Trafford’s Trading Club

Part 445 is true

Li Zifeng gave Cheng Yiran a cup of hot water, and Cheng Yiran had been silent for some time.

Li Zifeng looked at him and digested it. When he took the time, he opened his voice and said: "I said that people sometimes change."

Cheng Yiran tightened his brow and squinted slightly.

Li Zifeng sighed again. "He refused the work of the TV station. It seems that he is not satisfied. I feel that he still wants to have a good opportunity to develop. I feel that I am not worse than you... I am talking about He should also want to debut."

"How could he debut!" Cheng Yiran suddenly had some anger... He didn't know where the anger came from, and even thought about it and then said: "He is worse than me! It is impossible!"

However, Cheng Yiran quickly calmed down and felt that he had said something, and he also looked at Li Zifeng. Some of them were uneasy: "I... I didn't mean to mean the company."

Li Zifeng said with a sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter, this kind of thing will not be said casually. It is not a glorious thing after all. However, you don't have to worry too much. Many stars have had some before they debuted." I have seen a lot of things. You can rest assured, I know how to deal with it, and can handle it well... Who are we? We originally only dealt with these things for you!"

“Is there really no problem?” Cheng Yiran asked with concern.

Li Zifeng is right: "You don't believe me, always believe in the strength of our company? Isn't the company's crisis public relations not a decoration? And, we want to hold you, want you red, can't make you red?" , what good are we?"

Cheng Yiran is silent... For entertainment companies, it’s the most important thing that only the artists are hot.

At this time, Li Zifeng solemnly said: "But it is also true. If some words are said to be open, then I am not afraid to be a ugly person. You have to hand it over to me for handling this matter. You have to trust me and give it to me." And, you can't have any contact with Hong Guan."

"You can't change your guitar." He patted his arm and said softly: "I know you are a man of old love. So, I am afraid that you will be soft. But you have to understand that some people value it." Your heart is soft, so you will have to rely on it. You have to be instincted. If you are willing to talk to him, it will only make him feel that you are still thinking, and you will not be reluctant... You see, he even broke out from your previous affairs. Is there anything else that can't be done? If a person is shameless, there is no need to worry about anything, isn't it?"

"You... what are you going to do?" Cheng Yiran hesitated.

Li Zifeng said: "You can rest assured that we will not do anything to break the law. But there are always other effective means to mix this line. But I promise that there will never be anything too radical. After all, we are not Willing to provoke right and wrong? Is this Mr. Hong, I feel that there is a little psychological imbalance? If he gives enough compensation, he will not really make trouble. After all, what is really wrong, he can’t get anything. ,right?"

Seeing that Cheng Yiran still hesitated, Li Zifeng whispered: "Yes, the time for your debut has already been fixed. If this matter distracts, it will be a bad blow to you. You can think clearly, your future, your dreams. Men, focus on career. Besides, as you said, Hong Guan is a man who loves his wife. He also does not want to do anything for himself, worrying his wife, right. What?"

"I understand." Cheng Yiran took a deep breath and nodded. "That, I will give it to you."

Li Zifeng gave a very nice smile. "Do not worry, I have the most experience in dealing with this kind of thing. If you take a break, I will not bother you. Yes, I have arranged some relaxing projects for you. Also adjust it well."

Cheng Yiran did not understand what Li Zifeng said about the so-called relaxation project.

However, when Li Zifeng left, the room in the lounge suddenly opened again. A woman who was extremely tall and gorgeous and tempted by the temptation, walked in gently.

Closing the door, with a smile, slowly came to Cheng Yiran, then sat on his legs and took his face.

Deadly gentleness, suddenly opened all the male cells of Cheng Yiran, so that he could not help but breathe quickly...

......

......

The boss's fingers tapped on the counter of the club, and then the next piece was projected into the air. About 22 inches of the light screen slowly disappeared.

The picture of the light screen, the final picture is the picture of men and women about to fall into the most primitive impulse vortex.

On this day, the owner of the club said that he wanted something to drink, so the maidservant specially made a new cocktail.

It’s a pleasing thing to watch the Shike pot shakes at the night, and I’m slowly pouring it into a fixed cup with a light blue wine, and then the maid is using a pair of tweezers to put the ice into it. An action is natural.

Ding--

The ice slammed the sound of the ice in the cup, and Yuki slowly pushed the finished work to Luo Qiu. "Master, okay."

"Yeah." Luo Qiu smiled slightly, but did not pick it up immediately, but suddenly said: "I just thought, is Li Zifeng actually the messenger of our club?"

Seeing the night is just a smile, Luo Qiuqi looks strange: "It's fun, this means."

You are indifferent to the night: "Provocation is the most common means of human beings. Because it is the most prone to profit from the provocation... Since Li Zifeng wants to let Cheng Yiran completely trust him, of course, he needs to sacrifice something else."

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "I suddenly thought, if the party was a few years ago, or a high school student who did not understand anything, it would probably criticize the dirty world of adults."

"Does the owner not like this Li Zifeng?"

Luo Qiu finally tasted the work of the maid's lady, let the taste stop in the mouth, and let her eyes stop on the night. "No, I think his face is more real..."

Luo boss whispered: "Represents part of the truth."

Said, Luo Qiu evened out some of the new works on his cup and sent it to the night of the night. "Give me a drink, I will let you know what the taste is."

The boss's finger was gently rubbed on the lips of the maid's lady, bringing her a short, straightforward taste to the soul of her artificial body.

"It's sweet."

The night's dark blue pupils are sparkling, this is the talking scorpion.

(End of this chapter)