The darkness in Zhai Wenjun's heart finally broke out, and he stopped pretending. After his expression became serious, he scolded Zhao Yixin.

"Zhao Yixin! What are you hiding there for? Come here! Sneaky, sneaky, useless thing!"

Zhao Yixin was confused.

I didn't say a word...

What's wrong with me?

But he still had to bite the bullet, walked over, and quickly smiled: "Mr. Zhai, I..."

"Why are you laughing? You are said to be fat and you are out of breath? Give you some sunshine and you will shine, give you some flood and you will flood, give you some color and you will open a dyeing room?"

The more Zhai Wenjun talked, the angrier he became, and his voice became louder and louder. He even stepped forward and couldn't help kicking Zhao Yixin, and cursed: "You ungrateful thing!"

Fang Qiwen looked at this scene coldly.

She knew very well that the other party was referring to Sang and Huai, and was giving her eye drops.

Zhao Yixin held his sore buttocks with a look of shock on his face.

In so many years in the company, it was the first time I saw Mr. Zhai lose control of his emotions, and it was also the first time he was kicked so blatantly in public.

Before Mr. Zhai could continue to get angry, he quickly shouted: "Wait a minute, Mr. Zhai, I have something to report!"

Zhai Wenjun's eyes flickered, and he finally took a deep breath, suppressed the irritability in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Speak!"

Zhao Yixin glanced at Fang Qiwen.

Zhai Wenjun smiled, as if there were countless steel knives hidden in his smile.

"Do you want to report to Mr. Fang? That's fine."

Zhao Yixin was dumbfounded and said quickly: "No..."

Zhai Wenjun said coldly: "Then is there anything you can't say in front of Mr. Fang? Huh? Or do you only do some shady things?"

Zhao Yixin was extremely aggrieved. He really hit the target today, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell the details about Xiangjiang Music Radio's invitation to Han Sen.

Zhai Wenjun was stunned.

Even Fang Qiwen was stunned.

"Xiangjiang Music Radio, invite Han Sen?"

Zhai Wenjun murmured to himself, his tone somewhat doubtful about life.

Fang Qiwen suddenly smiled: "This is a good thing! Zhao Yixin, as a manager, you should tell your artists about this immediately. Don't be so unopinionated. I ask Mr. Zhai for advice on everything. So what do you want me to do?"

Mr. Zhai has so many things to do, he is already busy enough, and he is not interested in these small things... Why are you still standing here and staring blankly? Why don't you go and inform Han Sen?"

Zhai Wenjun also smiled, but his eyes were terrifyingly cold.

"Okay, okay!"

Zhao Yixin shivered, and finally couldn't bear the terrifying aura of the scene, turned around and ran away quickly.

Zhai Wenjun slowly turned around and looked at Fang Qiwen: "Mr. Fang, what a joke."

Fang Qiwen ignored him.

Now that she has openly broken up with each other, how can she be so conciliatory with the other party?

He turned around and left on high heels, leaving Zhai Wenjun with a beautiful back view.

Zhai Wenjun suddenly felt that his blood pressure had risen a little.

"Smelly woman, do you want to fuck me?"

He took a deep breath, suddenly his face became ferocious, the veins on his neck were exposed, and he finally lost control of his emotions. He couldn't hold it back anymore, and he suddenly raised his hand and slapped the door of the conference room with a bang.

"Looking for death! Ouch...it hurts!"

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Chapter completed!