Sir, Please Conduct Yourself

Song dongrou simply and concisely finished, raised her lips to smile, no longer looked at him, turned around and waved to the directors, saying, "OK, everyone sit down first, ready to start voting by show of hands."

She once again chose to ignore Gu Beihua and quickly controlled the atmosphere of the whole court with her own strength.

Song dongrou took a deep breath and said, "if you agree with me to take the post of deputy general manager, please raise your hand."

No accident, no suspense, almost everyone's hands were raised at the same time.

Those grassy directors once again chose the side with stronger upwind momentum. Their long or short arms clattered up. At a glance, they looked very uneven, like a large area of Artemisia selengensis growing out of order.

Song dongrou puts on an affectation and raises her hand. She points her fingers and counts them one by one. She still has words in her mouth. It seems that she is counting.

Looking at this scene, Gu Beihua felt extremely ridiculous.

He frowned and was about to move forward, but his body was blocked by Song Yi, who was killed in the middle of the cold.

Song Yi's generous shoulder pestles the not so spacious corridor, blocking the passage in an instant.

Gu Beihua is a little impatient, "Director Song, what do you want to do?"

"General manager Gu." Song Yi deliberately bites these words, almost every word, as if to make the person in front of him hear clearly.

"The election is not over yet. Where do you want to go?" he said

"It's my freedom where I want to go. I'm not interested in this kind of children's game. Please get out of the way."

Gu Beihua suddenly gets upset. Before his anger interferes with his mind, he reaches out his hand and gently pushes Song Yi.

Song Yi doesn't mean to move at all. His steps are still indestructible. It's a bit like "I'll stay still in spite of the wind and rain".

He dropped his eyes, looked at Gu Beihua, and moved his lips, "what if I don't?"

Gu Beihua's back is stiff for a moment, and suddenly raises his eyes to stare at Song Yi. The latter did not show the slightest fear, just looked at him, even with a touch of contempt in his eyes.

Gu Beihua boasts that he has been in a high position for a long time. For a long time, he always thought that everything was under his control. But now he was despised by a man who used to treat him as a livestock, which made him unable to bear it in an instant.

Anger surged up his back one by one and easily occupied the commanding height of his thought without much effort.

But before he could find the outlet for his anger, song dongrou's urging voice drifted over, "now please raise your hand."

As soon as her voice fell, her eyes involuntarily looked at Gu Beihua, as did all the people around her.

For a moment, Gu Beihua felt a little out of breath. He was almost ready to raise his hand, but he soon regained his consciousness the next second.

No, it's just a farce. If you really participate in it, isn't it equivalent to admitting the farce? How can this be done?

So he sneered with shame and indignation, trying to support the last noble dignity, "are you serious about children's family games?"

"General manager Gu." Song dongrou's tone suddenly lost its emotion and became rigid, "I can understand your sentence as - do you think the company's express regulations are in the house?"

Gu Beihua's face is still as cold and gorgeous as usual. In fact, his heart has already become a mess. He tries hard to clear up his mind and say something to reverse the current situation, but his mind completely does not allow him to do so.

He thought very seriously. He even remembered the number written on the sign at the entrance of the lane when he sent Qu Qingchen to the hospital for examination in the morning, but he couldn't figure out how to answer the call.

Song dongrou doesn't plan to let him go easily because the supercomputer in front of him suddenly breaks down.

She asked aggressively, "general manager Gu, you always think that the company's rules and regulations are a joke, don't you? That's why you have been absent without permission for many times and so on? "

Gu Beihua was startled for a moment. He felt in a trance that the woman standing in front of him was not song dongrou he knew, but a very competent reporter of gossip weekly, and definitely an excellent one.

In the past decades, he can be sure that he has never seen song dongrou so aggressive and resolute.

In my impression, she has always been foolish, soft spoken and submissive. She is a young lady who grew up in a greenhouse and dare not speak too loudly to him.

But when did such a woman become what she is now?