Chapter 232 Crossing the Street Mouse

Nangong Shuiyue stopped, turned around, looked calmly at the innermost part of the conference room and said, "Is there anything else?"

I saw a middle-aged fat man with short hair and a national face bowed his body and couldn't look at his face. He said respectfully, "Chairman, the stock of our group fell sharply today, which has caused panic in the company. What do you think we should do now?"

Nangong Shuiyue's eyes flashed a glimmer of light, but it soon disappeared and regained her original serious expression.

Finally, Nangong Shuiyue sighed in her heart, then moved her eyebrows and asked the fat man who was still bowing coldly, "You want to say that today's news has affected the company's stocks."

Nangong Shuiyue did not ask in a questionable tone, but said calmly but affirmatively.

"This." The big fat man raised his head slightly and glanced aside, but soon he lowered his head again and said nervously, "It's not necessarily today's news. I think the stock decline must be affected by many reasons. I will find the reason from the company I am responsible for, but I hope the chairman can give me some advice, so that I It's a detour."

After listening to the big fat man's words, the corners of her mouth were slightly raised, and the expression on her face also became a little joking.

At this time, a handsome middle-aged man walked to Nangong Shuiyue and scolded the fat man: "Sun Kongqing, shut up your stinky mouth. What's so strange about the rise and fall of stocks!? This is the law of the market, make a fuss! Can our group's stocks fall just because of a rumor? This is a stock market, not a child's family!"

"Yes! What the deputy director taught is!" Sun Kongqing bent his waist lower and said more respectfully.

"Okay! There is nothing to go back to work separately. Nangong Desheng gave the order and said.

When everyone saw the vice chairman's words, they quickly walked out of the conference room.

Soon, there were only two people left in the conference room, Nangong Shuiyue and Nangong Desheng. Nangong Desheng walked to the seat where Sun Kongqing was sitting just now, picked up a newspaper on the conference table, took a look, and then suddenly patted the table angrily, "Slander! This is simply slander!"

Nangong Desheng raised the newspaper and said with distorted facial features, "I'm going to sue them!" I'm going to sue them for bankruptcy! This is simply naked-naked slander!"

"Duncle! I'm fine." Nangong Shuiyue looked at Nangong Desheng and said gratefully.

"Shuiyue, don't worry, your uncle will help you deal with this matter. Don't be affected by this news." Nangong Desheng said with concern.

"Thank you, uncle!" Nangong Shuiyue said more gratefully.

"We are a family, don't be like this. However, Shuiyue, as you know, now that the three of them have become tigers, don't get too close to that Han Feng in the future, which will have a bad influence on your family. Nangong Desheng patted Nangong Shuiyue on the shoulder and said.

"I'll take care of it." Nangong Shuiyue said calmly.

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In an alley behind the apartment where Han Feng lived, there were two people standing, one tall and powerful, and the same tall, but not powerful.

"Brother Zhao, is it safe here?" Han Feng pressed his voice and asked Zhao Tianqi, who was exploring the way in front of him.

"Safe, there is no one in front." Zhao Tianqi also said in a low voice.

Han Feng was extremely aggrieved. What is this? Since that news release, he has been like a street mouse. He walked well on the road. When he went out, he was already wearing sunglasses and deliberately changed his hairstyle. He didn't expect to be recognized.

At first, Han Feng didn't know what had happened. He walked around and surrounded many people, which made Han Feng feel very strange. At first, he thought it was those fans who came to ask for autographs, but then what happened made him sweat coldly.

These people surrounded Han Feng, and there was an anger on everyone's face. These people surrounded Han Feng, and then Han Feng felt a buzzing and scolding in his ear.

These people pointed to Han Feng with their hands and feet. Because of excitement, they spit and swear words, as if Han Feng was the modern version of the big gray wolf. If he was not guilty of beating people, I believe that Han Feng would have been killed long ago.

Fortunately, Han Feng was clever. At the most dangerous time, he cleverly escaped from the chaos with his own skills. Even so, Han Feng still felt afraid for a while.

Who knew that when he returned to the residence, the downstairs of his apartment was also surrounded by reporters holding long guns and short cannons. In desperation, Han Feng could only follow Zhao Tianqi to the alley behind the apartment.

"Ding!" The elevator finally reached the floor of his apartment. Han Feng first leaned out his head and looked left and right to make sure that there was no abnormality before coming out of the elevator.

Han Feng walked out of his door, took out the key in his pocket, and opened the door. As soon as he opened the door, there was a nice shout in the living room: "Who!?"

Han Feng opened the door. When he was about to open his mouth to speak, he felt something flying in front of him. subconsciously, Han Feng stretched out his right hand and steadily grabbed the thing flying towards him.

When I put it in front of my eyes, I found that it was a very cartoon slipper. Han Feng knew as soon as he saw the slipper. Liu Panpan was at home.

"It's me! Looking forward to it!" Han Feng was afraid that Liu Panpan would throw another slipper over, and quickly said as he stretched out the light in the living room.

Just as Han Feng was about to touch the switch, Liu Panpan's voice sounded: "Don't turn on the light!"

Han Feng stopped the movement in his hand and asked doubtfully, "What's wrong?"

"There are reporters below." Liu Panpan curled up on the sofa and looked at Han Feng and said.

"It's okay. Anyway, they don't know which building I am." Han Feng said with a smile.

"But, but." Before Liu Panpan finished speaking, Han Feng turned on the switch, and the originally dim living room was immediately illuminated by the light.

Liu Panpan subconsciously covered his eyes with his hand, and his eyes were slightly closed.

From her reaction, it can be seen that she has been in the living room without lights for a long time.

There was a burst of warmth in Han Feng's heart. Liu Panpan was already afraid of the dark. In order not to expose her residence, she actually overcame the fear in her heart and stayed in the living room without lights on. Although the reporters don't know which floor they live on.

Han Feng was moved, but he didn't know how to express it. He walked to Liu Panpan, and then gently said to Liu Panpan, who was still curled up on the sofa, "I haven't cooked for you for a long time. I'll make you some snacks for you."

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