Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Unable to hold back, Song Yi slapped hard on the table, "what do you want to say again?"

Gu Beihua straightened his shirt collar and said indifferently, "it's up to me to ask Director Song, isn't it? Inexplicably, he said what kind of board of directors he wanted to hold, but in the end, he inexplicably said what kind of deputy general manager he wanted to choose. But I don't care. You have to give me a reason, right? What happened? "

"I have just made the reason very clear!" Song Yi's face flushed with anger. "It's not because of your dereliction of duty as the general manager. We can't just watch the former Song family destroyed in your hands."

"Can that be called a reason?" Gu Beihua widened his eyes, slightly raised the corner of his eyes, deliberately made a surprise, "I thought it should be called the criticism meeting."

"You Song Yi's chest is so stuffy that he can hardly breathe.

Gu Beihua sneered, understated and determined to make his final statement, "in a word, I don't agree to choose a deputy general manager. Today's farce ends here. As long as you can live in peace and don't think about something impossible, I can take it as if nothing has happened. What's the matter? You won't stop doing this business, will you? "

Song Yi sneered and his shoulders trembled. "General manager Gu, I'm afraid you're not qualified to say that."

Gu Beihua didn't even raise his eyelids. "I don't have time to fight. Director Song, please listen to what I just said and think about it before you speak."

Song Yi's forehead leaped, his tone raised eight degrees unconsciously, "are you threatening me?"

"Threats are not, at best, just advice."

Seeing the two men quarrel again, song dongrou takes a step forward and pushes Song Yi back.

Gu Beihua took a look at her and didn't mean to let go. "You should go home as soon as possible, and tell me everything in advance in the future. Don't mix in with such farce as today."

Song dongrou stood still and touched the elbow of the other arm with her fingers.

Although she looks ordinary, she is very white. She looks like a spoiled young lady. Snow white arm skin, but with a large brown scar, like a flawless work of art on the left an ugly patch.

It was Gu Beihua who pushed her down when he left in a hurry last time. She knocked her on the ground carelessly.

Up to now, what else is worthy of nostalgia?

Song dongrou gave a wry smile, with a cold and poisonous color in her gentle eyes.

After a pause, Gu Beihua heard her voice fall from the top of her head, like a string of clear spring water, "general manager Gu, according to the company's express provisions, every director has the right to participate in the decision-making of major internal affairs of the company. It's against the rules that you want to deny this proposal alone."

Hearing this, Gu Beihua was slightly surprised.

Song dongrou's eyes fell on his side, but there was no focus in them, as if her soul had come out of her body and only her body was speaking mechanically. "So, whether you agree or not, today's election is bound to go on. If general manager Gu really doesn't like it, he can vote against it. You have the right."

Gu Beihua forehead Qingjin slightly stirred up a little, "what do you mean?"