Jiang Ruan looked up suspiciously at the man's beautiful side face, he really couldn't understand what he was happy about, and he didn't care so much, so he took the man outside and rode back to the research institute directly.

It's night.

The man came out of the drinking party and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

He rubbed his brow.

The strength of the wine has come up, and I don't feel well.

I could only loosen my tie by leaning on the sink, and then lit a cigarette, swallowing clouds and spitting fog, a pair of black eyes and indifference to the extreme, and my whole body was full of indifferent aura that no one should approach.

Just as he was about to flick the cigarette ash, the bathroom door was pushed open slightly.

A woman's coquettish laughter came from the door: "Director Chen, look at what you said, I have been in the industry for so many years, of course I am deeply honored to be favored by you, but now I have a stomach problem, a little uncomfortable, I'm afraid I can't accompany you, let's go another day." ”

"It's not just a coincidence, I also have a screenwriter Jin Ming over there, you have to seize this kind of opportunity, the book he has in hand, you should know how many actors have broken their heads."

The woman continued to shirk with a smile: "I understand Director Chen's hard work, but I also have to have my life to earn that money, right?" It was indeed uncomfortable ......"

"Hey, I said, why are you so ignorant of lifting? Wasn't I kind enough to pull you? ”

"Director Chen, you let go first."

The two seemed to be tugging, and the door to the door swayed.

The woman's originally delicate voice has also changed its taste.

Shiguanyu gritted his teeth and tried his best to restrain his temper.

In front of her, there was a middle-aged man with a big belly, wearing a peaked cap, a beard, and greasy.

He was tugging at her arm.

Poetry and rain, when patience is about to run out.

A cold, low male voice came from overhead.

"Director Chen has been in the limelight recently, and my artists from Tiansheng Entertainment also have to accompany Director Chen to drink."

Poetry and rain accidents.

Back.

The man was leaning against the bathroom door, looking at them with cold eyes, cigarettes between his fingertips, and green smoke.

looked at Director Chen's hand holding Shi Guanyu and paused for a few seconds.

Director Chen saw that it was Luo Tingfeng, his scalp was numb, and he hurriedly smiled: "Mr. Luo, you are joking, where does Chen dare, this is not that I think this girl is a good seedling, and I want to cultivate it well." ”

Luo Tingfeng raised his hand, grabbed Shi Guanyu's shoulder and hooked it in his direction, and Director Chen's hand was pulled away.

"Your turn?" He lowered his eyes and said coldly.

Director Chen's face turned green.

Even though he is a domestic leader, he is nothing in front of these chaebols.

Where can you be proud?

"Mr. Luo, I ......"

"It's in the way."

Luo Tingfeng grabbed the poem and watched the rain with one hand, and looked at Director Chen condescendingly, his tone was cold.

Director Chen shuddered and hurriedly stepped back.

Luo listened to the wind and pulled Shiguanyu to the stairwell.

As soon as he entered, Shi Guanyu shook off his hand, his eyebrows and eyes were still smiling, but they were full of sarcasm: "Don't worry about Mr. Luo, I can solve it myself." ”

"How to fix it?" Luo Tingfeng took a puff of cigarette and stared at the fairy-like face of the woman.

"Take off your shoes and smash your head, how easy it is to open a scoop."

The woman scoffed.

Hearing this, Luo Tingfeng picked the corners of his lips, "Yes, I can scratch the flower on my back every time before, it's quite strong." ”

Shi Guanyu tidied up his hair and gave him a charming look, but he smiled without emotion: "I remember it quite clearly, it seems to be quite memorable." ”

At the end, she squinted: "You can just have a good aftertaste." ”

With that, she stepped on her high heels and turned to leave.

doesn't drag mud and water, but he is still proud in his bones.

Luo Tingfeng stared at the sexy back, and finally snuffed out the cigarette butt, feeling irritable.

Take out your phone and call the driver.

He went down the stairs, clicked on WeChat as he walked, and was in a bad mood and swiped his mobile phone.

The circle of friends only slid a few times, and his eyes froze.

Half a day.

There was a gnashing of teeth from the stairs.

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