Mr. Song, ask for a thigh

Chapter 177 The mastermind behind
Yu Xizhu was also dumbfounded when the word tertiary film came out of Song Huaijin's mouth.

She clearly told Annan that all she wanted to do was to intimidate Qian Mengmeng and then slap her in the face. She never said that she wanted to make such an obscene pornographic film.

However, Chen Ningfan's angry rhetorical question made her focus on picking herself out while being shocked, ignoring the most crucial thing.

"Is it you? You hate her for robbing Mr. Song, and you keep saying that she took the bus. It wasn't your idea."

"Obviously you called me to get involved! Yu Xizhu, you're spitting blood!"

The two of them talked to each other, and quarreled in front of Song Huaijin, and even developed to the point where they tore each other regardless of their image.

Seeing that scene, the corners of Pei Hang's mouth twitched a little.

Song Huaijin's face was sullen, and she saw their ugly appearance in her eyes.

Lifting his eyelids, he stood up, gave Pei Hang a look, and left the detention room without looking back.

Chen Ningfan and Yu Xizhu, who were still arguing at first, rushed over after seeing each other, and shouted in unison, "Mr. Song, I poked it. I didn't mean it. Please forgive me!"

However, under Pei Hang's arms, they were finally stopped by the police.

Coming out of the bureau, Pei Hang asked Song Huaijin in a low voice, "President Song, do you think there are other people besides them?"

Sitting in the back seat of the car, Song Huaijin stared deeply, "I don't know, I just have a feeling that this is not an easy matter."

Hearing this, Pei Hang thought for a while and replied, "I'll check again."

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At the same time, Xu Zhe raised his eyebrows after Wu Yanmo said a few words in his ear.

Raising his hand, he signaled that the director of the sales department who had just reported to him could step down.

The sales director was scolded a second ago, but now he was unexpectedly pardoned. He was only surprised for half a second, and then left Xu Zhe's office in a hurry.

The moment the door closed, Xu Zhe raised his eyes and asked Wu Yan, "Did Annan show his feet?"

Standing beside him, Wu Yan replied with a low eyebrow, "Mr. Xu, don't worry, Annan has been by Xizhu's side for several years, and she would never think that he is one of us."

"Oh." Wu Yan sneered and looked out the window, "I'm not worried about her."

"You mean Song Xian... Song Huaijin?"

Xu Zhe suppressed his smile and didn't answer.

He stood up from the leather office chair, put his hands behind his back and walked to the French window.

Looking down at the stretches of high-rise buildings under his feet, as well as the traffic arteries passing through them and the traffic on them, Xu Zhe raised the corners of his lips, "Even if he knows, what can he do to me?"

Wu Yan's heart skipped a beat, and he shut his mouth tactfully.

After a while, Xu Zhe sneered again, "That trash Annan can't do things well with the help of Dongfeng."

"President Xu, what do you mean..."

"Let him shut up forever in the future."

Wu Yan's eyes flickered, and finally he could only nod silently, "Okay, Mr. Xu."

After the words were finished, he saw Xu Zhe waved his hand lightly, telling him to back off.

After Wu Yan stepped back, Xu Zhe raised his hand and pulled the tie around his neck, "Cute Mengmeng, you're lucky, huh?"

"Next time, can you still run away?" The corners of his lips curled up, his eyes were as cold as ice, but with a strong evil spirit, "It's mine, even if it's just a rag, it's mine. "

(End of this chapter)