Fake show is real: Wrong Love Bo Liang Chief

Xu Ruanxiu picked up the cigarette on the side of the ashtray and took a few puffs, staring at the floor-to-ceiling windows outside. After a while, he regained his senses and simply breathed out the cigarette. He frowned and thought for a while before speaking. up.

"Ji Li, I have received news from above that this time the matter is not simple, it is even premeditated and planned."

Xu Tengxiu thought for a while, stood up on his legs, went to the safe next to the desk and squatted down, turned the combination lock back and forth a few times, the safe opened with a click, and he took out a file bag from it.

"This is what Ye Xi asked me to give to you. He said that someone took this bag of photos and videos directly to Zhong>

Xu Tengxiu patted Wen Jili on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "I haven't read this bag of documents, but Ye Xi said that if this bag of documents is really handed in to Ji>

Wen Jili picked up the bag of Wenjia and squeezed it in his hands. It was full of weight, his brows furrowed even deeper, and his whole figure seemed to be shrouded in a shadow, very gloomy.

"Ye Xi told you on my behalf that this matter is the only thing he can help you with. If there is anything else, he can't help you any more. He has violated the party by taking away the materials without permission.>

"Thank him for me. If he needs to use Wen Jili in the future, I won't evade it at the beginning!" Wen Jili said in a deep voice, sitting there with a cold face, lost in thought.

He used to be in the Ministry>

Sitting in the office, approving policies one by one>

In such a limelight, but also for him, privately>

He sighed, pinched his forehead, two elegant brows raised, forming a deep crease in the middle, he stood up, "I'll wash my face first."

This matter should have annoyed Wen Jili to a certain extent, Wen Sanshao, who is usually very handsome, didn't even wipe his face, and wet water dripped out of his face.

Xu Ruoxiu went to the cubicle and took out a towel and threw it to Wen Jili, "Wipe it off."

Wen Jili took it, and sat heavily on the leather sofa, and immediately spread the whole towel on his face, motionless, his posture was extremely tired.

Xu Ruanxiu didn't say a word, he sat back in the huge swivel chair in front of his desk, started his work, and drew out the signature pen >

"Ah Jing is also responsible for how quickly this matter happened. I heard that when the matter happened, she was absent from the international music exchange meeting. She asked Qin Haotian for help, and ran all over the business and political circles. At the price of investing in City B, the Qin family agreed to suppress the matter, otherwise, they would have been blown up as much as they can by the exaggerated media."

Wen Jili's movement of tearing off the towel off his face paused for a moment. When the towel was torn off, the expression on his face changed unpredictably. Immediately sighed in a low voice.

Like nostalgia, like sigh, like affectionate, like helpless.