Chapter 8: Dissatisfied?
"Let me tell you! Don't think that you are an internet celebrity of some spam website, and it seems that you can do whatever you want in the Junshi Group. Let me make it clear today that this is not a house, and anyone can be a big star. Don't make me look like you are very dragged, if anyone doesn't want to stay here, get out immediately!"
Sister Li has a hot temper. She only admits her strength, which is known to the whole circle.
After scolding, all the artists were silent, and they didn't dare to put a fart.
Domineeringly turned around, Sister Li hooked her fingers at Qin Zheng.
"Ye Chen, come here, your business is not over yet."
"Okay, Miss Li."
Qin Zheng followed.
When walking past a group of artists, it was obvious that he received a few jealous glances.
He slowly curled his lips, and the eyes under the broken hair were like gems in the dark, scarlet and enchanting.
The game has just begun!
…
at the same time.
Jun's high-level.
"Su Li! Su Li! Good news! Great news!"
Tang Yi rushed into Jun Suli's office excitedly.
Jun Suli frowned in displeasure, and his eyes had begun to narrow.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
"Don't be impulsive, this time is really good news"
Tang Yi danced with excitement.
Jun Suli's expression was indifferent.
"Look! Look! Look who this is!"
Tang Yi put a laptop in front of Jun Suli and showed Jun Suli the adjusted video.
Jun Suli glanced at the screen lightly, and his eyes that didn't care too much stopped.
On the screen is today's artist department.
A teenager in a suit is the biggest focus of the entertainer department.
His gentle smile exudes a touch of alienation, and his eyes, which seem soft, are full of bloodthirsty.
This breath is exactly the same as the person from last night.
Jun Suli's eyes stayed on the screen for a moment, and a bit of interest was drawn on his flirtatious face.
Seeing his reaction, Tang Yi laughed "hehe".
"Yi, you say... how many days can he live in my hands?"
Jun Suli raised his eyebrows as he looked at the person on the screen, his extremely magnetic voice carried an extreme temptation.
But what he said was horrifying.
"I'll go! Why don't you be so **** when you speak?"
Tang Yi burst into foul language.
"It's hard to meet such a mean-spirited person. How could you kill someone so quickly? Wouldn't that be too boring!"
Tang Yi disagreed a hundred times.
"And, no matter how you say it, you didn't fight to the death last night, doubles and doubles, vigorously rising, fighting to the sky... ah!"
Before the word "Liang" was uttered, a scream came from the office.
Tang Yi covered his head and gritted his teeth in pain.
Jun Suli threw the document in his hand and leaned back lazily on the back of the chair.
"It seems that I need to call Mr. Tang."
In a word, hit the key point and let Tang Yi, who was about to jump, immediately counsel.
"Fuck! Do you think I'd like to come to you? If it weren't for that old immortal arranging a blind date show for me every day, I would have been soaked in Beauty Township by now."
Tang Yi snorted and endured the bad breath.
The old man of his own family has been very annoying these days, and he has to rely on others for a few days now.
Jun Suli couldn't deny it, his lazy eyes lowered slightly.
But the mockery on his lips made Tang Yi want to slap him!