Hi, Mr Ruffian President !

Early in the morning, Huo Tingchen was woken up by the ringing of his cell phone. He opened his sleepy eyes, took a look at the incoming call, and directly threw the mobile phone aside and continued to sleep.

Until the morning light came through the dark curtains and he came in.

The sound of the mobile phone bell spread again. Huo Tingchen's upper body was thin and powerful, and the cover covered the parts below the waist.

He stretched out his long arm, took the phone he had thrown aside, pressed the answer button, and his voice was lazy, "you'd better have something important!"

Huo Tingchen is very angry to get up. Ten, who has been around him for many years, will not be unaware.

"San Shao, something happened!" After ten said that, Huo Tingchen has jumped out of bed, reflecting a perfect figure comparable to a male model in the floor mirror. The lines are symmetrical, and there is not a trace of excess flesh on the whole body.

Forty minutes later, he was sitting on the sofa in his office.

At hand, it was only reported this morning about him and Shen Qingling.

Shen Qingling and Huo Tingchen are not secrets, but they have never been made public.

Two days ago, they just broke up, and now they have been taken advantage of by people who want to report their love.

It was the picture of Huo Tingchen hugging Shen Qingling the night before yesterday. It seemed that he was reluctant to part with him.

"Which newspaper is not afraid of death?" Huo Tingchen's sharp eyes look at ten, see his face embarrassed, Huo Tingchen picked eyebrows, "eh?"

"Yes See you once a week under the stars

Besides the stars, who dares to publish Huo Tingchen's picture.

Huo Tingchen has kneaded the newspapers and periodicals in his hand into a ball. Who can challenge him in such a way as this? Besides Huo yaozun, who else can there be?

Huo Tingchen put his hands in his trouser pocket and pushed open the door of Huo yaozun's office directly. He found that there was a person inside.

Yi Zhiyan -

Huo Tingchen walked over and sat down on the sofa with his eyes on Yi Zhiyan.

She is twenty-five years old. Her skin is very white, but she doesn't have a bit of femininity. Her facial lines outline a perfect facial features, and the whole temperament looks very clean.

"Let's make an appointment to discuss the follow-up questions!"

"OK, thank you, Mr. Huo!"

Yi Zhiyan got up to leave, but he didn't even look at Huo Tingchen.

"You want to sign Yi Zhiyan?" Huo Tingchen touched his chin and looked at him with a deep smile, "has this been approved by me?"

"Third, just sign an artist! I still have this right? "

Huo yaozun said not humbly but not arrogantly. The whole person revealed a sense of calm.

"Other people can, but Yi Zhiyan can't --" Huo Tingchen looked at him sharply. "Big brother, did you release the news about Shen Qingling and me? How can I repay you for stabbing me in the back? "

"This is a misunderstanding. It was photographed by the reporters of Nandu weekly. I was pressed down, but I didn't expect to be reported by them..."

"Oh, so I have to thank you?" Huo Tingchen sneered and stood up from the sofa with his 186 cm body. A clean square scarf was pinned in the upper pocket of his suit. When he did not laugh, it was like an ice sculpture in the cold winter, giving people a sense of oppression.

"If you want to stir up the relationship between our father and son, it's better to be bigger! Shen Qingling is in the past Brother, you know I'm going to get married! At this time, don't give me any more jam! "

Huo Tingchen's whole body sends out the cold meaning, lets the human not be cold but millet.

His steps had already stepped towards the door, but his voice was still strong. "Besides, don't sign Yi Zhiyan. This is my order to you!"

As CEO, he has the right to decide anything.

After Huo Tingchen left the office, Huo yaozun was calm and swept away the things on his desk. The Parker pen in his hand was broken in two by him --

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