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Hanlin newspaper

"Xi Mucheng, you local tyrant!" The little paparazzi, who was suppressed on the ground, clamored.

Xi Mucheng sat on the rotating leather chair, slightly squinting black eyes, thin lips coldly confided a few words, "this title, good!"

On one side, Xu Zifeng was smiling, seemingly harmless, but actually brilliant.

This smelly boy obviously doesn't know how to write the four words "disaster is coming".

"We media people have the right to restore the truth. Mrs. Xi's private life is not Ah... "

"Punctuality" two words have not been said, the face has been heavily hit a punch.

"Poof!" Half of the paparazzi's body fell to the ground, and the blood and broken teeth on the ground It's too powerful.

Everyone was scared, did not expect that this more beautiful man than a woman, shot so fast and ruthless accurate, really should be the sentence, people can not look, the sea can not be measured.

"Nonsense, but there's a price to pay." Xu Zifeng a hook rose color corner of the mouth, convergence to the romantic peach eyes, burst enchanting momentum.

"I I'm not talking nonsense... " The little paparazzi spat angrily, his face filled with righteous indignation.

"Zifeng, how about this position?" Xi Mu Cheng supported his jaw with one hand, and his eyes swept over him. His deep black eyes looked out of the window.

"The location is good, the traffic is convenient, and it's hidden. It's excellent!"

Their gentle conversation and lukewarm tone make people shudder like the cold wind in autumn.

"Come on, tear it down and build a sauna city for me!" With a single order, the fate of this small newspaper was decided.

"I'll kill you!" The little paparazzi, with purple eyes, took out a knife and rushed to ximucheng.

Xi Mu City handsome charming face, don't see a ripple, just coldly pulled the chin muscle.

On one side, Xu Zifeng embraces his chest in both hands, but he is not ready to help. He looks calm, as if he were watching a play.

The sharp blade, flashing dark pupil, at the moment when people can't react, the little paparazzi is thrown on the cold wall.

Xi Mu Cheng's low voice, like a lethal enchanter, "this man intends to murder, send me to the police station!"

"Yes, president." Two subordinates put him up without expression and dragged him out.

In the face of the little paparazzi hysterical abuse, a little pick sword eyebrow, "too noisy, let him be quiet!"

But I heard a shrill cry, and then there was no more movement.

A room of people, like sensing something, all shivering body, keep begging for mercy, "President Xi, we are wrong, we no longer dare."

After that, I dare not offend the empress even if I offend the heaven and the earth.

"Go away!" Xi Mu Cheng a low roar.

"We'll go right away, right away..." They rushed out, touched a pool of blood on the ground, and ran faster than the beast, so they almost broke the door.

"They don't think you cut the dog's tongue..." Looking at this exaggerated scene, Xu Zifeng opened his peach blossom eyes. Is it necessary to be afraid of this?

Xi Mu Cheng looked up, "almost, just break his hand."

Xu Zifeng looks at his friend pointlessly. He can understand Xi Mucheng's mood. If someone dares to deal with his treasure, it may not be a hand.

"I'll take care of the aftermath here!" Xi Mucheng stands up.

"Well, you don't really want to build a sauna City, do you? And where are you going? "

Xi Mu Cheng's lip line was tight, and he didn't answer. His dark deep pupil was full of danger.

Houhai.

Z City, a famous nightclub.

Those who can get in and out of here are all political and business celebrities. They can't get in without certain status.

At the moment, in a VIP room, heavy metal music is deafening. A man in a black windbreaker smokes a cigar, swallows the clouds and vomits the fog. The ice chisel like handsome face looks mysterious and weird, but it is a fatal temptation for women.

He just sat there quietly, looking coldly at the sexy creatures swinging with the music. Behind him were two sculptural men with the same expressionless face.

Sure enough, what kind of master there are, what kind of subordinates there are.

However, this does not damage his incomparable unique charm, especially the blue eyes, as if a pair of, will be absorbed, tall body, cold face, the corner of the mouth of the curve, is simply fatal attraction.

Finally, on the dance floor, a hot girl stretched out her tongue and gave him a charming look.

The man cocked his legs and glanced at her as if nothing had happened. Then he twisted out his unfinished cigar.

The woman thought it was her temptation that had an effect. Her red lips were raised high, and her high-heeled shoes of 12 cm made the ground "thumping" and her plump feet galloped past gracefully.

"My Lord She gave a whine.The clinker was stopped on the way.

The light flashed and the music stopped.

"What's the matter?" When the music stopped, the ladies who had been dancing with the music were forced to stop dancing, and all of them were staring at the sudden situation.

The atmosphere at the scene was rather treacherous and chilling.

It's all because the men in the first place are too intimidating. They are always among men. They know that this man is not an ordinary person.

But listen to...

"throw it out!" The man looked at her in disgust. There was no temperature in his blue eyes.

Without his permission, this woman dare to be so presumptuous, obviously did not pay attention to his principle of being an official owl.

Can close to the woman beside him, only he said to, otherwise, it is wishful thinking.

"Master, don't drive me out. I'm wrong. I really know I'm wrong..." a woman quickly begged for mercy. If the boss knew that she was swept out by customers, her job would be lost. This is the rule that every young lady of night pearl should follow.

"Tell me, what's wrong with you?" He gave her a chance to die to understand.

The woman trembled. Her beautiful makeup was filled with tears. Her voice murmured, "I... I shouldn't seduce you!"

"Let her disappear here at once!" He growled impatiently, as if she were some disgusting cancer.

"I don't want it. It's the boss, not you, who can decide whether I'll stay or not." The woman twisted her features for the last desperate struggle.

"Lili, he is our boss." The PR Manager kindly reminded me.

"What... What A woman's shoulders collapse, it's over!