Wu Hong said he was just taking a look, but the employees of Creative Media disagreed. No matter which major meeting of Creative Media, everyone would see that the main seats were always empty.

Wu Hong paused for a moment. Faced with the feeling of being watched by everyone, Wu Hong did not walk in after all. Not far after he left, the quiet studio once again returned to its previous bustle.

Walking past two large office areas, employees frequently took the initiative to say hello. Among them, creative veterans such as Xing Yan and Sister Jiang would come up and say a few words.

Not long after, Wu Hong escaped and followed the clanging reception to the financial director's office. After expressing his gratitude to the receptionist, Wu Hong personally knocked on the ajar wooden door.

"Come in!" Fan Yunbing continued to stare at the various documents and reports in front of her, without raising her head. When she noticed that the footsteps of the visitor were a little unusual, she raised her head and faced Wu Hong with a chuckle on his face.[

Rub rub rub~

Fan Yunbing stepped on slender high heels and hurriedly ran out from behind the elegant desk, quickly came to the door, glanced around quickly, then gently closed the door and closed the safety door.

"Huh?" Before Wu Hong's butt landed on the leather sofa, seeing Fan Yunbing's series of actions, he couldn't help but said in surprise: "Sister Bing, what are you doing? You look like you are a thief with a guilty conscience?"

Fan Yunbing is wearing high-cut and close-fitting black trousers today, and her beautiful hip line is clearly visible. Her upper body is covered with a floral silk long-sleeved shirt, which is solemn and versatile.

"How long has it been since you came to see me? From the first morning when you came back to today, you can do the math for yourself~" Fan Yunbing leaned on the edge of the desk with her buttocks raised and her arms back on the table, looking like she was working hard.

The posture of questioning guilt.

Wu Hong leaned back, pretended to be tired and squeezed his seal and said: "Oh, I've been too busy lately, and I'm rushing people to do everything..."

Fan Yun snorted coldly: "This is not a reason~"

When Wu Hong saw that this trick didn't work, he had to stand up angrily and walked to Fan Yunbing. Seeing the smile on the pretty face in front of him gradually increasing, he suggested: "Why don't I treat you to a big dinner? Forget it.

As compensation?"

Fan Yunbing hugged Wu Hong's neck with both arms. She leaned close to him, her bright lips covered with lip gloss came close to him.

Wu Hong naturally held his slender waist, gave a symbolic kiss to his soft lips and said: "Okay, this is in the company..." Before he finished speaking, Fan Yunbing had already taken the initiative to wrap his arms around him. The sweet soul

The tongue penetrated through the gap between the lips.

This charming fairy~

His hands naturally fell back on his hips. Wu Hong opened his lips, took the spiritual tongue in his mouth, and tasted it slowly.

With obvious resentment, Fan Yunbing invaded Wu Hong's mouth with her spiritual tongue, and began to sweep it away with abandon. Wu Hong gently rubbed the attractive buttocks under his palms, wrapped his tongue around the other person quickly, and attacked back with overwhelming force.

Hmm...

Soon, Fan Yunbing was able to resist, her cheeks red and whimpering.

After a long time, their lips parted, Wu Hong shrugged and said, "Are you satisfied now?"

"Humph, how can it be that easy?" Fan Yunbing's arrogant expression showed, and she leaned forward again with moist soft lips: "I want more~"

Wu Hong finally lost his temper. He slapped his sexy buttocks and said, "Why are you disobedient? After all, you are also a financial director. You have to pay attention to your influence in the company, right?"

At this point, Fan Yunbing had to hold her mouth and walked back to the desk, sat down there, and continued to work. When Wu Hong saw this, he felt a little unbearable, and slowly walked to the back of the other person's chair and put his hands on him.

Her soft shoulders were massaged while she said: "How about tonight?" [

After hearing this, Fan Yunbing jumped up, hugged Wu Hong's cheek and kissed him.

Wu Hong laughed. It turned out that Sister Bing, who had always been straightforward, could also play tricks.

After succeeding, Fan Yunbing looked at the financial statements and brought up the topic just now: "What kind of dinner are you going to have tonight?"

Regarding the agreement with Mu Tiantian, Wu Hong thought that he would bring the three Leng Qinglian girls with him to avoid any embarrassment during the dinner. Speaking of which, Wu Hong really couldn't handle Mu Tiantian, who was very smart.

“How about a French meal?”

Fan Yunbing put her chin on her hands and said, "Okay, that's it. You can go talk to Qinglian. I have a lot of documents here. I'll try to finish them before I get off work so that I can enjoy your feast."

Wu Hong originally wanted to tell her that there was a girl he wanted to eat with, but when his words came to his lips, he changed to: "Be careful not to be too tired~"

After leaving the financial director's office, Wu Hong found the vice chairman's office. In addition to the sisters Leng Qinglian and Leng Xinmeng, there was also the manager of the planning department sitting inside. Seeing Wu Hong's arrival, Leng Qinglian quickly followed

The manager explained a few words and then sent him away.

Leng Qinglian glanced at Leng Xinmeng who was moved, poured a glass of water for Wu Hong herself, and said in a lip-syncing voice: "Fan Yaojie, have you all been comforted?"

Leng Xinmeng's faint voice came: "Sister, if you have any questions, please communicate directly. Treat me as if I don't exist. Don't be sneaky."

"Have you ever said that about your sister?" Leng Qinglian scolded her with her sister's airs.

Leng Xinmeng raised her head, glanced at Wu Hong, shook her head and said: "I really don't understand, how can you and Sister Bing, two strong women, fall into the irredeemable sibling love complex? I think this guy is very

It’s ordinary~”

Wu Hong curled his lips and made an exaggerated expression towards Leng Qinglian. He was already accustomed to Leng Xinmeng's teasing.

"Sister Lian, Xinmeng, how about inviting you to a French dinner tonight?"

Leng Qinglian immediately clapped her hands and said: "Okay, I haven't eaten in a long time."

"Oh, who else is there?" Leng Xinmeng buried her head in silence and said.

Wu Hong rubbed his hands and said: "Actually, there is no one there, just Sister Bing, you two, and a little nurse Mu Tiantian."

"Huh?" The two women almost said in unison and cast questioning glances at him.

"In the past few days, I cured an aunt's condition. Mu Tiantian, as the hospital's nurse, worked with me for three days and three nights. I just treated her to a big meal to express my gratitude. In addition.

I have just identified two candidates, and you will meet one of them later."

Leng Qinglian had a look on her face and said she believed Wu Hong's explanation. Leng Xinmeng also had a look on her face, but she didn't believe his explanation at all.

Suddenly, Leng Xinmeng dropped the pen in her hand and pressed her head with a look of pain on her face.

"What's wrong, Xinmeng?" Leng Qinglian asked quickly.[

Wu Hong quickly came to her side, put his fingers on her white wrist, and took her pulse carefully. After a while, Leng Xinmeng withdrew his arm. His face returned to normal, except for the fine beads of sweat remaining on his forehead, which seemed to be nothing.

It never happened.

Seeing Wu Hong's thoughtful expression, Leng Qinglian said with concern: "How is it? Is there any problem?".

"It's strange. It's just because there's nothing wrong with it. It's strange. Xinmeng, how long have you had this headache? What's the specific situation?"

Leng Xinmeng still didn't forget to contradict her: "Aren't you a miracle doctor? Why didn't you test anything just now?"

"Oh, Xinmeng. You have such a bad temper. Please tell me about it. Don't make me anxious."

"It's been a week, and this is the third time it's happened. The pain is severe and lasts about two minutes. The first two times were at night, so you don't know." This strange disease seemed to touch Leng Xinmeng's sensitive mind,

He couldn't help but feel a lot colder as he spoke.

Wu Hong understood her heart. Anyone who always had inexplicable headaches would not be in a good mood.

"Is it because the original witch soul was not killed?"

Leng Xinmeng shook her head lightly and said: "Probably not, the feeling is completely different. In addition to the headache, I often dream about scenes and things in that world at night, which makes me unable to rest well all night, and every time

They’re all very different.”

Leng Qinglian grabbed Wu Hong's arm and said, "You must think of a way~"

"Would you like to go to the hospital for a detailed examination?" Wu Hong suggested.

Leng Xinmeng sighed leisurely and said: "You can't even get any results from your pulse diagnosis. What answer can you get from going to the hospital?" Wu Hong looked at Leng Qinglian and saw that her expression was similar.

In spite of his words, Leng Xinmeng still recognized his magical acupuncture skills in his heart. But the symptoms of this headache, even from the perspective of ancient medicine, have many pathogenesis mechanisms. In just two minutes

For a long time, Wu Hong found almost no clues.

The phone on the desk rang, and Leng Qinglian went into work with a gloomy mind. Wu Hong took the water glass, walked to the guest sofa, and secretly communicated with Alice.

"Leng Xinmeng must be right. When she had a headache this time, the bioelectric wave fluctuations in her brain were obviously different from when she was possessed by a witch. And I felt that when she had the attack just now, her mind was in chaos. I

I don’t think this has anything to do with her duplicitous temper." Alice said with a determined tone.

"That's weird~" When Wu Hong diagnosed the pulse just now, he felt that the other party's brain activity was abnormally active, but there were no special pathological characteristics. In other words, according to his pulse diagnosis results, Leng Xinmeng was in good health and had no symptoms at all.

sick.

At this time, Wu Hong could not imagine that this weird headache was closely related to the majestic memory left by the witch in the Nascent Soul stage.

Unable to think of an answer, Wu Hong put the matter aside for the time being. Anyway, he would have been in the country during this period. If there was an emergency, he would be able to take care of it.

Not long after, the office door rang, and it was Tang Xiaowan who had taken off her makeup.

Leng Qinglian immediately walked around the desk and came over. Leng Xinmeng also diligently made Tang Xiaowan a cup of tea.

"Lieutenant Colonel Tang, I really didn't expect you to come to our company to shoot an advertisement. This is the first time for our creative cultural media." Leng Qinglian smiled and greeted.

Tang Xiaowan took the tea cup, glanced at Wu Hong with a smile and said, "I was forced by someone to have no choice but to come here to do business."

"Well, Lieutenant Colonel Tang, if you participate in this commercial, it won't affect your exposure or anything, right?"

Tang Xiaowan waved her hand and said: "It doesn't matter. Having an additional identity will make it more deceitful. Like me, I am now the nurse of the military commander." After saying that, she gave Wu Hong a meaningful look.
Chapter completed!