After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Chapter 186 Do you want the grass on the grave to grow to two meters high next year!
assistant:"……"

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Cui Bin: "..."

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Fu Zhijin was silent for a second.

He looked at Gu Nanci's little face that was flushed from coughing.

Suddenly understanding something, he looked at the half of the cigarette he had just crushed.

Fu Zhijin: "..."

there.

Seeing Gu Nanci's bold and rude words, Cui Bin's heart almost jumped out.

Fu Zhijin, that is an existence that the entire Jizhou is afraid of.

Let alone him, even if his father came over, he would respectfully address him as Master Fu.

Especially in the past two years, when he abdicated from the front and officially inherited the Fu family, his status has jumped up, which no one can match.

at the moment.

a star.

Actually!Dare to dislike it!This man? ? ?

Cui Bin shuddered as countless rumored scenes of evil spirits flashed through his mind.

... What the hell, I really don't know how to die!
Knowing that Gu Nanci is unintentional, not to mention that this is an artist he is optimistic about, and he also pointed out that if he becomes popular in the future, he can revive tst!
Cui Bin immediately walked forward, and just now gave Zhang Cheng and others a look to signal to leave, and now he directly guarded in front of Gu Nanci.

He walked in a hurry, and even staggered a step, almost kneeling and saluting.

Swallowed, wanting to please.

But seeing that Fu Zhijin, who had stopped in place, was not as angry as imagined.

Instead, he stretched the five fingers that touched Gu Nanci just now, froze for a few seconds, and then took a step back.

Aggrieved and helpless.

Cui Bin: "???"

More doubtful things in life appeared.

I saw the cold and indifferent man in my memory.

Gu Nanci was not unhappy when he was choked by the smell of smoke and showed disgust on his face.

But the second he saw him, the cold air came out of his bottomless eyes.

Cui Bin: "..."

……really!
This is angry!
The alarm bell is mastering.

Cui Bin bit the bullet, his protective posture became more obvious, he stopped lightly with both hands, and got closer to Gu Nanci behind him.

Facing the overwhelming momentum, he stammered:

"Fu...Master Fu...this kid is just...drunk...when he wakes up, I'll tell him that he definitely didn't offend you—"

Hearing the word drunk, Fu Zhijin was stunned for a flash.

However, before Cui Bin's explanation was finished.

The party spoke again.

Because of being drunk, the ending was prolonged, and the already mellow ending of the voice sounded more sticky, almost like being coquettish.

In fact, it was like adding fuel to the fire, saying even more tiger-plucking words.

Gu Nanci frowned, his eyelids were heavy and half closed, and he muttered impatiently:
"Cough...cough cough...choked to death...can you go!"

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Little ancestor, can you say a few words less!
Do you want the grass on the grave head to grow to two meters high next year! ! !
Cui Bin froze for a second, his eyes flashed the despair of being unloved, ready to help the unconscious son explain without tears.

Who knows.

Suddenly, a deep and mellow voice sounded.

Fu Zhijin interrupted Cui Bin who was about to speak, and said in a deep voice:

"Put away the broken glass, the ashtray, and the remaining bottles."

Upon hearing the order, the assistant on the side reacted quickly and cleaned up the mess neatly.

Immediately afterwards, Fu Zhijin looked at Gu Nanci with a distressed expression, lowered his eyes, and took a few steps back.

Lifting, seemingly puzzled why the two are still here, reminded coldly:

"Didn't Mr. Cui want to bring him a message?"

assistant:"……"

He seemed to see a few large characters: Hurry up, don't get in the way here.

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhijin glanced at the window not far away.

Just as she was about to go over to open the window, she suddenly turned her head when she thought of something, subconsciously stroked her clothes, paused for a second, but then put her hands down again.

Instead, he said: "Put some clothes on him, go out and close the door."

Cui Bin: "..."

...What the hell is this weird situation! ! !
Dumbfounded, he watched Fu Zhijin open the window.

The tall figure was cast a long shadow by the mottled moonlight outside the window.

A majestic Patriarch of Jizhou.

At this moment.

Standing quietly at the corner of the window, it seems that there is a posture of letting the wind blow.

Cui Bin: "!!!"

He doesn't understand.

He cracked.

The assistant brother who came with him was also shocked.

but.

Compared to Cui Bin who stayed in place.

After following for a long time, he obviously showed excellent receiver ability.

Just stayed for a moment, and soon returned to normal.

Calmly followed the instructions, swept around the room and found a clean blanket from the cabinet, and covered Gu Nanci neatly.

Then he turned around and locked his eyes on Cui Bin.

Pulling Cui Bin's arm, he dragged him out, and then gently closed the door, as if he was afraid of disturbing Gu Nanci who was sleeping inside.

The room returned to silence.

Only the sound of advertising on the big screen TV is left.

Also, the sound of sleeping breathing that is so light that it is almost inaudible.

The night wind blew past with a hint of coolness.

Fu Zhijin stood quietly, looking at Gu Nanci who was sleeping on his stomach, his frosty face gradually melted, his eyes became softer and softer, and even a slight smile appeared at the tip of his eyes.

From time to time, the wind outside the window is strong.

The blown hair flew up, and bursts of coldness spread. Unknowingly, the temperature of Fu Zhijin's fingers dropped a little bit, and finally they were like ice cubes.

It didn't mean to move at all.

Just like that quietly, silently, across this distance, looking at the dreaming face.

It seems that you can stand like this for a lifetime.

Even in the small but disturbing commercial sound, he could accurately distinguish the faint breathing sound.

Very weak, like a kitten less than a month old, the kind that is still sick and chirping.

It is too thin, and it is still a small one when it is lying on its stomach.

Suddenly, dense distress began to spread in Fu Zhijin's heart.

Sudden.

He looked up.

Accurately captured the moment when Gu Nanci's voice appeared on the LCD screen.

Ad ended.

The second half of the first period began to air.

[ten o'clock in the morning]
[dik idol club meeting room]
What came into view was a dilapidated long table.

The paint on the tabletop was peeling off, and the chairs were small boxy benches, not even a standard office chair.

But it is very equal.

Several middle-aged men who looked like leaders were also this small bench.

The nine young and handsome artists sat in the same row.

Several leaders sat across from each other.

On the left is an elegant and thin man in a suit and leather shoes.

Below are a few words:
[firebomb general manager and PR: Xi Ruqian]
The man in the middle has a rich face and a fat and round body. He looks very kind and easy-going.
[Firebomb Executive Manager and Idol Department Director: Qian Yueliu]
The one on the right is an old acquaintance, but anyone who has watched a few drafts can call it out.

[fire debut battle chief director: Fu Zhi]
The one on the far right is a woman in her thirties, with short hair reaching her ears, her arms folded, and her eyes sharp.

[Firebomb styling director: Ji Que. ]
The man sitting next to Xi Ruqian on the far left looked young and dressed neatly. If it wasn't for the difference in appearance, sitting in the opposite row of artists would not be a violation of harmony.

[Firebomb Assistant Manager: Lin Qi. ]
(End of this chapter)