Imperial President, Tease me!

Bo Qing looked up at Jing Shuang and asked lightly, "about this case?"

Jing Shuang nodded and his eyes were burning with anger. "It's really mean, boss. Look at it. Lu Manzhen must say that you taught your disciples to be heretical. Now you've sent your disciples to prison. At that time, there will be no reputation for our studio."

Even now, those customers who can revoke the entrustment have revoked the entrustment, and those who have paid have to get back. Even Yuchuan's share price has fallen because of this

It's really a house leak. It rains at night, and the broken ship meets the top wind. It never rains alone.

Jing Shuang is already in a mess here, but when you look at the boss, he still looks like a light cloud and light wind. Jing Shuang can't see it anymore. "Boss, aren't you in a hurry?"

With a faint smile, Bo Qing's beautiful and exquisite eyebrows are full of proud colors. Even the blooming peonies are not as amazing as her beautiful appearance.

"What's the use of being anxious? Lu Manzhen won't cancel the press conference because I'm anxious."

Jing Shuang broke down and said, "what should we do? Tomorrow is the press conference. Unless there is a reversal, we will be trampled in the mud by her!"

Thin tilt opened carelessly, "when the ship comes to the bridge head, it will be straight."

Now that we have found the evidence, we need tomorrow's appraisal results. No one knows what the final result is. Let's wait and see.

Jing Shuang's sad face, "but what if it's not straight?"

Thin lean smelled the speech, the corners of his lips gently aroused a faint radian, picked his eyebrows, and a proud brilliance flashed at the bottom of his eyes, "then break it straight."

Jing Shuang: "

Boss, what flashed in your eyes just now?

For me, the self-confident luster at the bottom of your eyes is my ultimate meaning. I'm still afraid of farts!

Jing Shuang couldn't help holding his little face and leaned towards thin bit by bit. His sight became softer and more rippling, just like the spring outside, with flowers in full bloom, just a little flower maniac.

"Boss, look at me. Am I bent?"

Bo Qing: "... If you bend, it's estimated that Xiaoyi and Shiheng hate me. Well, go out to work quickly. Have you written down the media and marketing numbers I asked you to write down?"

Jing Shuang was serious for a second and nodded again and again. "Write it down. We'll send them a lawsuit at that time. See if they dare to talk nonsense."

Thin lip angle light hook, forming a temptation arc, "I'm not going to sue them."

Jing Shuang is a little puzzled, but it is certain that the boss will never let go of the media and marketing numbers with rhythm that have hacked their studio on the Internet.

The smile on the boss's lips is by no means good, okay?

"Boss, what are you going to do?"

In fact, they are not guilty to death. Maybe they don't know us. At that time, they will change their words to publicize to us. Isn't it more convincing? I'll leave it to you. I'm relieved of your social ability. "

Jing Shuang suddenly understood that sending lawyers' letters to those media and marketing numbers actually didn't work. It was just an apology.

What do you want the police to do if an apology works?

The boss wants to take this opportunity to become friends with them. In this way, the public relations resources are firmly in his hand!