Tool man quit

Mu Xin glanced at the chair next to Shu Cuilin, her surprised eyes widened a little: "I'm sitting here?"

Not only was he surprised, but everyone else was too.

Even people with bad brains can see that this is a clear distinction.

Mu Hua, who was squeezed into a corner because Feng Jiyong stood up, was pale and pale, and did not dare to look openly, but his nerves were far from strong enough to act as if nothing had happened at this time, and he clenched his loose and hanging hands unconsciously.

Why?He doesn't understand.

Shu Chuilin: "No one else."

His pupils were dark, and he looked at Mu Xin after he said a few words, with an indescribable affirmation of course.

Mu Xin was so courageous, she really sat there after asking clearly.

Anyway, it's not that he didn't sit in front of Shu Cuilin, he even ate chicken wings and poked sweet and sour fish. When he was in Shu Zhai, he still felt strangely familiar.

But there is also a difference, at that time Shu Cuilin was in the main seat, but now, Mu Xin is really in the center of the entire meeting room.

As for Feng Jiyong and Mu Hua standing there, they looked like servants serving the young master.

Mu's heart narrowed, and when she realized this, she deliberately turned around to the opposite side, the old and the young raised their eyebrows, as proud as they could.

Turning around and sitting down, he found that Shu Cuilin was looking at him, his eyes didn't have any meaning, but they seemed extraordinarily light and gentle, and when he looked the other way, they seemed deep and heavy.

Feeling a little embarrassed, I drooped my eyelids in embarrassment.

Feng Jiyong stared at the back of Mu Xin's head, feeling that the breath coming out of his nasal cavity was hot, maybe it was an illusion, but his whole face was burning.

How many years have I not suffered such a great humiliation.

If it wasn't for the fact that Shu Cuilin was here, he might have done the dizzy act of pulling Mu Xin up from the chair.

He kept paying attention to Shu Cuilin all the time, and found that this man, who was always known for his profoundness, seemed to be inexplicably happy, even though he didn't show any obvious signs such as a smile.

In the next moment, Shu Chuilin looked at Feng Jiyong: "I heard that Mr. Feng wants to chase someone away, continue?"

Mu Xin: "..."

I heard... so how long have you been listening at the door? He wasn't very arrogant just now, was he?

Well, it seems there are.

Feng Jiyong has heard many people call him Mr. Feng, he respects and flatters him, and in short, he is full of face. Now, Shu Cuilin's words are not even a trace of joke, but it seems that he has received a slap in the face.

He blushed: "Mr. Shu, this matter was decided by the old Chairman Wei, our two... peace is the most important thing, don't you think so?"

Of course Feng Jiyong knew that the biggest investor in this crew was the Shu family, and he also knew that Shu Cuilin and his young master Wei Yunji had always been at odds.

But when the two countries were at war, the people on the border still communicated with each other. Both the Shu family and the Wei family were giants entrenched in Yancheng. A small crew is like exchanging a bag of grain in a border village. There is no need to make a fuss. ugly.Not to mention Shu Chuilin, even Feng Jiyong, Feng He and others, if not for Mu Hua, would never have paid attention to this crew.

It is well known that the people in power of the two major groups are in trouble, but the subordinates are too subordinate, and there are quite a few people who communicate with each other.

For example, when Mu Xin was replaced this time, Feng Jiyong directly found the person in charge of this investment, a small leader of the Wei family, and it was very easy to replace resources.

Why is there such a big fuss?

"Peace is the most important thing?" Shu Cuilin pondered with downcast eyes, and there was no disdain on his handsome face: "You can't hold back this word, let Wei Shan tell me what you want to do."

Feng Jiyong: "..."

Mu Hua was afraid and aggrieved in his heart, but his rationality told him that this was an excellent opportunity, and he tried his best to act calmly and indignantly: "Mr. Shu, the crew is not surnamed Shu, how can you be so overbearing!"

At this time, everyone was like a quail that had been whipped, and they didn't dare to breathe. It was a good time for him to speak for Feng Jiyong, otherwise why should others treat and defend them differently.

Feng Jiyong's heart felt hot after being reprimanded, he looked at Mu Hua's young face and said, "Master Hua..."

Mu Xin was leaning on the chair to admire Feng Jiyong's chameleon-like expression, but after hearing Mu Hua's words, the Xindao crew really had the surname Shu.

He didn't say it directly, watching the play quietly with some kind of secret pleasure.

Shu Cuilin glanced at Director Nie.

Director Nie had already been popularized when he was brought here, and at this moment he was excited: "Mu Hua, you are enough! This drama is invested by Mr. Shu..."

There is no need to elaborate on the following words, Mu Hua is already dumbstruck.

Shocked and embarrassed, Mu Hua involuntarily looked at Mu Xin, seeing that wicked smile on that handsome face, wished he could break through the cracks in the ground and sneak in.

So that's the case, Mu Xin is really scheming!

Shu Chuilin took a look at Mu Xin and asked Mu Hua to be thrown out.

It's really lost, just one look, the six sons covered their mouths like eagles catching chickens, really slipped out of the conference room, and dropped a sentence in disgust: "It's so noisy!"

Mu Hua: "..."

He didn't say a few words from the beginning to the end, right?

Seeing Mu Hua like this, Feng Jiyong also left quickly, sticking to the base of the wall, probably because sticking to the base of the wall is not easy to carry, or it can reduce the sense of presence.

Twenty minutes ago, everyone who had seen Feng Jiyong pointing Jiangshan: "..."

It turns out that this is one mountain and one mountain is taller.Then he followed the crowd and hurried away. There was nothing he could do about it. The unknown boss sitting in the wheelchair was so strong that it was overwhelming.

After the person left, Mu Xin was still sitting.

Scratching his forehead, Mu Hua was thrown out... For the first time in Kaitianpidi, looking at Shu Cuilin, he felt that this little uncle really didn't recognize him in vain.

I just yelled a few times, and finally vented my anger on him.

Mu Xin was very happy when she was happy, she was almost on the verge of drifting away, and there was no greater revenge than this.

Feeling a little flustered again, I poked my head in the direction of the man in the wheelchair, and asked with some embarrassment: "Little uncle, don't you think I...I..."

He doesn't know how to say it, who wants to speak ill of himself, but it seemed that he was a bit... fierce before

It's just... an old man is very fierce to Feng Jiyong.

Whoops!

He couldn't ask.

Shu Cuilin raised his eyes to look at him, his cold and dark eyes were like the dark cloud-covered night sky in the wilderness, the blackness could absorb all the light, without asking what Mu Xin wanted to say, he said very plainly: "You did a good job."

Mu Xin: "..."

Shu Cuilin: "It can be even better."

Mu Xin held the armrest of the chair with both hands, and leaned forward like a little squirrel begging for pine nuts: "Better?"

Shu Cuilin: "The sixth son can borrow you."

It means that in the future, you don't have to quarrel with irrelevant people, just throw it out.

Mu Xin originally thought that she was good at fighting with the Confucians, but now she sensed the lack of means of handling things, and nodded heavily: "It makes sense."

My heart was full of emotions or emotions, and I was extremely positive: "Little uncle, what do you want to eat, I will do it now."

Shu Chuilin: "Shoot in the afternoon and do it in the evening."

Mu Xin thought about how she had forgotten this, so she agreed not to mention it, chatted with Shu Cuilin and the six sons, and then went to make up.

After getting dressed, he went to the set and found Shu Cuilin sitting under his sun umbrella.

Looking at each other, Mu Xin felt that Shu Cuilin seemed to be in a daze.

Although it was only for a moment, he caught it, and with the familiarity and friendship that the previous people gave him, his naughty energy rose, and he stroked the crimson sleeve robe in a pretentious manner, and moved closer: "Little uncle, what are you thinking?"

The person in front of him was dressed in red and his face was like jade. Shu Cuilin's lips stretched for a moment, and then he relaxed, and said flatly, "The clothes are not bad."