Chapter 53

Atmosphere - stagnant.

"President Fang." CEN thin lips light open, Qin young Jue disaster water east lead of see to come over.

The moment that the eyes of young Lord Qin fell on her, president Fang only felt numbness in his scalp.

"President Qin." The light of Shan Shan swallows saliva, the tone of her mouth is a little na na.

Young Lord Qin crossed his long legs and found a more comfortable posture in the independent sofa.

The well-defined finger's belly gently rubs along the grain of real leather. The eyes of young Lord Qin are slightly astringent, and there is a hint of strange coolness in his voice: "what's your opinion about editor Luo's statement?"

Qin shaojue's tone is very sparse and ordinary, but president Fang heard the threat from it.

The scale of financial newspapers and periodicals is not large. If they are tied up with shaojue Qin, the consequences can be imagined.

"Mr. Qin, I will ask editor Luo to stop all the reports immediately." Quickly weighed in the heart, square president a second gave the answer.

"President?" Open round eyes, Luo Xiao Xiao some can't believe of light call.

"Editor Luo, it's my decision." President Fang took a serious look at her, "there are so many news every day, why do you stare at Qin group?"

"Besides, if it goes on like this, it's hard to guarantee that the audience won't be aesthetically tired."

President Fang's words can be described as high sounding, but Luo Xiaoxiao's heart is clear that she has given in to the obscene power of young Lord Qin.

Although she was a little angry, she didn't want to conflict with president Fang in front of young Lord Qin.

Her eyes light one Lin, forced to bite the lower lip.

A faint smell of blood filled my lips and teeth.

Smell speech, Qin young Jue lightly swept Luo Xiao Xiao one eye.

That eyes vaguely with a little proud, but more is Luo Xiao Xiao do not understand the feelings.

"With the words of president Fang, I can rest assured." He closed his head slightly and looked at the watch on his wrist. "I'll have a meeting later. I'll leave first."

"President Qin." Just as young Lord Qin was about to leave the office, Luo Xiaoxiao suddenly stopped him.

The footstep of Qin shaojue is one meal, some don't smile of saw to come over: "Luo chief editor, still have what matter?"

"Since the head of Fang society has already spoken, I will not continue to publish the scandal of Qin's senior management in the newspapers." She had a smile on her face, but her teeth were tight.

Especially when she read the word scandal, she deliberately accentuated the tone.

"But I still have a lot of information in my hands at the moment." With a smile in her clear eyes, she looked at young Baron Qin and said, "if you just press the bottom of the box, I'm sorry for my efforts these days."

Looking at Luo Xiaoxiao's appearance at a glance, the deep pupil of young Baron Qin was tinged with melancholy.

With a frown on his brow, he asked in a deep voice, "what do you think editor Luo can do to be worthy of your efforts?"

"I plan to post these on my personal microblog." She got up with a smile and looked at young Lord Qin from afar. "If I do this, Qin will not be angry with the financial press, will he?"

Luo Xiao said this in front of president Fang. Is he determined to fight with him?

"Good, good!" Young Baron Qin said three good words in a row. He laughed angrily and snorted, "if the financial press doesn't provide you with any assistance, I won't do anything to vent my anger."

"But Let me know that editor Luo has used the resources of financial newspapers. " A little pause, he stressed in a cold voice, "even if it's just a little use, I will never give up."

Before his words were heard, young Lord Qin walked away.

The door of the president's office was forced to close, slammed against the wall, and then popped open again.

With a loud noise, all the people outside the office looked at each other in silence.

President Fang's hand gently supported his forehead and sat at his desk with his face like earth.

"Xiao Xiao." With a sigh, she looked at Luo Xiaoxiao and said, "do you know who the man was just now?"

"Baron Qin, President of the Qin group." Fu Hong's lips hook, she used a casual language way, "if I remember correctly, there should be a lot of celebrities regard him as a male god who can only see from afar?"

Listening to Luo Xiaoxiao's indifferent tone, president Fang felt a lump in his throat.

The corners of her mouth twitched slightly. Looking at Luo Xiaoxiao, she gradually slowed down her tone: "Xiaoxiao, we can't afford to offend Qin group. The arm can't twist the thigh. Why do you have to fight him? "

The arm can't twist the thigh?

Luo Xiao can't help but sneer in the heart.

There is an inexplicable emotion whistling in my heart, but in the face of the president, she has a light face."President, no matter what, I won't embarrass you." Slightly close the head, Luo Xiaoxiao's eyes twinkle with dim light.

Seeing this, president Fang sighed.

"Xiao Xiao, you are a talent." If it wasn't for Luo Xiaoxiao's ability, she couldn't dig people up.

At this point, she pauses.

Looking at Luo Xiaoxiao deeply, she said seriously: "Xiaoxiao, I hope you destroy yourself because of your willfulness, do you understand?"

In other people's eyes, it's a kind of self destructive behavior to openly fight with young Lord Qin.

But Luo Xiaoxiao doesn't want to explain more about the relationship between her and Baron Qin.

"Thank you for telling me that, president." With a smile, she opened her lips and ended the topic on her own initiative. "If there's nothing else, I'll go back to work first."

What else does president Fang want to say.

But just in the blink of an eye, Luo Xiao has gone far.

Looking at her stubborn figure, president Fang narrowed her eyes gently and fell into deep meditation

In the evening, Luo Xiao declined Qi Zhen's invitation.

After lulling Luo Keran to sleep, Luo Xiaoxiao sorts out the information at hand and directly uploads it to Weibo.

Her microblog number has been authenticated for a long time, but there are not many people who pay attention to it. There are only about 9000 people, including zombie fans.

Sitting cross legged on the bed, her fingers gently tapping on the laptop, a thoughtful face staring at the screen.

As expected, the microblog she posted went down the drain.

Half an hour later, the amount of reading was only a few hundred, not even a thousand.

With a deep breath, Luo Xiaoxiao angrily closes the computer and then lies on the bed in a big shape