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Zhu Ying was very busy, and she was busy receiving and negotiating business.

"President, you've worked too hard, can you take a break?"

Xiaomei is Zhu Ying's personal secret technique, a recent college graduate, who was only recently recruited, because she is down-to-earth and hardworking, she can bear hardships and stand hard work, and she is very appreciated by Zhu Ying.

"Alas, it's all for the company's business!"

Zhu Ying rubbed her temples and leaned back in her chair tiredly to close her eyes.

Xiaomei shook her head helplessly, poured a cup of tea and gently put it on the table.

After a pause, Zhu Ying opened her eyes slightly, her eyes fell on the photo on the table, staring at Xue Bing's face, and the corners of her mouth showed a beautiful arc.

Bingyu Media is Xue Bing's industry, and as his woman, Zhu Ying is determined to make the company bigger and stronger.

The office door suddenly opened, and a bewitching figure walked in.

"President Zhu, haven't seen you for a long time?"

Hearing the voice, Zhu Ying frowned, and it was someone she didn't like very much.

"Miss Liu, don't you understand the basic etiquette of knocking on the door before entering?"

Liu Yifei was wearing a tight-fitting skirt, and the tulle fabric on her chest made a pair of firm double-peaks come out, her hips were tightly wrapped, and the seductive curves made the man unable to hold it when he saw it.

"Sorry, forgot."

Liu Yifei replied indifferently, sat on the chair opposite Zhu Ying, and crossed Erlang's legs.

"Miss Liu, is there anything you want me to do?"

Liu Yifei is the first artist signed by Bingyu Media, and the company has also invested a lot of resources to cultivate Liu Yifei from a second-rate artist to a quasi-first-class star.

But after Liu Yifei became a little more famous, he didn't take Zhu Ying seriously anymore.

"I heard that the company is going to invest in a movie for Su Yaoyao, is there such a thing?"

Liu Yifei seemed to be asking, but her momentum was aggressive, and Zhu Ying was very uncomfortable to hear.

"This is still being planned, how do you know?"

"You don't have to worry about how you know," Liu Yifei put away her smile and looked not very happy, "Why didn't you prepare a new movie for me?" ”

"Miss Liu, you have already made two movies, and we will prepare a new script after the filming is completed."

Zhu Ying is very dissatisfied with Liu Yifei, although her appearance is very good and her acting skills are okay, her work attitude is very headache, and there are many rumors of playing big names.

If Xue Bing hadn't said hello and cultivated well, Zhu Ying would have fired Liu Yifei a long time ago.

"I feel that the direction of the company has been deviated, and it is too risky to invest all the money in a new person."

"Miss Liu, this is what the chairman meant, if you are not satisfied, you can ask him."

Liu Yifei touched the soft nail, felt a little unhappy, and pulled her face down, "Zhu Ying, don't forget that I am the number one brand of Bingyu Media, and my relationship with the chairman is not comparable to you, if you want to do a good job in your position as president, I advise you to keep your eyes bright." ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Zhu Ying has a gentle temperament, but she is not a bully, and asked with a slight frown.

"See for yourself what you mean!"

Liu Yifei got up directly after speaking, didn't even look at Zhu Ying, and walked away with high heels.

"I'm!"

Zhu Ying slapped the table angrily, but it was not easy to attack.

When the company was established, Xue Bing had already told Zhu Ying to cultivate Liu Yifei, so she had always given the latter the best resources.

Su Yaoyao's arrival made Bingyu Media see the potential of cultivating a supernova, and the focus of work has shifted, so Liu Yifei sneered at today.

"Let's ask Xue Bing."

The sky slowly darkened, and the commercial pedestrian street in Hexi was brightly lit, and the colorful neon lights kept flashing, showing the prosperity of the commercial street at night.

Huangjia barbecue is the name changed after Huang Musheng took over the store.

In the back kitchen of the barbecue restaurant, the winter melon is gray, the hair hangs down on the cheeks, and there are burnt marks on the ends of the hair.

From noon to evening, the business in the store has never stopped, and Xue Bing and Winter Melon have been helping.

Because I thought the barbecue process was fun, the winter melon had to go up and experience it by myself, and finally ended up in a homeless shape.

"Winter melon, are you okay?"

Xue Bingqiang held back a smile and just wiped his cheeks with a towel for the winter melon.

"Is that funny, big bad?"

Winter melon squinted at the reddened eyes and said dissatisfiedly.

"No, no, that's what you are......"

Xue Bing was afraid that he would be beaten if he continued to speak, so he didn't finish speaking.

"What's wrong with me like this, isn't it for the pleasure of helping others?" Donggua said nonchalantly, stretched out his foot and kicked Chen San, who was wearing strings, "Little San, don't I look good?" ”

"Good-looking, good-looking."

Chen San couldn't say how bitter he was, and he wore the afternoon's skewers in the back kitchen, and his spirit was almost in a trance.

"Little soldier, I'm really bothering you today."

Huang Musheng said apologetically, Xue Bing not only helped the barbecue restaurant out of the siege, but also helped him for an afternoon, which made him feel very embarrassed.

"It's okay Uncle Huang, speaking of which, I also have shares in this store."

Xue Bing said with a smile, and he should be distracted.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the business in the store was better, and in a short period of time, several waves of customers had come, and everyone was busy again.

Because the winter melon "called" a few Deng Hongtao's younger brothers to help, she was idle and chic everywhere.

Poor Chen San, as the boss of a street, is his strength to cut people with a knife, but the winter melon makes him compete with the bamboo stick, and he can't accept it.

Most of the crowds near the commercial street are office workers, and there are fewer kung fu people at almost nine o'clock.

"Little soldier, it's not too early, can you go back and rest quickly?"

Huang Musheng smiled, today was the highest day of his business, and the turnover of one day was about the same as that of the previous days.

"Okay, I'll go back."

There are not so many guests, and Xue Bing is also ready to send winter melons back to rest.

"Dad, shall I send one to Xue Bing?"

Huang Qin's face was slightly red, and he pretended to say unintentionally.

Huang Musheng smiled, but quickly recovered and nodded.

"Where's the winter melon?"

Xue Bing looked around and found that the winter melon was gone.

"Will you go back first?"

The shop is not big, and Huang Qin searched around but couldn't find it.

Xue Bing took out his mobile phone, and when he was on the call, he suddenly remembered that Donggua had taken away the car keys before.

"Maybe I'm back in the car, I'll take a look."

Xue Bing said goodbye to Huang Musheng and walked out of the barbecue restaurant, and Huang Qin followed behind.

"Sure enough."

In the back seat of the car, the calves of the winter melon were crossed on the seat, and he fell asleep in an indecent position.

"It seems that the winter melon is tired."

Huang Qin chuckled, he was already familiar with winter melons in the afternoon.

Xue Bing put the winter melon's legs on it, and put the coat on the winter melon before gently closing the car door.

The warm scene was seen by Huang Qin, and there was something unpleasant in her heart, and her smile seemed unnatural.

"Xue Bing, are you and Donggua boyfriend and girlfriend?" (To be continued.) )