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Chapter 62 Interview
Yuan Qingyang snorted, and decided not to argue with a patient.

Shang Yanguang's chest is not as wheat-colored as other men's, but white and tender, and the touch of his hands is so firm and powerful.Yuan Qingyang watched and swallowed.

After wiping his chest and neck, Yuan Qingyang wiped his cheeks and forehead for Shang Yanguang.

Shang Yanguang, who was uncomfortable with a slight frown, had a touch of sickly beauty compared to his usual aloofness and surprise.

Because of his aristocratic aura that no one should get close to, no one has ever treated him as a woman, but at this moment, he is really beautiful in Yuan Qingyang's eyes.

Yuan Qingyang couldn't help getting closer, but unexpectedly Shang Yanguang opened his eyes, and the two looked at each other.Frightened, Yuan Qingyang quickly moved his head away.

Shang Yanguang asked softly, "What are you doing so close?"

Yuan Qingyang replied calmly: "I just wanted to test whether you have a fever."

Hearing this, Shang Yanguang stretched out his hand to touch his forehead and said, "I don't have a fever."

Yuan Qingyang thought Shang Yanguang was so cute, so he decided to tease him.Taking advantage of Shang Yanguang's unpreparedness, he put his hand on his forehead, put the other hand on his forehead, and said seriously: "You said you didn't have a fever, your forehead is hotter than mine Too much. If you don’t believe me, touch mine.”

Saying that, Yuan Qingyang put his forehead in front of Shang Yanguang.

Shang Yanguang hesitated for a while, and finally touched Yuan Qingyang's forehead seriously, and then went back to touch his own forehead. After feeling it for a long time, he said: "It's not that bad..."

Yuan Qingyang held back his laughter, although he didn't make a sound, his head was shaking non-stop.

Shang Yanguang reacted, and flicked Yuan Qingyang's forehead with a bent hand.

Yuan Qingyang pushed away with grinning teeth, complaining: "Why are you willing to put down such a heavy hand, you have a concussion."

Shang Yanguang saw that his nose was not a nose, and his eyes were not eyes, and spat: "Who told you to do this elementary school thing, childish."

After a while, Yuan Qingyang put away his sad look, and asked Shang Yanguang with a smile: "How do you feel now, did your stomach hurt before?"

Shang Yanguang felt it, and replied: "It's better than before."

While talking, the secretary brought in another pot of porridge.

Yuan Qingyang took it from his hand, and said to Shang Yanguang with a smile, "How is Mr. Yuan feeding you?"

Shang Yanguang leaned back and cursed with a smile: "Get out. I have a stomachache or a broken hand. Give me a drink, or I won't drink it."

Yuan Qingyang said "Yo", handed the porridge into Shang Yanguang's hand, and teased him: "You still threaten your Boss Yuan with your own body, do you really think I care?"

Shang Yanguang took a sip of porridge, his brows were furrowed, and his stomach started to hurt again, but he continued to say: "I earn 30.00% of the company's income, you can't serve me well, Tell you to get no salary tomorrow."

Yuan Qingyang saw that Shang Yanguang's hand that served the porridge began to shake, and hurriedly stepped forward to take it, handed it to the secretary, squatted in front of him, and asked, "It hurts so much that you can't stop your mouth, I really can't go." Hospital?"

Shang Yanguang said stubbornly, "I won't go."

Yuan Qingyang stood up fiercely, and said viciously: "I can't help you!" Immediately, he immediately grabbed Shang Yanguang and hugged him, but this fashionable Yanguang was already in pain and had no ability to resist, so he had to watch Watching him hug himself out like this.

Yuan Qingyang was very anxious, holding Shang Yanguang, a man weighing more than 120 kilograms, and ran wildly.

He rushed to the president's elevator in three or two steps, and the poor secretary also ran all the way, helping to open the elevator door, press the floor, and fearing that the scene would be seen by others, he took off his suit to block left and right, and finally reached the underground garage. Be a driver.

At this time, Shang Yanguang was a little unconscious.

Yuan Qingyang was still holding him in his arms, talking to him non-stop: "Yan Guang, hold on, you'll be in the hospital soon, don't sleep, stay awake..."

Shang Yanguang only muttered "No" when the car drove out of the garage, and then he didn't make a sound, his eyes were closed, his brows were frowned, and his breathing became weak.

Yuan Qingyang said to the secretary: "Hurry up. Hurry up!"

The secretary could only respond bitterly: "Yes, yes."

Yuan Qingyang was in a hurry, but Jin Yuming didn't know anything about it and was still interviewing.

"No. 78" is a very shrewd and seasoned person. He got a scene where his girlfriend broke up with a scumbag. The performance without real objects made his performance very vivid. In the end, he answered Jin Yuming's question. It is also watertight and very official.

After the last question was asked, Jin Yuming stared at him for a full 2 ​​minutes without saying a word, and he also acted very calmly.

Jin Yuming nodded to him, said with a smile: "Very good, go back and wait for the announcement."

Hearing Jin Yanming's words, he remained calm and responded politely: "Thank you."

When he turned around and walked to the door, Jin Yuming called out: "No. 79."

After waiting for a while, No. 79 walked in jerky, with his head down, looking very nervous.

Jin Yuming smiled and comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I'm not a bad person."

No. 79 sat down on a chair awkwardly, and said, "Hi senior, my name is Fumo, I am 20 years old, and I am a college student in Jingwu."

Jin Yuming looked at him, as if he saw the 20-year-old Lan Huisen, and couldn't help but lose the nickname in his heart, and said softly, "Fumo, what a nice name. Look up, I'm have a look."

Hearing this, Fu Mo raised his head slowly, with a childish face, he said he was fifteen or sixteen years old, and Jin Yuming also believed him, he was as fair and thin as Lan Huisen, and was pitiful, but his appearance It was worse than Lan Huisen, and his eyebrows and eyes were all down.

Jin Yuming praised him and said, "You look so good-looking, why don't you dare let others see you?"

Embarrassed, Fu Mo lowered his head again, and stammered: "I... what I got is... a scene of a solo dance and self-immolation."

Jin Yuming nodded, and replied, "Very good, dancing is your specialty. Do you need any props?"

Fu Mo shook his head, and replied: "No need, as stated in the rules, there is no physical performance."

Jin Yuming replied: "Then you start."

Fu Mo entered the state in a second, and sang: "The flame burns my soul, and the sun shines on my grave. Today I die for the king, and I will enter the king's gate in the next life. Pei Lang——"

The poignant voice and heroic dance brought Jin Yuming into the scene. It seemed that she was the one who was burned to death. With a "plop", Fu Mo fell to the ground and looked in Pei Lang's direction. Unwilling to close, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and hit the ground.Jin Yuming also grieved with him, tears also fell out unconsciously.

Jin Yuming stood up abruptly, applauded Fu Mo, and shouted: "Good!"

Fu Mo stood up from the ground as if he didn't feel any pain at all, and bowed to Jin Yuming.

Jin Yuming said to him: "Go home and wait for the good news."

At this time, Fu Mo smiled and shed a line of tears, bowed to Jin Yuming again, and replied: "Thank you."

(End of this chapter)