Wen Yabao has never figured out how she can offend Fu Shiye.

A person who has never been seen before, although Tianqi Pictures is involved in the entertainment industry, but the head company that mainly publishes and produces, there is no project that intersects with her at all.

It's really incredible that people across the world can have friction.

However, who dares to step on Fu Shiye's head to be a demon?

Tired of living?

Wen Yabao tilted her head and looked at him with a complicated expression.

Fu Shiye handed the phone back to Wen Yabao.

Looking at Wen Yabao's eyes, it was obvious that he was still skeptical about his arguments and explanations.

He could only take out his mobile phone, dial Secretary Su's number, and press the amplification: "Why did you leave the factory without final approval for that interview with Shengjing Finance?" Secretary Su, have you read the published version? ”

Su Jinghong didn't know why: "Is there something wrong?" Mr. Fu? ”

Fu Shiye was silent, and Su Jinghong realized that there must be something wrong to make this call.

"I'll investigate immediately, Mr. Fu, please give me half an hour."

The fingertips cut off the call, Fu Shiye put his mobile phone on the table next to the piano stand,

Wen Yabao was puzzled: "What is Mr. Fu doing?" ”

"Isn't Miss Wen worried about me colluding with my secretary?"

All right!

Fu Shiye's determination is direct enough.

Half an hour.

Wen Yabao and so on.

"Mr. Fu, what do you want to hear?"

"Whatever you want."

The wind and rain outside still have no intention of stopping.

Fu Shiye doesn't seem to be interested in either the guzheng or the pipa.

But when she stopped, she had to communicate with Fu Shiye.

You can't keep silent and let the atmosphere be awkward.

Wen Yabao lowered his head and plucked the strings of the zither, and the song "Fishing Boat Sings Evening" flowed in Nuoda's room.

"Miss Wen plays so quietly in all her tunes?"

Who does Fu Shiye look down on?

Who doesn't know a few rousing tunes.

The eyebrows are slightly raised, the gestures are fine-tuned, and it is directly and seamlessly transferred into "Ambush on All Sides".

The murderous aura that came to his face shocked Fu Shiye slightly.

Jin Ge Iron Horse, with a momentum like a tiger, is as lifelike as floating in front of her under the performance of the woman's slender ten fingers.

The speed is amazingly fast.

Wen Yabao's face is a calm smile, calm and relaxed.

Her skills are beyond Fu Shiye's knowledge.

At Wen Yabao's age, he can have such a professional level of performance.

Compared to the good folk music on the resume, the weight is much heavier.

At the end of the song, Fu Shiye's mobile phone rang like rain in time.

He picked up his phone and pressed amplification as he answered.

Su Jinghong's apologetic voice dispelled the surprise of Fang Cai's zither song: "Mr. Fu, the interview manuscript sent to me by Shengjing Finance and Economics for confirmation and the final publication are two versions, and part of the content was replaced privately with the authorization of the editor-in-chief. ”

"I have notified the person in charge of the magazine and sent a lawyer's letter, and our company reserves the right to pursue legal responsibility. If you want to confirm that the other party has any holiday with Miss Wen, I will send you a copy of the editor-in-chief's network of the magazine, which must be clear. ”

Su Jinghong's meaning was obvious, but she didn't directly say who it was.

The list was sent with a clear context.

Wen Yabao saw an old acquaintance from the list.

Dream Song.

Two months before the magazine was published, Meng Qingge had a close relationship with the editor-in-chief of Shengjing Financial Magazine.

Photos of the hotel together, date, place and time, accurate to the minute and second.

Even the time they spend in their hotel rooms.

The information is highly suggestive.