4, the most despicable threat 1

The next day, Mu Yan went to the studio to match the models in the magazine as usual. He went to Gu Mingjun's place early in the morning to briefly report on today's work arrangements, picked up his coat and was ready to go out.

"Wait a minute, Mu Yan." Beauty director Kong Yier stood up and said, "Are you going to the studio? We plan to launch the New Year's makeup series, and we would like to ask you to help the model match the clothes.

Mu Yan is a little embarrassed: "What do you design makeup and hairstyle look like? If you want me to match it out of thin air, the effect may not be good."

"Then I'll go to the studio with you." Kong Yier put on her coat and went out with Mu Yan.

Lin An'an looked at the back of the two leaving in a daze. Du Yue, who stood beside her and looked for documents, whispered in her ear and deliberately said, "The golden boy and jade girl both went out, and Miss Bihua felt sad and resentful."

Lin An'an glanced at her: "With this effort to make a poem, it's better to write two more manuscripts."

Du Yue rolled up the document and knocked on her head, frowned and said, "Just looking at the back, I think they are really a good match."

Lin An'an was so angry that he gritted his teeth, but it was not easy to attack.

At noon, the three of them had dinner together, and Du Yue was still deliberately teasing her: "Do you think Mu Yan and Kong Yier are eating lunch face to face like us?"

Lin An'an just pretended not to hear, imagined the rice as Du Yue's face, and puffed up his cheeks and chewed hard.

Xiao Ling didn't seem to hear the meaning of Du Yue's words and said seriously, "It's not that you haven't been to the studio. You've always been very busy on the day of shooting. It's good to finish the boxed lunch when you have time."

"Really?" Lin An'an was overjoyed.

"Of course. However, no matter how tired you are, you will be more tired than holding a pile of clothes and shoes and maintaining a lovely smile in front of Mu Yan yesterday.

Xiao Ling squeezed her eyebrows at Du Yue, and the two laughed.

Lin An'an was so angry that he picked up the plate and was about to leave. Du Yue quickly grabbed her.

Xiao Ling's topic changed: "Do you remember the reason why I said I asked about Gu Mingjun's transfer?"

"You already know!" Once again, the two of them admired Xiao Ling's ability to inquire about intelligence.

Xiao Ling pouted disdainfully: "This is already an open secret in Shanghai. Gu Mingjun was transferred because of his improper relationship with the wife of the chairman of the group.

"Mrs. Chairman!"

"Unfair relationship!"

Xiao Ling nodded: "The chairman probably felt that there was no reason to fire a senior management for no reason, and he was also worried that some rumors would suddenly spread to him, so he transferred Gu Mingjun to Beijing and demoted him. It seemed that he hoped that he could resign by himself. Unexpectedly, he handled everything in Shanghai and lived in Beijing in peace. I don't know what kind of medicine this gourd is.

Hearing this, Du Yue seemed to remember something: "I remember that I seemed to have heard a colleague in Shanghai that the chairman's wife seemed to be very **. She was still dressed like a little girl when she was old. The family is very rich. It is said that at the beginning, their family paid for this enterprise run by the chairman! No wonder the chairman doesn't dare to do anything even if he is cuckolded.

Lin An'an slapped the table: "The president actually likes that kind of fox spirit. Why don't he like the chairman? Didn't you say that the chairman is the kind of person who jumps high when he steps on his tail? I like the elegant uncle and the hot little white CP the most.

"An'an feels so cute when she says that."

Three heads came together, and YY went through Gu Mingjun and the chairman.

***

Gu Mingjun usually came back later than Lin An'an, but he came back particularly late today on purpose. He thought about changing Lin An'an's room into a study. The lighting there is good. If you paint it with goose-yellow paint and the ebony desk and bookcase, you can completely kill a lazy afternoon.

Gu Mingjun opened the door while thinking about how to decorate the room after dinner outside.

The room is dark, and there is no light in Lin An'an's room. It seems that she has moved away.

Gu Mingjun walked to the wine cabinet and thought that he should have a drink to celebrate. The sound of the TV woke up Lin An'an, who was sleeping on the terrace. She threw the magazine covering her chest on the ground, rubbed her eyes with one hand and grabbed her back with the other, and staggered over.

"President, you're back."

Gu Mingjun, who was pouring wine, was so scared that he didn't knock over the glass and shouted, "Why are you here?"

"Why am I here? Have you traveled? Hello, Qin Shihuang, when you see Hu Ge, please tell him for me. It's easy to endocrine disorders when you always play this kind of brain-damaged TV series. Lin An'an saw half a glass of red wine at a glance and drank it all. "Ah, my mind is much clearer. This wine seems to be good, is there any more?

Gu Mingjun grabbed the glass and put it heavily on the table: "I ask you, shouldn't you move away today? Why are you still here?

"Move, move away." Lin An'an woke up and immediately showed a dry and smiling face to accompany him, "Oh, moving, moving, this moving..."

Gu Mingjun understood her expression as soon as he saw it: "You don't forget it all, do you?"

"It's not clean, just a little bit, a little bit..." Lin An'an dared not remember. She patted her head, "No wonder I always feel like I haven't done anything these days. So that's it."

"You, now, get out of here."

"The president's face is so scary when it's serious."

Gu Mingjun was furious when he saw that he couldn't drive away. He walked three steps and two steps in front of Lin An's house and pushed the door open: "Look at this. Is this the place where human beings live? I absolutely can't stand such a room in my house.

"The chaos is a little messy, but the chaos is orderly." Lin An'an got in, pointed to the bed and said, "Look, the quilt and changed clothes are **..."

Gu Mingjun looked at it and saw that the quilts and sheets were mixed together. The pillows could no longer be found, and the plush toys were piled up with half a bed. The changed underwear belt stubbornly emerged from the pile of clothes.

"Books are all on the ground..."

Magazines and beauty books all over the ground have blocked the floor, and the original color can't be seen at all. Empty beverage cans and food packaging bags can be seen everywhere, as well as the smell of spoiled food emitted from nowhere.

"The clothes are all in the wardrobe..."

No matter from which point of view, it can't be called a wardrobe. All the clothes were stuffed in randomly, and all the clothes that couldn't be stuffed were put into the paper bags of countless specialty stores nearby. If this pile of things appears on the roadside, there should be a garbage incineration station next to it.

"The cosmetics are all on the table..."

All kinds of scattered bottles and cans may stand or fall, and the laptop has long been submerged in the army of hairpins and jewelry. If it hadn't been for a wire still connected to the socket alone, no one would have thought that something would have been buried underneath.

"It's simply neat classification and orderly division!"

"It's simply a garbage house. You can pack it up for me now. Whether you go to a friend's house or a hotel, or even go to the company, I don't care. Just leave tonight.

Lin An'an didn't expect Gu Mingjun to be real with her, and suddenly became angry: "How can you go out at night on such a cold day? Besides, Sister Xin promised to live with me. President, you came first and then. Do you respect the old and love the young?"

"This is my home. You think it's a special seat for the elderly and the disabled on the bus! I have a contract. If I want you to move, you have to move.

"If the colleagues in the club know that the senior management who once flirted with the chairman's wife lived with their female subordinates on the first day after being demoted to Beijing, what do you think they will think?"

"You..." Gu Mingjun's face instantly changed from blood red to pale.

Hit, he slammed the door heavily and entered his room, leaving Lin An'an to stand alone.