While Liang Zhenyang notified all artists to prepare for the meeting, Annie wearing a suit skirt, holding a briefcase to Xiao Yun's office door.
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As Annie pushed in, Xiao Yun stopped things that was busy in his hand. When he saw what she was holding in her hand, smiled slightly, "Gather it so soon?"
Annie, like a robot, replied unsally: "Zhang Sizhen has always been accustomed to deceiving female artists to participate in unruly parties.
Having said that, Annie took out a few documents from the official document and continued: "If you are willing to cooperate with our victims, there are four now."
Xiao Yun took the documents and looked at it. The look on his face was a little funny, but more, it was a touch of spicy.
Seeing Xiao Yun's expression, Annie probably speculated what he was going to take these evidence to do.
While appreciating his iron -blooded wrist, Annie couldn't help but sigh.
In retrospect, when he first saw Xiao Yun, he was still a general doctor who was afraid of his feet. In front of the young lady, although he did not show the gesture of the Ah.
Aware of it keenly.
Maybe because of his mother, Xiao Yun, who used to be a little bit bad, sometimes even made people feel that he would not refuse.
The old lady was for him, but she was not very wronged.
But who can think of, unknowingly, Xiao Yun today is gradually becoming confident, and there is no longer hesitant to the bottom of the eyes, and there is even a calm posture.
Especially after returning from Miao Xinjiang, I don't know why. Annie always felt that she saw a hot light from Xiao Yun's eyes, like ambitions, and she was angry.
At this moment, she seemed to understand the mood of the young lady. In Xiao Yun, there are indeed many possibilities.
"very good."
Xiao Yun combined the document, looked up at Annie and laughed: "Trouble you, Annie, please ask you to drink coffee."
After hearing the words, Annie still had a face, and a pair of public public spokes: "Mr. Xiao is polite. This is what I should do. If there is nothing else, then I will go first."
After speaking, I left the office respectfully.
Looking at her appearance, Xiao Yun couldn't help shaking his head with funnyly. No wonder it would become a close secretary of Xueer. The temperament of these two people was exactly the same, cold and inside!
... ...
After half an hour.
Xiao Yun just walked into the big conference room, and there was a sharp and sharp words in his ear: "Oh, everyone, this Xiao, this always let us come to meet, why is he be late?"
This tone is not what others say. It was Zhang Siyi, who had torn her skin with Xiao Yun yesterday, and she said around her agent who had been fired by the company, Liu Jing.
Hearing the words, Xiao Yun looked down subconsciously and looked at the time on the mobile phone.
He asked Liang Zhenyang to inform the meeting at nine o'clock. Now it happens to be 9.31. There are still some artists in the conference room who have not arrived, but Zhang Sizhen said strangely that he was late.
I'm too lazy to ignore her, sit directly on the main position.