Rebirth, the character of Baifumei cannot fall

The moonlight was as quiet as water. Song Jiajun was lying on the bed without any sleepiness. He got up and walked to the balcony.

The small lights on the roadside emitted a faint light. The whole manor fell into a deep sleep. The full moon in the sky was bright and clear. The moonlight illuminated the earth and shone on himself generously.

"Good night, my little moon."

*

When Lin Wanyue came down in pajamas, Song Jiajun had already sat down at the dining table. Chunsheng was chattering beside him about his dream last night.

Song Jiajun's complexion seemed to be a little worse than yesterday, and there was a little blue and black under his eyes.

"You didn't sleep well last night? You have dark circles under your eyes."

"Have you become ugly?"

"A little bit. Are you used to your bed?"

"The dark circles will go away soon. Don't worry."

"Go home and rest early. Don't drive yourself. I'll let Lin An take you there later."

"Do I have heavy dark circles under my eyes?"

"..." Talking at cross purposes, he still has an idol burden.

*

Song Jiajun contacted his assistant on the way to the company to buy skin care products. Song Jiajun still cares about this face. Male beauty is sometimes really useful and must be protected.

The girl is not yet 20 years old, and he is almost 30 years old. In a few years, he will be old enough to be a father, and the girl is still in her youth.

The assistant was a little confused when he received the message from the big boss. Was his account hacked? He tried to send a question mark, and the other party replied in seconds: "Can't read?"

Well, I feel relieved. It's the big capitalist I love the most.

After the special assistant replied to the message, he bought the skin care products and sent them to the office.

Song Jiajun entered the office and took all the skin care products into the lounge. He applied them on his face one by one according to the usage procedures sent by the special assistant, and then lay down to rest.

The conference room was full of people early. According to eyewitnesses, the big boss came to the company in the morning with a happy face. Today's meeting should be very relaxing.

Before everyone could be happy for long, Song Jiajun came in wearing a mask and with a low pressure all over his body, and everyone's hair stood up instantly.

Who lied about the military intelligence! Is this called a happy face? What's the difference between this and his wife running away?

The special assistant also didn't understand. He was obviously very happy when he came in the morning. Why did he wear a mask after sleeping for a while and was angry?

The boss's mind is really hard to guess.

Because of Song Jiajun's low pressure, the whole conference room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone present didn't even dare to breathe, for fear that their breathing would ignite the explosive barrel.

"The meeting begins."

The administrative department sitting in the first place secretly complained in their hearts. Originally, they heard that the boss was in a good mood, so they rushed into the conference room and sat in the front, taking advantage of the boss's good mood to make a report first.

But who would have thought that the military intelligence was wrong, and now they are the first to bear the brunt and become the first victim.

The ancients did not deceive me, and blessings are the foundation of misfortune, and misfortune is the foundation of blessings.

This meeting was much faster than expected, but when the various responsible persons came out, they all looked pale, as if they were hollowed out.

The meeting went fast not because the reports were well done, but because everyone was scolded before they had finished a quarter of their reports.

"What's wrong with the president? Why are you so angry today?"

"Who knows? My employees said that they were in a good mood when they saw the president coming today, but you see how scary it was just now!"

"I went early today to grab a seat, but I ended up being the first to kill!"

"When will someone be able to take care of this! I won't live to retire if this continues!"

"Our company still has a lot of funeral expenses for those who died in the line of duty, come on!"

.......

The special assistant followed Song Jiajun carefully, and he could breathe a sigh of relief when he saw that the big boss was about to enter the office.

"Come in."

It was too early to breathe a sigh of relief.

"President." The special assistant stood in front of Song Jiajun's desk, looking at his nose and heart, not daring to look up.

"The world is big, do you want to go and see it?"

? ? ? ? Aren't you in a bad mood? Why do you want to give me a holiday to travel?

"Where to?"

"How about F Continent? There's a mine over there, go and take care of it."

Special Assistant: This is not traveling, this is exile! It's farther than Ningguta!

"President... Can I not go?"

Song Jiajun sneered, not going? You try!

The special assistant turned off the microphone when he heard the big boss's sneer. The big boss didn't say why, and he would let himself be a ghost who knows it even if he dies!

After the special assistant went out, Song Jiajun went to the bathroom and took off the mask on his face. A pimple appeared on his left cheek, which felt hard and a little painful.

Song Jiajun had never had a pimple since he was a child, and now he was helpless.

But according to the content I searched on the Internet before, this pimple will take several days to disappear completely. These daysI can't go find the girl.

Song Jiajun became more and more annoyed as he thought about it, and threw all the skin care products in the bathroom into the trash can.

*

After a night of settling down, the popularity of Zhao Dongyuan's incident has decreased a little, but it is still in the top ten hot searches.

Xingyue Entertainment, as Zhao Dongyuan's new employer, expressed its responsibility for the actions of Wang Qiu and others, and appealed on charges of false accusation, coercion by force, etc.

Liu Wangyuan didn't expect Zhao Dongyuan to do so. He thought that the worst result would be nothing more than an enemy with Zhao Dongyuan, but who would have thought that there would be no room for reconciliation and he would sue directly.

Everyone knows that Xingyue Entertainment is now a company under Yunfeng Group. Yunfeng Group's legal department is famous, and now there is also Shengjiang Group.

The two top groups joined forces, and even stealing a rubber band can be sentenced to life imprisonment.

During this period, he and Fu Xincheng could not contact Ma Yihui, nor could they contact Fat Brother, let alone Zhao Dongyuan.

Even if they wanted to plead for mercy and admit their mistakes, they didn't know where to start. They went to Zhao Dongyuan's house in the morning to find him, but they didn't even get into the gate of the community.

Before the two of them could discuss countermeasures, they received a summons from the court, notifying them that the trial would be held in three days.

Liu Wangyuan sat on the ground dejectedly, and the summons in his hand fell to the ground.

No! Can't just give up like this! The career that has finally started to improve can't be ruined like this!

Even if the career has fallen to the bottom now, black and red are still red! It's better than being unknown before, without any splashes!

If you can't find Zhao Dongyuan, find Fat Brother. Fat Brother is soft-hearted. If you go and beg him, there may be hope!

Thinking of this, Liu Wangyuan quickly got up, took a taxi to the community where Fat Brother lived, and met Fu Xincheng at the door.

When I was under Fat Brother's command, besides Zhao Dongyuan, Fu Xincheng had a good relationship with Fat Brother. I couldn't handle it alone, so I had to bring Fu Xincheng with me.

The two of them knocked on the door for a long time before Fat Brother came to open the door. He didn't want to open the door, but his wife and children were sleeping, and if he knocked any more, they would be woken up.