Fu Group, President's Office.

Fu Xin was immersed in the papers, and there was a knock at the door.

"Come in."

Fu Xin frowned.

He has always been unable to sleep well at night recently, and Qiu Moru's face always appears in his dreams, and he feels that he is stunned.

He has slept with many women, and some are more beautiful than Qiu Moru.

Why do you keep thinking about that woman?

The assistant walked in, "President." ”

Fu Xin looked at the assistant coldly, "What's the matter?" ”

"Regarding Miss Qianqian, I think it is still necessary to inform you." The assistant hesitated.

"What's the matter?"

Fu Xin knew that his assistant was not the kind of person who made a fuss.

The assistant took two sets of photos and handed them to Fu Xin's desk.

Fu Xin's face changed when he looked at these two sets of photos, and his hand unconsciously clenched the pen.

"What's going on?"

The assistant bowed his head and said, "Miss Qianqian asked her agent to send these two sets of photos to the media, and the agent told me, I asked her not to post them for the time being, I think it is necessary to notify you." ”

"You mean, she sent both sets of photos?" Fu Xin frowned.

These two sets of photos, one is an indecent photo of Han Qianqian, and the other is Qiu Moru.

She hated Qiu Moru, he knew it.

But why didn't she even let herself go?

"Yes, President." The assistant nodded, "But many of Miss Qianqian's photos are photoshopped and composited." ”

"Okay, I got it.

Both sets of photos were pressed down and not allowed to be revealed. ”

After Fu Xin finished speaking, he waved his hand and let him out.

The door was shut.

Fu Xin took out his mobile phone and made a call to Han Qianqian.

"Hey, Qianqian."

"Brother, is there something wrong?"

"What do you think about the photo?"

Han Qianqian was stunned for a moment, "Brother, you know everything?" ”

"Yes." Fu Xin pinched his eyebrows, "I can understand Qiu Moru's photos, but why are you exposing your own photos?"

You have to know that even if it is synthetic, even if there is follow-up PR, your image will be damaged. ”

"What if it's damaged?" Han Qianqian's voice was aggrieved, "If He Tiantian hadn't had my handle in his hand, would I be like this?"

I first put some photos of my fiction and reality, and then quickly publicized, even if He Tiantian leaked the photos again, netizens may not believe it.

In this way, even if I reveal Qiu Moru's indecent photos, He Tiantian can't do anything about me. ”

When Fu Xin heard that she was going to put Qiu Moru's photo, she felt very uncomfortable.

He forced himself to suppress this feeling and whispered into the phone,

"Qianqian, I don't want you to deal with Qiu Moru on the premise of hurting yourself.

Forget it! ”

"Brother!" Han Qianqian's voice was delicate and very unhappy.

"Well, who are you, who is she?

It's not worth it for you to waste your reputation for her! ”

Fu Xin persuaded Han Qianqian and persuaded himself in the same way.

But was that really what he thought in his heart?

Was he reluctant to let her publish the photo just because he was afraid that his sister's reputation would be damaged?

Han Qianqian felt much more comfortable when she heard Fu Xin belittle Qiu Moru like this, "Well, brother, I will listen to you." ”

She did this because she was afraid that her brother would like Qiu Moru.

Since her brother doesn't look down on her like this, then her worries are unnecessary.

She can't afford to exchange her reputation for Qiu Moru.

After all, she is a public figure, and the damage to her reputation is too serious.

But there are some people she still has to punish and let her understand who is her employer.

She hung up Fu Xin's phone and made a direct call to her agent,

"Sister Zhao, did you tell my brother about me?"

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