The group pet is three and a half years old: don't delay my mother's exam to Tsinghua Univ

Chapter 1153 The Director's Nightmare Begins
For a time, public opinion was rampant.

A small number of sober netizens felt that Wen Qingtian was fine, and they were also sprayed by the navy to shut down the wheat.

At night, the fat-headed and big-eared director hugged the little model in his arms, lazily browsing the public opinion on the Internet, and was very satisfied.The goal has been achieved, Wen Qingtian has been completely ruined by public opinion.

The director dug out the phone's address book and sent a message to the boss of Shinhwa Media, Fu Jun's father: [Boss Fu, Wen Qingtian has been expelled according to your request. 】

The boss replied him with one word: [OK].

The director is satisfied, with the boss as his backer, few people in the entire entertainment circle dare to mess with him!
The director found Wen Qingtian's mobile phone number in the address book and dialed the number.After a while, the mobile phone was connected, and the director was complacent: "It's me, have you seen the public opinion on the Internet? Let me tell you, this is my ability. I can praise you to the altar, or I can kick you Step into the dirt!"

The little Chinese doctor who was woken up in his sleep barely opened his eyes and looked at the caller ID of his mobile phone.

Randomly blocked the director's number.

Fall back and continue to sleep soundly.

director:.
I was caught off guard and hung up the phone. I called again, but couldn't get through.

The director was still in a dazed state, sitting in the back seat in panic, and asked the bodyguards on the left and right in a low voice: "Is it Mr. Fu from Shinhwa Media who wants to see me?"

A stream of cold sweat dripped down the director's forehead in an instant. He was quite self-aware. Even though he was "calling the wind and calling the rain" in the entertainment industry, compared with Mr. Fu, he was just a humble ant on the ground and mud that couldn't get on the table.

The director was dumbfounded. Was he brought to the head of the Fu family?

The director felt a little uneasy.

"The Patriarch and the old Patriarch want to see you." The bodyguard said coldly.

At this time, the door of the hotel room knocked, and the assistant's voice came from outside the room: "Director Wang, someone from the Fu family is here and wants to see you."

After about two hours, the car stopped, and the grim-looking bodyguard dragged the director out of the car.In the deep night, the director faintly saw the outline of the luxurious castle, and the huge phoenix totem was shining brightly in the dark night.

The phoenix totem is the symbol of the Fu family.

The director was so angry that his teeth were itching, it seemed that Wen Qingtian would not give up if he didn't hit the south wall!The director's eyeballs rolled around, and vicious ideas popped up in his mind one after another.

Assistant: "I don't know."

When the director heard about the Fu family, he sat up from the bed and pushed away the little model who was sleeping next to him: "The Fu family? Is it Mr. Fu?"

The director didn't dare to delay, got out of bed in a hurry, dressed in a hurry and went out.At the downstairs entrance of the hotel, a black-painted car was parked. Two bodyguards in black grabbed the director's arm and escorted him into the car.

The bodyguard said indifferently: "You will know when you go."

Regarding Wen Qingtian's matter, he did a good job, maybe the boss wants to thank him in person.

He guessed that the boss of Shinhwa Media wanted to see him, maybe it was because of Wen Qingtian.Thinking of this, the director felt a little relieved.

How can a small person be qualified to be interviewed by the two Patriarchs?

He looked at the tall and stretching castle not far away. The castle seemed to be a monster crawling in the dark night. The gloomy tomb was about to swallow him up.

The director walked nervously into the Fu's castle, sweating a lot along the way, and was taken out of a room in a daze.

At the door of the room, there was a cute little boy in a small suit. The little boy tilted his head, his eyes were bright and cunning: "Grandpa Butler, is this the scoundrel who scolded Tianbao and Grandpa Fu?"

(End of this chapter)