Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Gu Beihua clearly felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, and the green tendons in his forehead jumped up happily.

But at this time, the surroundings were quiet for no reason.

Those directors who are obsessed with discussing how bad Gu Beihua is, and have almost said that he is heinous, have keenly caught another hot spot worthy of criticism.

For a moment, everyone stopped talking and looked at Gu Beihua and Song Yi, waiting to see what they were going to say.

The men in suits and formal clothes have terrible bright eyes. They are waiting for an opportunity to put in a word at any time. They are going to put a foot in Gu Beihua's head, who has been trampled to the bottom by their words.

The eyes of countless pairs of eyes are all stabbed at Gu Beihua, with different emotions.

Ridicule, irony, excitement, pleasure, contempt, indifference.

The puppets who were sleeping under the throne suddenly revived most of them, and all of them stood up and surrounded the king in the middle.

Flesh and blood essence of the pupil all jump with bright blood, like a group of hungry beasts, are eyeing the prey in the middle.

Gu Beihua silently clenched his fist and made a final struggle. "When I was not in the company, there was a reason."

Without hesitation for a second, Song Yi quickly picked up his words and asked aggressively, "what's the reason, please?"

Gu Beihua choked for a moment. He seemed to be dumb when he could spit out a knife with his mouth open.

Gu Beihua's face became delicate inch by inch, like overturning a whole palette on his face, black and white for a while.

Song Yi saw his reaction clearly, and a proud smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

Is that so?

Gu Beihua's eyes gradually slide away from Song Yi. He clearly sees that everyone is looking at him.

The directors, whose shirts were straight and suits were well ironed, looked at him with playful eyes.

It's like watching a piece of fresh fat, and it's like seeing the clown take off his pants on the stage.

Song dongrou didn't say a word in the whole process, so she stood still.

It can be seen that she made up meticulously today, with thick powder floating on her face. As the best mask, it can easily block her real face.

She gently raised her chin, her face covered with a faint halo.

Her eyes are not very clear, white eyes have been climbing on a lot of small red blood - she is no longer young.

But she always maintained a just right calm, without any anxiety. No matter what the situation around her, she just looked at Gu Beihua faintly and quietly.

His eyes were tender and tender, like a still pool of stagnant water.

It's the look at the prey, but the meaning of desire and contempt is cleverly hidden.

But as sharp as Gu Beihua, he quickly sensed this meaning and quickly became angry.

She song dongrou is just a woman whom he dislikes. How dare she look at him with this kind of eyes?

pity? Disdain? She deserves it!

Gu Beihua's calm face, which has remained unchanged for thousands of years, has finally loosened a corner.

Song Yi continued to ask, "why does general manager Gu not speak? There are too many times. I don't know which time to say it?"

Gu Beihua bit his teeth and his blood was almost boiling.

Song Yi's voice continued, "then I'll give you a hint. General manager Gu, could you explain first, where did you go this morning? "