Don’t Make Trouble, Mr. Bo!

Shen Fanxing's eyes narrowed slightly when she heard the voices of disapproval in a conference room.

"I can make Xingchen International the scale it is now, and I can make it even better! I can joke about anything, but I can't risk it."

After saying that, she stood up, glanced at everyone indifferently, turned and walked out of the conference room.

And because of Shen Fanxing's last words, the entire conference room gradually became quiet.

Although the meeting is over, it is a big thing to suddenly change the way the company operates.

Shen Fanxing has too many things to do, and the list companies of star artists can still be picked up, but on the other hand, she needs long-term cooperation artists.

Because of Shen Fanxing's decision, various departments of the company were unacceptable for a while, the company's business scope was reduced, and some previous departments were directly cancelled.

The lobby on the first floor of the company is now full of employees, and they are not sure what will Shen Fanxing do next? They are anxiously waiting for arrangements.

At this moment, outside the Xingchen International Building, a van slowly stopped.

The two security guards outside the door frowned and stared at the car defensively, touching the electric baton on their waist from time to time.

No wonder the security guard was so vigilant, because it has been about ten minutes since the car stopped, and no one has gotten out of the car.

Moreover, part of the rear compartment of the car is a square and sealed compartment, which does not look like a car that does a good job. (??)

After another five minutes, the door of the van was opened, and someone stepped out of the car.

The two security guards looked at the man's appearance, in suits and leather shoes, showing a talent.

Well, but that doesn't mean he's a good guy.

His vigilance was still not completely let go, and he continued to stare at the man.

Then, the expressions on their faces became more and more bizarre.

Not only them, but even the passers-by walking in the courtyard of the building couldn't help but stop.

"I'm here to find you, President Shen."

Yu Song was successfully stopped outside the building by two security guards, and he explained to the two security guards with a straight face.

The two security guards frowned, one holding an electric baton in one hand, with obvious intentions.

Don't let in!

Yu Song closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then took out his mobile phone and called Shen Fanxing directly.

The phone was connected for a long time, and Shen Fanxing responded with a word.

"Um?"

"Miss Shen, I'm Yu Song, I have something to do with you..."

Shen Fanxing frowned, "Then come in."

"Did you hear? Let me in."

Yu released the speakerphone, so the two security guards could hear it clearly.

Putting away the electric baton, the two of them made way for Yu Song.

But the eyes are still very strange.

The noisy hall gradually quieted down, and everyone looked towards Yu Song.

"Yeah, so cute!"

"Well, the eyelashes are so long and the eyes are so big..."

"That face is so cute, ah, isn't it smiling?"

"It's so fun to chew something, and you're still wearing clothes..."

"Furry, Mo Yi Mo Yi, ah ah ah, so cute..."

Several women in the crowd couldn't help but whisper, and some jumped up on the spot excitedly.

The love is on full display!

Yu Song gritted his back molars hard and walked through the crowd step by step.

God knows how long he has been mentally preparing to convince himself to get out of the car.

God knows how he is feeling now!

God knows how much he wants to know what Mr.

What kind of errands are you picking up every day?

The grass in his hand was pulled by a force, and Yu Song looked forward to the so-and-so with his neck erect, his head held high, and a leisurely, unrestrained and unrestrained so-and-so.

He couldn't help covering his face with his hands.

What a shame!

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