, the other drivers couldn't help but grin.

"I'll kill you."

Zhao Hu struggled for a long time and got up, roared and rushed towards Ye Bei again.

Ye Bei frowned and looked at Zhao Hu who was rushing towards him, and slowly stood up.

Before the other drivers could see clearly what was going on, they saw Zhao Hu flying backwards at a faster speed than rushing over.

There was a dull bang.

The driver in the small car team looked at Zhao Hu who fell to the ground and couldn't help but feel excited. They looked at Ye Bei with fear, and then quickly shifted their gaze.

No one would have thought that this new guy not only has a strong backstage, but also has a stronger kung fu.

Zhao Hu, who felt dizzy, couldn't get up while lying on the ground, but remembered what Zhang Junhui said just now: "I tell you, this guy is very good at fighting, don't be careless."

Now, he believed it.

"What's going on?"

At this moment, the door was pushed open again, and Zhang Junhui stood at the door with a calm face.

It appears very punctual.

Ye Bei glanced at him, sneered in his heart, turned around and sat on the sofa, crossing his legs, ignoring him.

"Ye Bei, I didn't hear you asked."

Zhang Junhui looked at Zhao Hu on the ground, looked up and shouted at Ye Bei angrily: "Why hit someone?"

"Because he deserves a fight."
To be continued...