Chapter 87

On the way to Zhang Yichen's office, Zhou Jie accompanied him with no leisure.

Report the recent situation of "flying frost and flowing light sword" and boast. Finally, don't forget to boast. Sum up: "Mr. Nan, you can be at ease to do other things, and leave it to me here. With me, Lao Zhou, we promise to start the machine before the end of the year."

Without exposing his almost inflated self-confidence, Nanxi was curious: "is it okay to live with fengxiao?"

I haven't heard him cry "please pay attention to the director's health" for a long time.

Zhou Jie took a fan out of his fart pocket and spread it out with a slap. "Good, Mr. Nan. Don't worry. I'll do my best to do the logistics work and ensure that my idol praises me for taking care of me."

At the beginning of the presentation, Nanxi drove away. Zhou Jie's original body odor was covered by powder and perfume. All of them come out. The smell is mixed with the fragrance. It can be called the most deadly emetic in history. It's too high.

Standing at the window to breathe the fresh air for a long time, I still feel the strange smell lingers for a long time, and I can't stand patting my clothes.

After shooting twice back and forth, he explained to the people around him: "Zhou Jie's work requirements add a rule that he should take a bath at least twice a week."

No one responded. Looking sideways, I couldn't see the round and lovely face. I miss that heartless little girl. She must have made me dizzy. There must be no degenerate thought.

Yang Panpan tasted what Nanxi thought, ha smiled and promised: "OK, I'll tell him later."

Then he pasted it to her and whispered, "when little yellow duck goes to pick up Lele, I scold her hard. I'll let her thoroughly understand the relationship between distance and distance. You can't kill a donkey too much."

Nanxi smiled and said nothing.

When he reached the top floor, Gao Qiufeng saw a group of them and explained to Nanxi with a black face: "the little Lord sees you alone."

Yang Panpan was happy: "sister Xi, you go in. I'll wait for you. Don't be happy for a moment.

Without stepping out, his hand was held: "come in together. Don't you have something to tell him?"

Yang Panpan went crazy: "I didn't."

Nanxi corrected, "no, you have."

In the process of being forcibly dragged into the CEO's office, Yang Panpan scolded shit in his heart. This posture is not to see his husband. It's clear to pull her to face the flood and kill her.

There are only three people in such a large space of 100 square meters, but why does Mao Yang Panpan still feel crowded?

I can't stand the strength of the two people's flirting. I said, "I'll sit on the sofa."

Stay away from the husband and wife, or if they fight, they will only suffer for those who quarrel. They will greatly reduce the possibility of beating her out together. Although my father saved Uncle Zhang's life when he was a doctor, after all, it was the business of the older generation, and Zhang had already exceeded his share. So Zhang Yichen won't recognize this death free gold medal.

Zhang Yichen ordered coldly, "go out."

Even if Yang Panpan didn't look at her again, he could see that he thought she was in the way, and dark Shuang promised: "get it."

He turned around and left, then took one step, and let his arm catch him again.

Turn around and give Nanxi a hint. Let go. Don't you see Zhang Yichen's face is so gloomy that he is on the verge of killing?

Nanxi smiled heartlessly and brightly. It's like saying, you should consider whether to offend him or me.

"Isn't the little panda talking to him?"

Yang Panpan strongly resisted. No, she didn't. The little panda just wants to run away with his head in his arms. He doesn't want to choose.

But the strength on her wrist alone can be tasted. Nanxi won't let her go easily and chat with embarrassment under heavy pressure: "my father asked me to come over and thank you. Xinghong is grateful to you for saying hello, otherwise he will certainly default."

Zhang Yichen leaned back on the chair and crossed his hands. He looked at the two people in front of him indifferently. His mood should be like watching monkey play.

I really can't make up anything else. I plan to greet the three meals of the next day. Fortunately, Zhang Yichen opened a golden mouth in time.

"Since you insist that she stay as a spectator, let's get down to business. Someone reported Lao Xu to me a few days ago. The evidence is conclusive."

Lao Xu? Nanxi's heart sank, Xu Qiaotong? Xu Qing's father.

Glancing at Yang Panpan, the other party still didn't notice anything and wanted to slip away reluctantly.

Relax the shackles on your hands, lower your voice, and pretend to intimidate and say, "I didn't go, you can't go."

Yang Panpan collapsed and grabbed his head. It was not the time when he went to school and lived in the dormitory. He dared not go to the bathroom at night and had to be accompanied. Due to the depressed mood, the speed of oil secretion from the pores on the head is accelerated, as if there was a little oil again.

No matter thirty-seven or twenty-one, XianMei said, "I'm right outside. You can call me whenever you have something to do. I promise, you'll be safe if you risk your dog's life."

After the heroic words and ambitions were sprinkled, SA Yazi slipped out.

"It's a good way to motivate."

Zhang Yichen turned a document to Nanxi. Nanxi sat opposite him and said, "generally."

When I opened the file, the content was shocking, and I couldn't help reading out: "the male host of girl next door is 600W, the male is equipped with No. 3 120W, the important group performance (showing face) is 20W, and the male host double is 80W."

The printed chat and transfer records are pasted behind each price. In addition to Yuan Jun's transfer, there are several 20W transfers whose names have never been seen.

The one in front endured, but at the double, Nanxi pointed with a pity 'hiss'.

Zhang Yichen looked as usual and asked, "do you think it's a pity? Depressed, I didn't think of this way to get rich first."

Nanxi said coldly with a squint of apricot eyes: "it's not a way to make money for a long time. What's a pity. Most people who can buy the protagonist at a high price or the second generation who want to fight with their savings will only hold it hard. As for group performances, fools don't often sell it at the sky high price. Uncle Xu is too reckless to report sooner or later."

Familiar light laughter: "Oh, you're very smart."

I don't feel praised. Nanxi's fingertips haven't left the double position.

The apricot eyes blinked and half cut the autumn water. The eyelashes flickered with the blink. The shell teeth bit the lip flap and looked at Zhang Yichen clearly. It was not delicate and pitiful.

Of course, Zhang Yichen knows that Nanxi will not be spoiled aimlessly and thrown out for quiet purposes.

"I don't need a double. I'll get the money back and give it back to me."

Zhang Yichen:

"For the sake of Lao Xu's hard work for your family for several years, I can only take back his shares and dismiss him. Let bygones be bygones."

When the judgment was handed down, Nanxi gathered up an affectation of asking for benefits and said seriously, "I only ask one question."

Zhang Yichen agreed: "ask."

Nanxi said: "does Uncle Xu participate in reporting the Yang family?"

They looked at each other. Zhang Yichen was silent for a moment and denied: "he should not have been directly involved."

With a large amount of information, Nanxi blurted out the hidden point: "did you find out that Xu Qing is the mastermind?"

Zhang Yichen smiled: "this is not a problem."

Nanxi:... What's the matter with hitting people? Every time she sees Zhang Yichen, she is prone to irritability.