The milk dog actor is crying and chirping, the president's sister loves me

Chapter 12

Wang Jun was a little surprised, and said with a smile: "Have you got the role of Director Wan? Not bad, as expected, he is the one I like at first sight."

As he spoke, he threw the information in Zhou Jing's hands, and said in a tone that did not allow doubts: "Now go downstairs and buy me a cup of hot coffee, and he will give it to me."

Wang Jun refused to enter, and Zhou Jing had no choice. Wang Jun did a lot of evil in the company and was lawless, but no one came out to stop it, which shows that the background is not small.

Zhou Jingren spoke lightly, and could only look at Jiang Ci with the information in his hands, asking for his opinion.

If he really doesn't want to, then just ignore it, at worst, he will be targeted by Wang Jun in the future.

However, Jiang Ci's eyes were dark and unwavering, she didn't take Wang Jun seriously, and said lightly, "Go."

Zhou Jing was a little puzzled and raised his eyebrows, but in the end he still respected his meaning and reminded in a low voice: "Then be careful, and run away if you can't."

Can a big boy still beat him?

Seeing that Zhou Jing and Jiang Ci were acquainted with each other, Wang Jun was very proud. He liked to enjoy the pleasure of using power to achieve his goal. He turned around and waved at will:
"Come with me, come to my office, and I'll invite our new leading actor Wan Dao to have a cup of high-quality tea."

Jiang Ci's eyes were cold, he sneered, and followed behind him unhurriedly.

Wang Jun's office is just opposite to Wei Hu's, and it's not much different from the vice president's in terms of size or furnishings.

He, the manager, was airborne to Star Entertainment, relying on his family connections to indulge his desires in the sensual circle of the entertainment industry. In Star Entertainment, there is no one he can't get, Wang Jun has always been so confident.

He opened the door and walked in, walked around behind the desk, opened the swivel chair with one hand, and unbuttoned his suit jacket with the other.

Looking at the handsome young man who walked in step by step, it was like seeing a prey that was about to fall into the palm of his hand. The excitement was incoherent, and the evil smile on the corner of Wang Jun's mouth became more and more intense. He sat on a luxurious swivel chair, spread his hands generously road:
"Sit, sit whatever you want."

Jiang Ci didn't appreciate it, her back was as straight as a bamboo in the mountains and forests, and she stood in front of the desk and looked down at him.

Faced with his powerlessness, Wang Jun was not angry. After all, beauties have tempers, and this kind of energy is interesting. He leaned on the back of the chair, turned his body from side to side, and said with an evil smile:

"Dare to take my words as wind when you get the role of Director Wan? Jiang Ci, are you too naive? As long as you are still in the stars, you and I will have a way to make you feel uncomfortable."

Jiang Ci sneered: "Threat me? What do you want?"

Wang Jun raised his eyebrows and folded his hands on the desk: "I don't want to, you know that I have always admired you, from the first time I saw you, your appearance is perfect, and it is also very suitable for entertainment The circle and the company also value you very much, if you didn’t know how to praise me and rejected me repeatedly, you would have had the opportunity to debut as early as a month ago.”

Jiang Ci was not surprised at all, and asked back, "You are the one behind the scenes."

"Yes, it's me, and I can't be considered a ghost. How should I put it, you won't understand how useful rights are. Everything is just a matter of one sentence. Jiang Ci, I have given you many opportunities. "

Wang Jun stood up, walked around the desk and walked to Jiang Ci. The boy was half a head taller than him, with a thin body, and his face was flawless, like a work carefully carved by a god.

He looks even more beautiful than a woman, he is so moved, he can't help but reach out and touch:

"If you want, I guarantee that you will have endless announcements in the future. I have only given you this kind of treatment."

Seeing that hand stretched out towards her face, Jiang Ci reached out and grabbed it with lightning speed, pushed Wang Jun onto the desk with a little force, and grabbed his neck with the other hand, slender fingers tightened.

Turning against customers is only a moment.

Jiang Ci was condescending, like a god of death, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth that was extremely creepy.

"Ah...cough..."

Wang Jun is thin and weak, he usually drinks and indulges in sex, and rarely exercises, so he can't break free under Jiang Ci's hands.

The gold-rimmed glasses were thrown out and broke immediately, and because of suffocation, his face turned into a liver color.

"Let go, Jiang Ci, are you crazy?"

Wang Jun's upper body was firmly pressed against the desk, and the edge of the desk was pressed across his waist, making him unable to use any strength. He could only desperately pull the hand that was strangling his neck. With difficulty, I choked out these words.

"Let go. Don't you want to hang out in Xingxing?"

Jiang Ci held him down with one hand, as if he hadn't heard of his threat, and his face was still calm, as if he was not choking someone's neck, but dealing with some unimportant matter,
With the other hand, Jiang Ci randomly took a pen from the table. The tip of the pen was made of pure gold with ink remaining on it. It was very sharp.

Wang Jun watched the nib of the pen getting closer and closer to him, with a cold light like the scythe of death. His pupils dilated and he trembled all over, fearing that the pen would be inserted into his eyes in the next second.

It was only at this moment that he realized Jiang Ci's horror. He was a complete lunatic. He was not a little sheep at the mercy of others. He was a demon who crawled up from hell and fought back. He didn't care about anything at all.

Just like at this moment, Jiang Ci's handsome and monster-like face was so cold and emotionless, not even angry.

His abyss-like eyes seemed to be mixed with ice and snow, and his five fingers lingered on his face while grabbing the steel soldier, frowning his beautiful brows, as if he was looking for a place to strike.

Wang Jun's face was livid, his pupils were about to burst, he struggled but couldn't move, and finally lost his dignity, begging for mercy: "Let me go later."

Jiang Ci didn't speak, her long eyelashes covered her dark eyes, she stopped on the man's shoulder with a sharp pen, and then stabbed slowly.

Instead of hitting the bottom with one blow, but slowly increasing the force, the pen sinks into the flesh through the expensive shirt.

"what!"

Wang Jun couldn't help screaming in pain, but because Jiang Ci strangled his neck, his voice became hoarse, and his office was specially soundproofed, so the cry for help could not be heard at all.

Jiang Ci slowly twisted his flesh and blood with a pen until the blood stained his shirt red.

Looking at Wang Jun's distorted face, Jiang Ci only felt excited. This man kept persecuting him, and he wanted to finish him off, but at the thought of going to jail for this, Jiang Ci felt that it was not worth it.

Wang Jun's dog's life is not worthy of his life.

The tip of the pen had been completely inserted into Wang Jun's shoulder, and Jiang Ci slowly opened his mouth when he felt the tip touched the bone, whispering like a devil: "Manager Wang, have you ever heard a sentence, don't anger a lunatic, otherwise, No one knows what the madman will do."

Wang Jun was so frightened that his legs were trembling. He had abused many men and women in bed, bleeding and injuries were common, but he had always been the master, it was the knife, and now it was the other way around.

The look in Jiang Ci's eyes really wanted to kill him, and there was no falsehood.

He really provoked a desperate lunatic.

Of course Wang Jun didn't want to die, he wasn't happy enough, how could he be willing to die, begging for mercy: "Let me go"

Jiang Ci pulled out the pen vigorously, and a few drops of blood splashed on his fair face, making him look more like a demon.

The hand pinching Wang Jun's neck tightened again, and the next moment he put the bloody pen to his mouth, letting the remaining blood slowly flow into his own mouth.

"If you mess with me again, you will die, understand?"

Jiang Ci whispered, giving him a final warning.

The rust smell in his mouth made Wang Jun want to vomit, but he didn't dare at all, he could only beg for mercy repeatedly: "Understood...understood..."

Jiang Ci let go of her hands and took a step back, allowing Wang Jun to kneel down on the ground limply, covering his mouth and coughing wildly.

Jiang Ci must have admired his embarrassment, and then turned to leave. When he opened the door, he saw Wei Hu, who was about to enter his office with his coat and mobile phone.

"Why are you here? Didn't I ask Zhou Jing to tell you to wait for me in the office?"

Wei Hu asked in surprise.

(End of this chapter)