Master Pei, your wife is too cruel

Chapter 275 I want you to brush off a student for me, will you?

In the office, documents were scattered all over the place.

I saw a glistening lump of meat lying on the huge boss's desk, constantly breastfeeding.

Hearing the sound, the man paused first, and then, a terrifying hostility appeared on his face!

He picked up an ashtray at hand and threw it towards the door: "Get out!!!"

The ashtray smashed to pieces on the ground.

Qin Miao was taken aback, but did not flinch.He even took a step forward trembling.

As if he didn't see anything, he put on a cute look: "Brother Jiarui, do you have time? Miao'er has something to tell you."

The man regained his senses and slowly straightened his fat body.

Gu Qiang's eyes, still full of hope and anger, swept towards Qin Miao's face.

He looked at her for a while, and then he revealed an extremely greasy and evil smile.

"What happened?"

Lin Xiafei glanced at the door, and almost vomited out of nausea.

The secretary who committed himself to him knew that the boss didn't want her anymore, so he quickly got up from the desk and calmly picked up the torn clothes on the floor.

Before leaving, he bowed to Qin Miao.

Lin Xiafei looked confused.

"Brother Jia Rui, I, I want you to help me get rid of a student, okay?" Qin Miao blinked her big eyes and looked at Xu Jiarui innocently.

The man made her look so anxious that she felt anxious.

Xu Jiarui touched a cigarette from the table and lit it, took a deep puff, then leaned leisurely on the boss chair and hooked his fingers at Qin Miao.

Qin Miao immediately showed a shy expression, but didn't refuse at all, kicked off the sandals on her feet, and walked towards him barefoot.

Xu Jiarui's wolf-like eyes looked from her bare feet, and the distance was less than 10 meters. He went back and forth and raped Qin Miao countless times.

Just when Qin Miao was about to walk up to him, he suddenly grabbed the man's wrist and hugged him into his arms...

At the same time, the secretary who was on call outside helped him close the office door tacitly.

Lin Xiafei, who watched the whole process, has already petrified...

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Downstairs, the interview hall of less than 20 square meters was divided into two areas.

Instructor area and student area.

There are two high-wattage fill lights on the left and right of the student area, but the instructor area is very dark in comparison.

This one-on-one-dark design is just convenient for the instructor to observe the changes in the facial expressions of the students during the performance.

now.

The four instructors sat in a row with serious expressions, and were conducting intense interviews with the students.

"Do you think your voice in the mid-bass layer can carry a whole team of vocals?"

Xin Yu, a vocal teacher, a senior musician in Huaguo, known as the Queen of the Iron Lung, asked a rather sharp question.

The little girl standing in the middle of the five-person group opposite was obviously stunned by her question, trembling, and replied unconfidently, "Yes, yes."

Xin Yu chased after him and threw out a difficult problem again, "Okay, then let me ask you, if you get a song today that requires high notes, who will be in charge of the high notes? You? Can you?"

The little girl was speechless for a moment.

She is best at the mid-bass layer, and her style is lazy jazz, and the treble is not her strong point.

The teammates of the same team saw that their captain did not answer, and their faces sank.

Xin Yu shook his head, lowered his head to write and draw on the paper.Fu raised his head and said to the other three mentors: "Everyone, I don't agree with their promotion. What about you?"

The other three also shook their heads at the same time.

At this time, the staff turned on the headlights and asked the five practitioners to leave.

After every 10 trainees are interviewed, the instructors can have a short 5-minute break.

This will happen to be the instructor's break.

"Oh, it's really not a job for humans, so tired."

Zhao Gan, the dance instructor, hurriedly stood up from his seat and stretched himself.

At this time, the mobile phone on the instructor's desk suddenly buzzed and vibrated.

Zhao Gan thought it was his own, picked it up and looked at it, and suddenly called out: "Mr. Su Wen, your phone is ringing."

(End of this chapter)