pick up dog

"Old, old boss..." The door of the office was opened, and He Congman's calm face was full of unsteadiness, and he said to Lu Jingzhen who was sitting on the boss's chair and looking at the documents in a panic: "Yes, someone... people……"

"What's the rush, speak slowly. Someone killed someone or set it on fire, you tell him to wait until you finish talking." Lu Jingzhen pushed the silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and turned another page slowly.

It's useless for him to be anxious, He Cong is stuttering, the more you urge him, the more he may be speechless, so urging him might as well wait for him, it's not too late to speak when he calms down a bit.

Anyway, if someone really murdered and set fire, He Congman would drag him and run away.

As for other things, his company is only a three-story building, and there is always nothing serious enough to wait.

After waiting for a long time, He Congman finally came back calmly. He patted his mouth lightly, frowned and picked up the point, "Fight."

"Someone is fighting? Who?" Lu Jingzhen raised his eyebrows, and the mole under the right eyebrow was particularly eye-catching.He put away the half-read "Super Loud" project documents, turned around and turned on the computer with a screen four times larger than his face, intending to check some relevant information about the project.

I saw him moving his hands, and he was still trying to scold He Congman, "But you said that you are becoming more and more unstable. If someone in the company fights, you can fight. Can you tear down this place? Mao Frizzy."

"My wife, I'm not, it's you who said you want, you want..." He Congman frowned heavily, trying to complete the sentence, "Do you want special, special attention?"

"Who?" Lu Jingzhen suddenly raised his voice, stopped the movement of his hands, and looked straight at him through a pair of peach blossom eyes through the not-so-thick glasses.

He Congman was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously replied: "...a dog."

This was the name Lu Jingzhen gave him when he introduced his inner child to take special care of him. He Congman felt that his inner child was miserable when he thought about it now, and was filled with righteous indignation when Lu Jingzhen yelled at him one by one.

"What dog?" Although Lu Jingzhen asked this question, his body stood up very honestly, and he walked out with his long legs, "Forget it, I can't ask you why, the beating is very fierce? "

"It's, it's okay." He Congman followed Lu Jingzhen out, and looked at him strangely.

Having been with Lu Jingzhen for so long, from his debut to the peak and now when he came out to run an entertainment company, he didn't get anxious much.Except for some work matters, Lu Jingzhen is rarely impatient because of some people.

So He Congman felt that Lu Jingzhen's current appearance was very strange.I don't know who is so sacred that can make Lu Jingzhen, who is now self-cultivating, so anxious.

"It's okay, what's the style of play?" Lu Jingzhen glanced at him, as if he was dissatisfied with the rhetorical techniques he used.

Seeing Lu Jingzhen's appearance, He Congman became more and more curious, and stretched out his hand to draw a rough range for him, "It's just... no, it's not disabled."

Lu Jingzhen immediately stopped in his tracks, turned to look at him and asked, "So serious?"

He Congman was taken aback by his sudden pause, and tried his best to draw another area within the range, "It's, it's okay... there is, there is a face, the face was broken."

"Fuck?" Lu Jingzhen frowned, then suddenly turned around and quickened his pace, his tone became serious, "Is your face broken?"

He was even so serious that He Congman's stuttering became repeated words.

"Yeah." He Congman also followed him to speed up the pace, and asked curiously: "No, but... Boss, why do you call... the child, dog, dog?"

Hearing this, Lu Jingzhen stopped walking as if thinking of something, and turned his head to the reflective glass baffle next to him as a mirror.He took off his glasses, brushed his somewhat messy hair twice, and answered with squinted eyes after he recovered his energy.

"Ex-boyfriends are all dogs."

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Reader Elder: Be happy, and you will be happy too.

He [Press the advertisement persistently] De Congman: No, no.Opening and opening a new article on Valentine's Day, everyone, please take care of me.

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