Yaquan's eyelids jumped several times in a row, and he secretly said that things were very bad.

"Boss, I'm sorry!" When Yaquan handed the newspaper to the canon, he half-bowed down and admitted his mistake, "This manuscript was temporarily replaced by the newspaper just before it was published, and the notice issued by the editor-in-chief Zhu of the Nanbei Daily, no one else knows, the confidentiality work is relatively good, and the time is relatively tight, it is my negligence that will let this news flow out." ”

Yaquan's attitude of admitting his mistakes was particularly good, and a series of explanations were also reasonable, although he heard the canonization in his ears, he did not say anything.

The canonization took the newspaper and read it.

The title is quite long, and after he glanced at it, his eyes mainly fell on the last four words.

Ill-loved?

The canonical stared at the words for several seconds, then his gaze fell on the magnified photo.

That's when he lowered his head and talked to Luo Yangyang, Luo Yangyang looked up at him, and the two looked like they were kissing because of the angle.

Feng Sheng didn't rush to see what was written in the manuscript, he stared at the two people in the crowd in the photo, that is, him and Luo Yangyang.

He stared at him a little distractedly, staring for a long time, and in his deep dark cold eyes, no one could figure out what he was thinking.

Yaquan's expression was tense, and seeing that he had finally put down the newspaper after being canonized, he hurriedly said:

"Boss, the editor-in-chief Zhu of Nanbei Daily, it is impossible for him to have such courage to publish this news privately, there must be someone behind him."

The hand that was placed on the table casually by the canon, and his fingertips tapped the table lightly and rhythmically, and said in a deep voice: "Who do you think it will be?" ”

The other party's trick is yin enough.

"Feng Heng." After giving a name, Yaquan did not explain it.

Silence pervades the vast office.

"It's time for him to do something, too." The saint stood up, his tall figure unshakable like a green pine in the morning sun of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Yaquan's eyebrows moved slightly, and if Feng Heng accelerated his movements, it meant that he would be busier in the future.

"Take the penalty yourself." The slender fingers of the canonization of the Holy Bone Festival were raised, and the fingertips were pointed on the North and South Daily on the desktop.

He had given Yaquan the task before, and he couldn't appear in any media about Luo Yangyang's news, let alone the news that Luo Yangyang appeared with him.

Although there are extenuating circumstances, no matter how small a mistake is, it is a mistake.

Since it is a mistake, there should be a corresponding punishment for doing something wrong.