Dressed As The Deviant's Boss Beloved

In a short time, CHEN Ye Xian was allergic, and he was brush with hot search.

It's rare for artists to get hurt in the process of program recording, especially in this kind of live program. Combined with the hot marketing number with rhythm and some eye-catching exaggerated words, the fans and passers-by who participated in the discussion reached tens of millions in just one hour. After searching for the entries, there was a spark of "explosion".

"Ding" -- the mobile phone brings news of special concern.

Pang Kai took out a look, ye Xian had an accident in the program?! Is it bad? one's life is uncertain?!

He suddenly became nervous and subconsciously looked into the meeting room. The company's backbone meeting has been held for more than an hour, and the president should not know about it. Would he like to go in and tell the president?

It's not good to disturb the president's meeting because of such private affairs, is it? But the president has always been very concerned about ye Xian. He is very special to Ye Xian. Although he threw Ye Xian's magazine away that day, when he went to pick it up later, he still found that there was no single signed photo of Ye Xian in it... It wasn't the president who took it away. Who else could it be.

Forget it, just go in. It's a big deal.

Pang Kai pushed open the door of the conference room and hurried in. When the company's senior executives saw assistant Pang coming in from the outside, they interrupted the meeting and thought something big had happened. They stared at him nervously.

Pang Kai whispered to Bo tingshen.

As expected, everyone's face changed when they saw the president's eyes.

"Which hospital is he in now?"

"I just called Jiang Wen and said that I was in a private clinic - Boxuan clinic."

As soon as the voice fell, Bo tingshen got up and left the conference room with a flying gait.

"President!" Ponkey ran after him“ CEO! The President... "The senior managers in the meeting room were frightened and got up one after another to look at his back.

hospital? Isn't the chairman's wife all right?

On the unimpeded asphalt road, a Rolls Royce sports car shuttles through the city like a flash. Pang Kai sits in the co pilot, pulling the safety bar in a cold sweat, "chief executive, President, red light..."

"Lying trough, serious illness, uncertain life and death? Which unscrupulous marketing company made this up? Curse me

Ye Xiandian only read a few reports, but she can't go on. She will be angry if she doesn't die.

"Xiaolu, take a picture for me and send it to the Internet to report peace!"

"Brother ye... Are you sure?" Zhou Lu looked at her body covered with white bandages, like the appearance of a mummy rebirth. If you take photos and put them on the Internet, it is estimated that the marketing number's essay will become the rest of the dead and go well all the way.

Ye Xian looked down at himself and said, "what should I do? My brother... My driver said it would take eight hours to remove these things, but after eight hours, I may be "cold" on the Internet

"Or..." Zhou Lu came up with an idea, "brother ye, you can send a voice to report peace."

"This is OK!" Ye Xian cleared his throat and pressed the voice button to report a lot of peace. Finally, in order to reassure the fans, he released a small piece of welfare, saying "Da Hao きだよ, ナナミー" in Zhengtai voice, juvenile voice and youth voice respectively (I like you most, Naisheng)

With that, she edited it into a microblog and sent it.

On one side, Zhou Lu has already incarnated as a little fan sister, looking at her excitedly, "brother ye, are you still a fake voice boss?"