I'm in the modeling circle

Chapter 122 Rumored Boyfriend ([-])

The situation on Weibo was quickly reversed. Not many people were discussing whether Mu Sheng was gay anymore, but who was Mu Sheng's rumored boyfriend?

Call me Her Majesty the Queen: I feel like a model. With my height and long legs, I can't justify being a model.

Jia Mu: But there are not many Chinese male models developed in France. This little brother is so handsome, it is impossible for us not to know!
Stand still for the past nine years: I have already built a CP group, the group number is 442060939~CP fan camp!

Nie Qing looked at the wind direction on Weibo, and transferred the fee to the leader of the navy with satisfaction, but according to the information obtained this time, this incident should be caused by that woman Ji Qingqing!

As for how to repay her?Nie Qing held his chin and thought for a while, and soon, his red lips parted slightly, "Thought about it." He said softly, with a bit of malicious intentions.

Carl, who just turned his head to see this scene, felt his heart beat faster again. Why is this little wild cat smiling so provocatively?

My little heart can hardly take it anymore!Carl secretly clutched his chest, staring blankly at Nie Qing.

When Nie Qing turned his head to look, he saw Karl clutching his heart like a sickly girl, looking at him stupidly.

Nie Qing frowned, and it was rare for him to ask about his colleague, "What's wrong with you?"

"Ah, are you concerned about me?" Carl came back to his senses, and was a little elated when he heard this sentence.

Nie Qing looked at Karl who was smirking, and felt that his first impression of him was about to collapse. The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Just pretend I didn't say that."

As he spoke, he picked up his mobile phone and walked to a conference room aside, sat in an empty conference room, and made a mysterious call.

In China, the meeting room of "Banana Daily" is still lit, and there are seven or eight people sitting in it, including Zhang Dongshui, sitting next to the chairman.

Sitting on the chair was Huang Duojin, the boss of Banana Daily, "Dongshui, you did a great job this time! I'll give you a raise tomorrow!"

Zhang Dongshui pushed his glasses, smiled and said, "It's just my job, not as good as the editor-in-chief."

The content of the speech is very humble, but the tone is somewhat arrogant and contemptuous of someone.

The editor-in-chief Chen Wenhe sitting across from him looked over 50 years old, with neatly combed silver hair, wearing a pair of black-rimmed presbyopic glasses, and wearing a Chinese tunic suit, giving him the air of a literati.

At this moment, there was a bit of worry and anxiety on his face. Chen Wenhe looked at the contents of today's newspaper, the eye-catching headlines, and the highly instructive content, and couldn't help frowning.

"Dong Shui, aren't you afraid that your superiors will find you when you write like this?"

"Hahahahaha, editor-in-chief, what kind of newspaper are we? Entertainment news newspaper! Everyone knows that entertainment news can't be trusted. It's impossible for the higher-ups to come to you because of this kind of thing!"

"That's right, Wen He, you're still too timid!" Huang Duojin echoed from the side.

Hearing what these two people said, Chen Wenhe secretly sighed in his heart, there was nothing he could do now.

Huang Duojin looked at the people on the left and right, and thought of today's sales volume, he couldn't help sighing, Dongshui would write it, if it was for Chen Wenhe, he probably wouldn't be able to write this kind of news.

How about letting Chen Wenhe retire early and give Zhang Dongshui a promotion?Huang Duojin rubbed his chin and squinted his eyes to think.

Suddenly, the door of the meeting room was knocked heavily.

"dong dong dong"

Huang Duojin's train of thought was interrupted, he felt unhappy, and shouted loudly, "Who, didn't you say that you are not allowed to come and disturb the meeting?"

"No, boss, there are police!"

　I don’t know what to name, so I can only name the boss in a more down-to-earth way. Don’t complain about me, I have a friend who is a writer and named the male partner “Wang Er”!
　　PS: The group number is real, but it's just a small group of book friends!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)