The whole world knows he has a crush on me

The door of 448 was knocked twice, but no one answered, but the heavy metal music inside was loud.

Qu Ning frowned indistinctly, and pushed the door open.

The voice from the door rolled out all of a sudden, directly filling the entire cochlea. He closed his eyes and suppressed the repulsion in his chest.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Lin Ling in there?"

After a few seconds, a lazy voice replied, "Who are you?"

The inside was filled with smoke, Qu Ning took a look, walked in, and the door automatically closed behind him.

"Hello, I'm a staff member of the President's Office of Nanfeng Media, and I'm here to talk to you about today's hot topic."

The man in the middle is wearing makeup, and Qu Ning can vaguely tell from this unedited, unfiltered face that this is today's protagonist.

"What Mr. Bo means is that I hope that Mr. Lin will be honest—er, I hope you rest for a while, and we can talk about anything after the heat subsides."

Lin Ling took a sip of the wine slowly, and his expression became subtle: "Do you really not understand or fake?"

"The new boss looked like he had never been in the entertainment industry. This situation is of course a draft to write a soft article. At that time, it was that woman who seduced me, and I just made a mistake that every man would make. The fans said Maybe it will turn around and say that she rubbed off on my popularity, is it an idiot not to take advantage of such a large amount of traffic?"

Qu Ning did not expect Lin Ling to be so courageous, daring to confront his immediate boss, but he also heard that he was once the secret lover of a certain boss... Maybe he is really used to being confident.

Qu Ning took a few steps forward and stood in front of him amidst howling ghosts and wolves: "I'm just here to tell you the result of Mr. Bo's handling of this matter, not to deal with your problem again." The implication is that Lin Ling is now half-abandoned by the company , all PR departments will not do what he says.

Sure enough, Lin Ling straightened up, "Do you know who I am? Do you know how many fans I have? Are you trying to make things big?"

Qu Ning: "It depends on whether Mr. Lin cooperates."

Lin Ling suddenly sneered, and she was still a little afraid of capital: "No way, I am willing to cooperate, but the communication can't be so dry. I think you look good, why don't you sit down and have a good chat? Let's have a good talk. Say it."

Qu Ning looked around, pulled the satchel to his chest, took out a tissue from the mouth of the duck, and wiped the seat of the box meticulously.

A set of actions does not hurt much, but is extremely insulting.

Lin Ling was really drunk and said angrily: "What do you mean, you think I'm dirty?!"

Qu Ning said nicely, "Haha, no."

Lin Ling: "Then why are you laughing!"

Qu Ning became serious: "I'm sorry, sorry, I remembered something funny."

Lin Ling: "...are you fucking perfunctory?"

Qu Ning: "Where is that? I just want to have a good communication with Mr. Lin. After finishing the work, hello, me, hello, everyone."

Lin Ling snorted and squinted at him: "You call the new boss now, I've already told you the plan, just do it like that, and if the wind direction is under control, this matter will make me even more popular and make the company more popular. Get another one, it’s always been done before.”

Not long after Qu Ning returned to China, he didn't know much about the domestic entertainment industry, so he looked at the problem from a purely dialectical perspective.

"But if you do this, you look like a scum... Oh, I'm sorry."

Lin Ling's assistant glanced at Qu Ning several times, and was impressed by this soft-looking person. The person came in with a few words, and Lin Ling, who was normally calm, couldn't sit still.

Qu Ning had contacted a psychologist for a period of time in the past few years, so he imitated this way: "Your mentality is sick, we can't shrink back when we encounter things, we must keep clear and rational, and be positive. I think Lin The gentleman's mentality is not very good, and it is not a gentleman's character for a man to insult women for no reason."

Lin Ling kicked the table angrily, and a wine glass fell at Qu Ning's feet.

"You mean I'm crazy? Who dares to talk to me like that? I can't get you, a small worker, to teach me!"

Qu Ning blinked, "Ah, that's it, I'm sorry."

Lin Ling: "..." You fucking.

"In short, this is what Mr. Bo means. If you have other opinions, you can talk to Mr. Bo himself. I think it will be more effective."

According to Bo Jiu's style of doing things, he will get twice the result with half the effort so that he won't have to come back in this life.

Qu Ning carefully stuffed the exposed small tissue into the duck's mouth, lingered around the ear for a while, and took off the other hearing aid.

Too noisy.

My ears hurt.

Anyway, the words are finished, and it is not considered passive sabotage.

"That's it first, you are busy first, I'm leaving." Qu Ning stood up while speaking, but saw a man who looked like an assistant blocking the door.

Qu Ning turned around: "Is Mr. Lin still busy?"

Lin Ling saw that he was silent, and said for a while, "You are pretty and eye-catching."

Qu Ning said politely: "Thank you, but your appearance seems to be a little different from the picture."

The more Lin Ling was stabbed, the more excited he felt: "Who doesn't like a beauty with a temper. In this way, if you drink three glasses of wine here today, let's offset this unhappiness, how about it?"

Some people are always so confident that they are speechless.

Qu Ning withdrew his gaze from Lin Ling's lips, and said soberly: "But I didn't do anything wrong, it's because you didn't cooperate, or if you drank six glasses of wine, I wouldn't sue President Bo, can this be offset? "

Lin Ling stood up all of a sudden. His height was not fake, and he looked a little bluffing for a while.

"Sue your mother, will you drink or not!"

Qu Ning: "Excuse me, can you say it again?"

Lin Ling: "Do you want to drink or not!"

Qu Ning's fingers moved slightly: "I can't hear you, sorry to say it again?"

Lin Ling picked up the wine glass, stepped on the coffee table and jumped towards Qu Ning.

At this moment, the door of the box was pushed from the outside, no one noticed, only the assistant hesitantly poked his head.

In the next second, a huge force struck, the assistant was slammed and fell to the ground, and then a pair of superior long legs appeared in front of everyone.

Qu Ning turned his head and looked over, and saw a man standing at the door with a coat on his shoulders, with sweat running out on his forehead.

The scene in front of him coincided with the alley in his memory.

A group of bastards turned his schoolbag upside down.

But Bo Jiu, who had already returned home from school, appeared miraculously. At that time, he was out of reach without a suit and leather shoes, but a school uniform and shirt gave people a full sense of security.

Punks ask, who are you.

Just like Lin Ling now.

And the familiar answer was the same as back then, even if he put on the indifferent disguise of an adult, it would be difficult to cover up the ruthlessness and protection in his bones.

"I am your father."

The author has something to say:

The "judgment" in the last chapter was written like that on purpose: D

The essence of this book is to release the flow of emotions. The character of the characters unfolds slowly like a picture scroll. It is difficult to locate a chapter or two. Bo Jiu has an indifferent side. Everyone has indifferent emotions, but it does not prevent him from being able to tease and coax others. speak harsh words