Fast Travel: Crazy Criticism of the Little Ancestor, She Always Wants to Cry the Big Brother

"Is it funny?"

The familiar voice frightened Chen Lin so much that he lost his grip on his phone and dropped it directly on his foot.

He didn't dare to say anything, silently picked up the phone, lowered his head and pursed his lips, pretending to know he was wrong.

Shen Yanzhou's eyes glanced at the mobile phone in his hand, and he paused for a moment. His eyes were like a dark night, full of mist, and filled with a terrifying coldness.

Chen Lin's scalp went numb when he looked at him, and his head dropped lower, "Mr. Shen, I was wrong. I shouldn't have checked my phone during my break."

A muffled laugh sounded above the head, sounding particularly gloomy and penetrating: "So, I'm being unkind."

"No, no, Mr. Shen..." Chen Lin almost wanted to slap himself in the mouth.

Mr. Shen gives him an annual salary of one million every year, so how can he have time to rest?

It's just that he doesn't understand. Although Mr. Shen had a cold impression on him before, his tone had never been as gloomy and uncertain as today.

What's going on?
Before Chen Lin could figure it out, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Mr. Shen, Miss Cen is looking for you. I have arranged for her to sit in the lounge. Do you have time to see her now?"

It was the secretary's voice.

Shen Yanzhou left.

Chen Lin was relieved.

In the lounge, Cen Jing was wearing a gentle white dress, standing delicately and delicately in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the scenery outside.

Her face is gentle and beautiful, and her every frown and smile are intellectual, elegant and charming.

There were footsteps outside. She tucked her hair behind her ears and looked back with a calm and generous smile.

Looking at the person coming, she bent her eyes and called softly: "Inkstone."

Shen Yanzhou frowned slightly: "Call me Mr. Shen."

A flash of uncaptured emotion flashed through Cen Jing's eyes, and she smiled, with no unnatural look on her face: "Mr. Shen."

"Is something wrong?"

"Is grandma feeling better?" A hint of impatience flashed in Shen Yanzhou's eyes, and Cen Jing immediately changed her words: "I mean Mrs. Shen."

"No need to be polite, just get down to business."

Shen Yanzhou sat on the main seat, his tone low and hoarse.

Cen Jing looked at him.

He was wearing a black shirt that was buttoned all the way to the top button. His skin was cold white, his bones were stern, and he had a noble and oppressive look, like the deep winter moon, without a trace of warmth.

For such an inhumane person, it seems that no one can get into his heart.

But if you really walked in, it would definitely hurt to your bones.

Cen Jing smiled in her heart, feeling a little more confident.

"I know a doctor who may be able to cure Mrs. Shen..."

……

"When you meet Director Bai later, introduce yourself honestly and openly. Director Bai doesn't like the newcomer's flattery. Do you understand?"

Sang Yu's current manager is a 30-year-old sister with a bad temper named Sister Duoduo. Although she has a bad temper, she has a good heart and keeps telling Sang Yu to pay attention to things.

Sang Yu listened carefully and followed her all the way to Pan Asia Building.

Director Bai is a well-known director under Pan Asia Film and Television Group. I met him today for a preliminary interview for his new script "Old Friend".

Sang Yu took a look at the magnificently decorated Pan-Asia Building and heard that it was an entertainment company owned by Shen Yanzhou.

I don’t know if I can meet him here.

Just as Sang Yu was thinking about it, the elevator dinged and opened, and she saw Shen Yanzhou and a woman with outstanding temperament walking out.

Shen Yanzhou nodded slightly and listened to the woman's words. Although he didn't know what the woman said, the everlasting coldness in his eyes seemed to have completely melted at this moment, and was even a little softer.

Sang Yu was stunned for a moment, and the next moment, she met his eyes.

(End of this chapter)