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

Chapter 347: Are you really being stupid?
Gu Nanci's face was expressionless. In the long silence, it was not difficult to feel some silent but loud "Are you kidding me?"
Mr. Yuan nodded solemnly and affirmatively to this expression.

Finally, amid the deafening resentment, he hung up the phone first.

When he was about to die, he greeted him sincerely:
"I've sent you some bodyguards. The meeting will be soon. During this period, you must protect yourself from getting hurt again."

Gu Nanci:... Damn.

It sounds like I really want it...

She is obviously the victim!

Originally it was just an internal conflict in the entertainment industry.

All of a sudden, it escalated into a competition among the forces behind the royal family.

The scene is very magical.

Here, Gu Nanci was forced by Mr. Yuan to put the food on the shelves, and changed from a friendly reminder to a direct meal at the door.

Over there, a certain powerful person could even find Feng Yan who was ordered by the Xilai royal family.

He is not covering the sky with one hand as it seems from the outside, and he smiles happily when the queen covers him.

Instead, his face turned livid, depressed and angry.

He thought it was just a simple matter of fishing someone out, and he didn't know how many times he had done the same thing.

Who knows.

He actually hit such a big wall. In all his years of life, he had never experienced such a shame and humiliation.

First, he was severely lectured by a young police officer. He opened his mouth and kept asking questions, as if he not only refused to let the person go, but also wanted to get him in himself.

Can this be tolerated?
It became very popular immediately.

Feng Yan has gotten to this point over the years and has only accumulated a lot of contacts.

However, no matter how much it was, once I heard that they were from the inspection team, especially from Donglai, I just waved my hands and said it was useless.

——Donglai is the territory of His Highness, so going there in such a arrogant manner is almost as serious as a prison robbery.

Don't you think your head is falling off fast enough?
However, Feng Yan didn't even have time to care about this.

He encountered a bigger dilemma.

When Shao Yang came to wait on him, he heard porcelain and handicrafts being broken all over the floor before he entered the door.

The servants were all trembling with fear. The two generals Hua Shirt and the Mage, who had not seen each other for a long time, stood opposite, lowering their heads and not knowing what they were talking about.

But it was obvious that they wouldn't be good words, and they would probably be facing Feng Yan's anger.

"Is this how you do things? How can two people, with such a large group of brothers, be tricked by others?"

These two people have been with Feng Yan for a long time, and they usually handle all kinds of dirty things that are difficult for him to do.

Because of this, he knew a lot of Feng Yan's dirty secrets - this is why Feng Yan would rather agree to the queen's condition of sending a lion to redeem the two of them.

Such people should either not be discovered or simply die.

Otherwise, just shake it off and get it on yourself.

That would be an unimaginable consequence.

Feng Yan was scolded bloody.

Wolong Hua Shi stood silently without saying a word, while Master Fengchu's expression showed complex fluctuations of gratitude, doubt, and other mixed emotions.

Listening quietly to Feng Yan's anger.

By coincidence, Shaoyang happened to bump into this scene.

Pause.

Looking inside blankly.

Then he was hit by a flying vase.

There was a clang, stars appeared in his eyes, blood gurgled on his head, and porcelain pieces were broken all over the ground.

I almost fell down.

Feng Yan felt annoyed at first, but after seeing who he hit clearly, he froze in place again.

I don’t know whether it was because I got stupid while stepping on the sewing machine or something else, but since I came back, I haven’t spoken to my former boss, looking like a dull flower shirt.At this moment, it was as if he had just woken up from a big dream. His expression flashed, and he moved quickly. He used his long arms to catch Shaoyang, who was almost face-first into pieces.

Shaoyang gradually recovered from the darkness in front of his eyes.

Seeing clearly where he almost fell, his face turned pale with fright, and he couldn't form a complete sentence intermittently, "Thank you... thank you..."

The floral shirt is also a lag.

It seemed like he just realized what he had done.

Momo let go of his hand and looked up complexly, his expression even duller.

The mage who was in a better condition on the side had his eyelids twitching and looked at this old colleague: ...if he stayed for more than a week longer than him, he wouldn't be really stupid, would he?

hiss……

Why do I feel like my brain is numb!

I was shocked by the state of the previous victim, and thinking about myself, I just felt like watching the tragic ending of the same kind who was at the front of the slaughterhouse.

Then I thought of the dark days I spent in that ghost place.

... If this isn’t crazy, who are they?

Who is a good person who goes to bed at ten and gets up at six, isolating himself from the world and working on a sewing machine for eight hours, and also learns ideological education and writes [-] words?

What a humiliation and torture this is for a social man whose cold-blooded cruelty is engraved in his bones! ! !

Even though it had only been less than a week since he was sent there, he felt that he had deteriorated from the inside out.

The former carefree and carefree social leader has gone forever, and he has even become dissatisfied with his previous life.

like now.

Although others were standing here, listening to his boss angrily scolding his unlucky subordinate who had to come forward to ask for a favor to rescue him.

In fact, his mind wandered to nowhere - at eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, at this time a day ago, he had already covered himself with a quilt and slept peacefully behind the bars.

...However, now I am back to being a social servant, listening to my boss’s training.

Oh, by the way, I just made a good friendship with an embroidery guy yesterday, and I happily promised to learn a beautiful ethnic embroidery technique from him...

knock!
Embroider shit! ! !
...It was really aggravated.

Brother Mage shook his head hard, suppressing the strange regret in his mind, and gave himself two big slaps in his heart.

He smokes, drinks, buys cars, and beauties. This is the destiny of a chic and social man.

The embroidery is so damn good!

I didn’t know that the subordinates I had worked so hard to get back had such inner activities.

Otherwise, Feng Yan would definitely be so angry that his blood pressure would rise to the sky on the spot.

When he reacted, he almost hit someone.

In normal times, he would just fight. But in his position, he had resorted to many cruel methods, let alone beatings.

However, looking at Shaoyang's pale face, biting red lips, and face that was already very good-looking compared to others, he looked unruly, but he had to lower his head in front of him, docile and well-behaved.

No one can resist this thrill of conquest.

The favor he received these days was not fake, and Feng Yan immediately softened a bit.

He stood up, approached quickly, comforted the frightened Shao Yang for a few words, and then called his servants to take Shao Yang out.

When he came in again, he glanced at Qian Junyi and pulled Shaoyang's floral shirt. Feng Yan paused, his displeasure dissipated.
“The response was very quick and the work was well done.”

Normally, I would find that on the way down the stairs, the flowered shirt would definitely take advantage of the situation. He would say a bunch of nice words in a smooth tongue and make Feng Yan happy, so the matter would be ignored for the time being.

Being able to follow Feng Yan from nothing to the position of his right-hand man now.

It is impossible to rely solely on ruthlessness.

However, Flower Shirt, who usually thinks very fast, did not respond at this moment.

He raised his eyes with complicated eyes, stared at Feng Yan for a few seconds, and then lowered his eyes.

Not a word.

(End of this chapter)