Chapter 26： how to deal with it

At the same time, Jiu'an Hospital.

In a VIP high-level ward, a man wearing a white coat and a pair of glasses holds a case table in his hand.

There is a faint coldness lingering all over his body, but because of this white coat, it gives people a feeling of a little abstinence.

Fu Shimo looked at the middle-aged man wearing the hospital gown on the hospital bed, "Director Mo, your injury has almost recovered, and you can be discharged today."

Director Mo let out a turbid breath, and said with a look of happiness and gratitude, "President Fu, thanks to you this time, otherwise I don't know if I can get my life back."

He lost a lot of blood in this car accident, and the nurse in the ward said that when he was brought to the hospital, he was hanging with his last breath.

If President Fu hadn't personally performed the surgery, he would have reported to the underworld early.

"Buzz-"

The phone vibrates.

Fu Shimo took out his mobile phone from his pocket and saw the hot search about Yan Zhixu, the only concern, and his eyes under the lens were full of seclusion.

His skeletal fingers rubbed the screen of the phone, and after thinking for a while, he handed the phone to Director Mo.

"Mo Bureau, such a director with bad conduct and personal moral loss, I don't know how your Radio, Film and Television Bureau dealt with it."

His voice was flat, without ups and downs, as if he was talking about an ordinary parent.

Director Mo took the phone as if he had taken a hot potato.

He glanced at the hot search and couldn't understand what Fu Shimo meant.

He just lowered his head and thought for two seconds before reacting quickly.

He patted the hospital bed hard, his face full of anger, and he replied loudly, "This kind of bad director who deliberately misleads the majority of netizens must be severely punished, banned, and banned immediately!"

"Yeah." Fu Shimo replied softly, took the phone, and took the case table out of the advanced ward.

As soon as he left, Director Mo, who had never dared to breathe, was relieved.

Dean Fu's aura was truly extraordinary, and he was drenched in cold sweat from the oppression.

"The director of this unfortunate thing has somehow provoked Dean Fu."

"Forget it, it's okay to block it, so as not to make this circle a mess."

Director Mo shook his head, sighed, turned over and got up to pack up and prepare to be discharged from the hospital.

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Yan Zhixu and Lu Xun walked out of Xingyu Entertainment.

At a glance, the two saw Yan Jinxiu standing at the door, surrounded by a few 18th-tier starlets who were staring at him.

Wearing a white sportswear, with three black bars on both sides of the pants, it is very simple.

The cheap plastic slippers under his feet suddenly lowered the grade of this famous brand.

But this still does not affect his charm. After all, there is a cool yellow convertible Ferrari parked behind him, which is full of force.

Seeing this, Yan Zhixu raised his eyebrows slightly, and there was a hint of tenderness in those sullen eyes.

She twisted her computer bag with one hand and put the other in her pocket.

Lu Xun on the side stared at the new yellow sports car full of arrogance, "Ah Xu baby, are the local tyrants so low-key these days? But even wearing ordinary clothes can't hide the extravagance. ."

He raised his orchid fingers, swallowed as he spoke, and forcibly restrained the urge to go forward and feel how it felt.

Yan Zhixu said, "Tsk, driving this sports car, even if he dresses like a beggar, he can't hide his temperament."

As for what scent? Of course, it is the temperament of money!