Zhou Yuanyuan saw through it but didn't say anything, so she called Lin Zitong to find He Qian. She believed that facts speak louder than words, and with He Qian's ability to make people angry, Yang Yuran would definitely be able to make Yang Yuran "unforgettable" and give up the decision to ask for torture.
Ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door, and Zhou Yuanyuan approved entry through the remote switch on the desk.
The two best friends heard his voice before they saw him.
A crisp whistle blew the familiar song "The Moon Represents My Heart", and a boy wearing hip-hop clothes came to the two of them, raised his eyebrows at them, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou, I'll report."
After the boy finished speaking, without waiting for the little Mr. Zhou in his mouth to reply, he looked directly at Yang Yuran with a pair of eyes full of curiosity eager to explore further.
Yang Yuran bowed slightly, turned around and asked Zhou Yuanyuan through lip language what was going on?
The boy standing in front of them was obviously not He Qian. He was much more handsome than He Qian. He was particularly in line with the sister-party aesthetic. His slender eyebrows had a bit of a bad boy's ruffianism in his eyes.
The more he looked, the more familiar he looked. Yang Yuran thought about it carefully and figured out the number. The two had met outside the dance hall before. The boy seemed to be named Fan Sirui, and he was the lead singer of the second team of Jiade Seed Group.
Zhou Yuanyuan put one hand on her forehead and reminded her irritably and helplessly: "Fan Sirui, you are in the wrong place. You have a physical education class in the afternoon, and the classroom is on the fifth floor."
Fan Sirui remained unmoved and had no intention of moving away. His fingers carelessly flicked the electric calendar on Zhou Yuanyuan's desk.
With the unified frequency dialing, the confidence that shone brighter than the stars on his face disappeared, and he muttered in a low voice.
"Xiao Zhou is always partial. I thought the promise you made to me was sincere, but you were lying to me. If you don't expect something good from me, He Qian will take the lead."
As soon as Sister Lin complained about her excessive performance, Zhou Yuanyuan's face changed. She was afraid that Fan Sirui would say more and waved her away: "Stop making trouble, go to training quickly."
"Hey, you obviously said that you are most optimistic about me, and you promised to support me to the position of the first brother of Jiade. Sure enough, beautiful women are good at changing their hearts." Fan Sirui pinched the red rose in the vase with two fingers, pulled off the petals one by one, and read.
The metaphysics that infatuated children always rely on.
Yang Yuran was a little full after eating melon, so she secretly touched her best friend's leg with her foot, and asked in a low voice: "A little puppy raised outside?"
Zhou Yuanyuan felt dizzy, covered her face with her hands, and begged for mercy: "Don't make trouble anymore, it's just a drunken gaffe."
Zhou Yuanyuan is a well-established entertainment company run by the Zhou family. Even though Zhou Yuanyuan has never eaten pork since she was a child, she has seen a lot of pigs running away. For important training targets, her position cannot show obvious favoritism, at least she must be on the right side.
The disagreement between Fan Sirui and team leader Li Bei had already spread throughout the company, and Zhou's father did not dissuade him. Firstly, it could stimulate the two people's desire for performance and fighting spirit. Secondly, in the information age, no one can predict who the goddess of luck will favor tomorrow, so
There is no need to decide on the chosen one in advance.
"As expected, I don't love you. I know it. When the contract expires next year, I will leave immediately."
Fan Sirui spoke harshly, stood up and walked quickly. He threw the remaining three petals of the bright red rose into the trash can along with the branches. It was obvious that he was seriously injured and no longer cared about the good results shown by the petals.
"Of course I care about you. We are discussing the new group. It has nothing to do with you. Just go to training and don't worry. I guarantee that you will be the global spokesperson of the G family in the second half of the year."
Zhou Yuanyuan controlled the electronic door to close in advance, so she had the confidence to make a practical promise.
Fan Sirui paused, returned to his desk, leaned over and carefully picked out the roses from the trash can, pulled out the thorns, and placed them between Zhou Yuanyuan's ears and temples as if they were treasures.
He gently pinched Zhou Yuanyuan's chin with one hand, kept a breath of distance at the extreme level of ambiguity, and expressed his true intentions fondly.
"It doesn't matter whether I want to be the spokesperson of the G family. I don't need the money, so I can give it to the poor boy Li Bei. I want to play with the new group. Mr. Xiao Zhou loves me so much, so he shouldn't refuse, right?"
Zhou Yuanyuan pressed her right eyelid that was beating wildly and adopted a delaying strategy: "I will discuss it with the core members and give you an answer tomorrow."
"It's a group change notification, not a reply."
Fan Sirui corrected Zhou Yuanyuan's wording, raised his hand as if to hit his heart, and said goodbye to Yang Yuran: "Beautiful sister, let's see you tomorrow."
Yang Yuran waved her hand, and when Fan Sirui completely left Zhou Yuanyuan's office, she half-jokingly asked the sad people around her.
"It's so rare that Miss Zhou can be so patient with someone, and let a little boy take control of her. Could it be that he has something in his hands?"
"Don't make fun of me. He is the youngest son of the Fan family. My father asked me not to offend him. The endorsement of the G family depends on the face of the old man of the Fan family. He said don't make it easy. In fact, he can't run away at all. The G family has already designated
Let him take over. Look at how big and small the company's news can't be hidden from him. His way of winning over people's hearts is more direct than mine."
Zhou Yuanyuan was extremely depressed. She really wanted to rub her face to remove the mask of pain, but considering the delicate makeup, she had no choice but to endure it.
Yang Yuran instantly understood that the Fan family was the largest steel giant in the country, and his family would pay for any projects. Fan Sirui himself was good-looking, and his family had abundant funds, so it was no wonder that he had strong confidence.
The knock on the door came again, Zhou Yuanyuan adjusted her expression and approved the application.
Finally, the two best friends came to see the real master. He Qian lived up to Zhou Yuanyuan's negative expectations and entered with a cold face.
After Lin Zitong said hello to her best friend, she nodded and left with a smile. Before leaving, she poked He Qian on the back as a hint.
He Qian still ignored them, clasped his hands behind his back, and looked past the two of them with his eyes above his head, stopping on the old mahogany bookcase.
Zhou Yuanyuan set her sights on Yang Yuran and simply said, "I'll call you here. It depends on your ability whether you can take him down."
Yang Yuran helped Zhou Yuanyuan pick off the somewhat 'bullying' roses, held her cute little round face in her hands, kissed her on the right cheek, and said sweetly: "Thank you for my wonderful Yuanyuan."
Zhou Yuanyuan couldn't bear the gentle offensive. She was just about to help Yang Yuran give He Qian a few words of instruction when she heard Yang Yuran say something as shocking as spring thunder.
"Heqian, you should want to leave here. I'll help you pay the liquidated damages."
He Qian's pupils trembled violently twice, but he did not maintain his rigid and cold expression, and looked at the woman who spoke in surprise.
You can see that the woman has long, slightly curly silver-purple hair, which is incompatible with the office that is full of copper smell. It should be said that it does not match this real society at all, and the overall style is too dreamy.
Looking at the woman, He Qian actually began to believe in a mythical story about King Zhou and Daji. It turned out that there really were such charming faces in the world.
Zhou Yuanyuan was the first to wake up and shouted: "Don't listen to her nonsense!"
He Qian turned away and responded with a self-deprecating cold voice: "You know, in the eyes of you rich people, I am just like a toy, you just use me for fun. Don't worry, I am self-aware."
