A freshly released magazine was thrown on the table. On the cover, the words "Qin Feiyang can't bear the loneliness, picks up girls at midnight" suddenly came into view. Above was a photo of him and Meng Xinran walking into the Sea Palace.
Qin Feiyang put his legs on the boss's chair beside him. He stretched out his hand to grab the magazine, opened it and glanced at it for a few times. He rubbed his chin and said, "I look very handsome in the photo."
"You... do you know how much impact this has on your image? What kind of blow it will have on the company? You have always been known as a 'high-quality idol' and 'music talent' by the outside world. This scandal is undoubtedly
It is a blockbuster. Once it gets bigger, the image you have worked so hard for over the years will collapse. Advertising, drama appointments, and cross-border cooperation plans negotiated years ago will be shelved, and the company will suffer huge losses."
The middle-aged man, Di Yun, the boss of Suer, banged the table loudly, took a sip of water, and looked at Qin Feiyang, who had no shame on his face, and threw the empty water glass at him.
"I'll give you one day to settle this matter!"
Qin Feiyang kicked off his long legs, and the chair spun around, narrowly avoiding the cup of water. He stood up, put his hands on the desk, and said to Di Yun: "I don't think it's necessary."
After that, he opened the door of the office and left. Behind him, Di Yun was still roaring at the top of his lungs.
"You want to make me angry to death, don't you? Qin Feiyang, you can't forget your roots! Don't forget who supported you step by step to where you are today. Without me, you would have been beaten to death long ago. I can praise you
God can also make you fall down from your high position."
Xu Ya, who had been silent for a long time, walked up to Di Yun, patted Di Yun's back to calm him down, and said: "Mr. Di, don't be angry, I think Feiyang knows what to do."
Di Yun snorted softly: "Xu Ya, you are responsible for this public relations crisis, solve it quickly and save me from being upset when I look at this brat."
"Yes" answered him in a stiff and cold voice.
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In the lobby on the first floor, several employees were chattering around Meng Xinran, their breath smelled sour, and their eyes contained strong jealousy and envy.
Meng Xinran raked her hair irritably, and her fingers suddenly tightened. The magazine the receptionist handed her just now was like shrunken cheese, crumpled and twisted together, and then flew out of her hand in a beautiful parabola.
go out
The hall, which was bustling just a moment ago, immediately fell silent. Several women in employee uniforms were busy adjusting their collars, and their eye-catching breasts were about to emerge. Meng Xinran turned around in confusion, and before she could see the person clearly, she was pulled away.
He walked out and turned towards the door of the building
"Where are you taking me?"
She raised her eyes and glanced at Qin Feiyang's beautiful jaw, and there seemed to be a faint smile on his lips.
"Go where you want to go" was said but not said. Meng Xinran gave him a secret look.
Pushing open the revolving glass door, countless flashlights came oncoming, and a group of reporters holding cameras and microphones swarmed up, tightly surrounding the two people.
"Feiyang, is everything in the magazine true? Do you have an inappropriate relationship with the lady next to you?"
"It is said that your rumored girlfriend Wen Qian was very angry when she found out the news. How do you plan to deal with it?"
"Feiyang, stop and answer us, will this incident affect your concert tour?"