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The words startled a few people.

Everyone in the office looked at Yan Zhixu in disbelief.

On the contrary, this straw bag was possessed by a demon today? How dare you fire Xingyu's artist director?

Seeing that the security guard didn't do anything for a long time, Yan Zhixu knocked on the table casually, with a lazy tone, "What? Do you want me to teach you?"

The security guard shuddered, met her half-smiling eyes, and swallowed in fear, "No, no need."

He stepped forward tremblingly and clasped Lin Bo's arms with both hands, "Lin, Director Lin, I've offended you..."

Director Lin, you have a large number of adults, and he is only acting on orders.

Even if you want to take revenge, you will be wronged and have a debt and you will not be able to avenge him.

Lin Bo was restrained, his face ashen, "Let go, what do you want to do? Do you still want to do it, let go of me now!"

He was short of breath with anger, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and he struggled hard, trying to shake off the security guard.

The security used all his strength and dragged the person out with difficulty.

Director Lin, if you offend you, you may be fired for a while, but offend this new shareholder, but he will be fired immediately.

"Yan Zhixu, are you crazy? You actually dare to drive me away? Believe it or not, if you drive me away with your front feet, you will be permanently frozen with your back feet?"

Because of the fierce struggle, Lin Bo's clothes were messy, his forehead was covered in sweat, and he looked particularly embarrassed.

His high-pitched voice sounded in the office, harsh.

Yan Zhixu poked out his ears, glanced at the security guard, and said, "It's very noisy, give me a quicker action."

The security guard nodded his head like a garlic clover, and with a strong pull and a tug, even if Lin Bo was reluctant, he was dragged out of the office.

Yan Zhixu sat on a chair, with Erlang's legs crossed, playing with a ballpoint pen in his hand.

The fingertips gently rotate the pen, and the movements are skillful and pleasing to the eye.

She put down the pen and knocked on the table, "Brother Lu, close the door."

Holding the pillow, Lu Xun, who was laughing with a stomachache on the sofa, stood up.

He rubbed his stomach, scratched the back of his head, and asked innocently, "Ah Xu, why are you closing the door?"

Yan Zhixu's eyes looked at Lou Lan and Mo An'an, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, and a stream of light flickered in them, "Of course it's closing the door to beat the dog."

Lu Xun sneered, "It turned out to be hitting the dog."

He moved quickly to the door, slammed it shut, and locked it.

The two of them sang together, and their words were unbridled and full of irony.

Lou Lan's face darkened suddenly.

Described as a dog, no matter how good-tempered he is, he can't help but not get angry.

Mo An'an blushed, "You, you... a girl, how can you say that, it's so vulgar."

She was sitting on the sofa, pinching the skirt with one hand and pointing at Yan Zhixu with the other.

Liu Ye frowned, with obvious displeasure in his eyes, which seemed to have a different flavor.

Yan Zhixu put down Erlang's legs and left the chair, with a cold voice, "What kind of rules should you follow when dealing with disobedient dogs."

In the pair of pupils, there is a coldness, like a sharp dagger. Once it is unsheathed, it must see blood.

Mo An'an's face was pale and tearful, as if being bullied.

Gu Jiu looked at it coldly, there was never a trace of pity in his eyes, the atmosphere between the two did not look like a boyfriend or girlfriend at all.

Lou Lan's eyes filled with seriousness, she turned her head and scolded, "An An, shut up."

Now the identity of this little **** is different from the past, and if you are smart, you should not speak in this tone.

"Ah…"

Yan Zhixu moved his knuckles and walked to Lou Lan.