President Daddy is super strong

"Don't worry, I have my own discretion!"

Yang Yilin's hair was cold and his back was cold.

This is to kill his rhythm?

Is there time to run now?

He wants to go home and really cook.

But on second thought, if he left now, the man number one thing might really fall apart, and his good chance of close contact with the real person would slip away... Br >

No, he would never allow such a thing to happen!

No matter what will meet him next, he will hold his head and chest high. In order to play the immortal Xia drama with Zhen Zhen, even he is worth it!

Yeah?

People are dead. What else can I do for you?

No, I can't. I have to live and take good care of their mother and daughter's lives.

Just thinking about it, a folder flew towards him. If he didn't dodge it quickly, the hard plastic folder would hit his head hard.

"Shit, sir, are you really going to kill my rhythm?" Grumpy shout a voice, then slowly and leisurely to fall under his feet to pick up the folder, casually look over.

When he saw the words "red clothes", his brow was tightly wrinkled.

As he quickly read the contents of the document at a glance, the two eyebrows beat fiercely.

"Sir, what do you mean? I'm your brother. Do you think it's appropriate that you don't let me play such a good script and find a little fresh meat?"

The man leaning in the boss's chair gently raised his eyebrows, bringing his own powerful aura of not being angry and self-confident. "I'm a businessman."

The implication is that I just want to make money. As for who will play in this play, it has nothing to do with me.

When Yang Yilin heard this, he immediately exploded, "businessmen can't sleep their conscience!"

"Ah!" Mo yanjue sneers, the expression of light hook lips seems to listen to a big joke, "you tell me conscience, do you have heart, you tell me conscience?"

"Why don't I have a heart? Elder brother doesn't take such a bully? " Yang Yilin's holding back, is it really good to scold him in such a roundabout way?

Shouldn't a man be kind?

"Think you're right?" The tone is light, but I can't hear it.

Yang Yilin's heart is empty, but he still refuses to admit, "what's wrong with me?"

"Private life companies don't interfere much, but as a public figure, should we consult with the company before making any decisions?" The tone is still light, but what Yang Yilin listens to is startled.

"I'm wrong. This time I don't think well. Can I consult with the company before making any decision next time?" Don't take his man number one.

"Late!" These two words are loud.

Yang Yilin's face was white and his sexy lips could not help shaking. Slobber

has the final say, "he can't be late. You can't be late. You're my brother. Let's not say Mo's entertainment. The whole group is the one who has the final say. If you are facing me, who will dare to object?"

"Well, suck my blood, pull my sinews, and eat and drink all my hard work before you are willing to do it, isn't it?"

When hearing the first "um" word, Yang Yilin's face showed a surprise and excited expression. But as Mo yanjue finished, he immediately became a frost eggplant, wilting and listless.

"Sir Alex, I can't say that. I haven't made a lot of efforts in the company these years"