Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

After knowing the general relationship between Gu Beihua and Xue Yunlan, Tan Jingfei quickly gave the news to several gossip magazines. Although those magazines are small magazines that are not on the stage, and they publish basically vulgar contents of stars, Tan Jingfei knows very well that only this channel can achieve the best communication effect.

The virus carried by the mice in the sewer is the fastest and farthest spread, and it is very quiet and hard to be felt by anyone.

In just a few days, Qu Qingchen's story of "the queen of the movie is in prison" has not been the most popular topic. People began to talk about "the mother of the queen of the movie and the president of GM entertainment" with great enthusiasm. As soon as the news broke out, it quickly caused an uproar.

Before long, the corresponding small articles and even satirical comics were all fresh on the market, and those unscrupulous gossip magazines and traffic owners took advantage of this opportunity to make a lot of money.

This online evaluation of Qu Qingchen is even worse. What's more, some people have begun to discuss about the mother and daughter of the Qu family serving their husband together. Some people are not tired. They do their best to search Qu Tao's information, and directly expose Qu Tao's information. They put a green hat on the bottom of his photo, making it a funny expression pack, which is widely spread.

When Gu Beihua saw this kind of news, his head would smoke.

He caught hold of the computer screen almost in an instant, and the screen frame made of metal was almost deformed and broken.

After Tan Jing went back, she dressed up again and chose another day to apologize. Gu Beihua was so busy that he waved his hand to forgive her. Then he began to deal with the mountain of documents on the desk endlessly.

Tan Jing's face turned black when she saw the news. She was very happy, but she still had to do some face work. Tan Jing hurried forward with great concern, softened her voice and said, "boss, what's the matter with you? Don't be angry. It will hurt you

Gu Beihua's face was as gloomy as a pile of thick clouds, and his whole face was frighteningly black.

Tan Jing tilted her head suspiciously, glanced at the computer screen, and then immediately bounced back as if she had touched something. She had a clear look of panic on her face, but what she said was still comforting Gu Beihua in a strange way, "boss, you, you must not be angry because of these things! Those gossip magazines can write all kinds of articles in order to make money. Don't worry about it. It's not worth getting angry about this kind of thing... "

When she spoke, Gu Beihua was staring at her. His dark eyes were full of anger, and he could see nothing else.

Tan Jing was a little flustered when she was looked at by the sharp eyes of these two falcons, so she quickly found a way to stop looking at him. "Come on, have a drink and I'll give you a massage. You must be tired after handling so many things today."

Tan Jing's words and deeds are not like treating an employer, but a bit like treating an emperor. She is humble, cautious and cautious everywhere. It seems that every step she takes is like walking on thin ice.

Tan Jing was relieved to see the tacit consent of the man sitting in the office chair. She went to the cupboard and took a bottle of foreign wine. Just as she was about to pour it into the cup, Gu Beihua suddenly said, "what do you think is the matter? How did those reporters suddenly think of fabricating these things? "