"Wu Yue?"

Cheng Xuanwu repeated these two words, and his eyes darkened.

Song Congbo felt a feeling of Mount Tai pressing at this moment, although it was only for a moment, but the idea of kneeling on the ground was not fake: "Pingxi's sister? Upstairs? ”

Cheng Xuanwu's eyes narrowed slightly under his gold-wire glasses, "There is another one, who is it?" ”

“？！”

How did Mr. Xuanwu know that there was another one?

Why would he ask that?!

While Song Congbo was thinking silently, Cheng Xuanwu's figure flickered, passed through the crowd like a phantom, and disappeared into Song Congbo's sight in the blink of an eye.

Song Congbo: ?

Song Congbo: ......

Is it because you're worried about Konishi that you're hallucinating?

He staggered around and walked out.

muttered in a low voice, "I was worried too much, my spirit collapsed, and I thought I really met Mr. Cheng Xuanwu...... Ah, gotta hurry, hurry back to the office. ”

On the way back, Song Congbo was constantly bombarded by the rest of the team in the group, as well as the company's top management.

Song Congbo was so anxious all the way that he couldn't do it, and his already red eyes were even more terrifying at the moment, full of bloodshots. The driver in front of him was a little frightened, for fear that the passenger in the back seat would suddenly turn into a vampire zombie. It's terrifying.

Song Congbo rubbed his eyes rudely, trying to make himself more energetic.

He can't collapse, he can't fall. There are still so many things that he needs to deal with in the future, Song Congbo, calm down!

Xiaoxi, he won't die, he will definitely turn evil into good fortune! It's going to be fine!

Song Congbo's index finger and thumb of his right hand tightly pinched the flesh on his left arm like a screw, until the pain clearly spread to every nerve ending in his body.

The man let out a long, depressed breath.

At this moment, Song Congbo's WeChat list popped up a friend message that he had added for two years but had only said one sentence.

Han Fei Big Boss: The liquidated damages caused by Cheng Pingxi are from my private account.

Song Congbo clenched his fists, trying to calm himself down, and tapped his fingers twice on the screen:

Song Congbo: Mr. Han, Cheng Pingxi's sister just said that the liquidated damages will be paid by their family. Thank you Mr. Han for your kindness, I received it on behalf of Xiaoxi.

The boss said that he wanted to help your artists reimbursement?

How can you look at this kind of thing, how scary?!

Song Congbo was not carried away by this sentence, he was originally ready to be scolded by Mr. Han.

To put it mildly, Cheng Pingxi is now one of the company's cash cows, not only will he have to stop work for a year in the future, but he will also have to pay huge liquidated damages, which is a smaller company, and it is estimated that it will be declared bankrupt.

But what does Mr. Han mean by this?

Song Congbo was confused - Mr. Han usually has no intersection with Xiaoxi. Even if Konishi is one of the top streamers of the company, he is also the new star with the most potential for development. But it's not to the point where Mr. Han needs to use his private vault to pay liquidated damages for him? And to hear this, there is no need to pay it back.

Han Fei Big Boss: Miss Wu Yue saved me. Her friend, Mr. Yan, was also a good friend of mine. The penalty will be paid by me.

Han Fei Grand Boss: Don't reject me.

Song Congbo's liver trembled carefully, and looking at these three lines of words, he was ......

After a few seconds, he silently typed two words: Okay.

Tightly, he had the audacity to inform Han Fei of Wu Yue's follow-up arrangements for Cheng Pingxi.

Song Congbo: Mr. Han, what do you see?

Han Fei's big boss: Take a vacation first, if not, then withdraw from the circle. Make a statement.

Song Congbo's eyes turned red.

Song Congbo: Thank you, Mr. Han.

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