"Mr. Gao, next time you do something miserable, it's best to go to a hotel. In the company, there are people working overtime in the early morning. The voice is a little smaller. Team Leader Wen shouted that day, but based on my understanding of women, I mostly pretend.

You will send me a text message next time, please consider the words, otherwise I will send an email to all employees of the company next time."

Wen Yining was concise and concise, "Don't waste resources, just write two words - weakness."

Since then, Gao Minglang has never dared to mess with her again, but the tripping she secretly has become more and more serious.

Wen Yining did not object to Fu Qingqing's complaints, wrote a page of paper on the book, tore it off and handed it to her: "The more detailed the better."

She wants information from relevant personnel.

Fu Qingqing was frustrated. It seemed that she had really taken the opportunity to take the sword with her bare hands.

That night, Wen Yining received Fu Qingqing's summary, "In addition to what can be found on Baidu, I also asked my male classmate to inquire a lot, but the authenticity remains to be tested."

The male classmate next door chased Fu Qingqing in high school and now works as a reporter in a well-known entertainment company. Gossip in the entertainment industry is no problem.

Wen Yining looked at a thick stack of paper, looked at ten lines at a glance, and paid more attention to those who were valuable. He turned over more than a dozen pages, from the top of the brand to the relevant confidential personnel of the fashion night event.

The last five pages, An Lan.

Fu Qingqing is smart in her work. The little girl is already interested in the entertainment industry. She is so precise that An Lan bought a jewelry-like skirt on which month.

The more she said that, the harder she couldn't stop: "I like her acting the most "Let the Spring Breeze Rises". Her acting skills are excellent. My classmate said that people are really beautiful and close-up shots are impeccable.

People are so angry that they are more popular.

But his temper is really bad."

The slower he looked at it from behind, and Wen Yining suddenly stopped moving.

Fu Qingqing stretched out her eyes and saw that she was excited. This was the medal of her mission.

"Who is an active actress who has no backings on the front line, but she is really the best at achieving resources like An Lan."

Fu Qingqing leaned over: "Do you know Yahui Group?"

Yahui Group, its predecessor, has a well-known name. Shanghai Tang Family is a century-old famous company. The Hong Kong Trade Fair set sail in the 19th century. The Tang Family followed the trend of the times, expanded its territory, and gained a foothold in Victoria, which was deep in waters and broad in Hong Kong.

Then he returned to his hometown in Shanghai, and developed without any fear of honor and disgrace, and was quite low-key.

"The board of directors changed a few years ago and the new CEO passed the board unanimous vote."

Fu Qingqing's eyes seemed to be burning, "The CEO is so handsome and very young. If he hadn't kept his private life low-key and confidential, he would have become an internet celebrity."

She was so excited that she suppressed her voice and said, "An Lan's true backer is this Mr. Tang."

Perhaps because the little girl's voice was too jumping, Wen Yining actually broke for a few seconds.

She had no idea what the two-minute hail that suddenly fell in the midsummer and the extreme weather always meant.

Combined with this unlucky Monday, the charming and beautiful image are unfavorable for the passing of the year.

Wen Yining tightened the paper's fingers and secretly competed. He hurt himself before letting go half a beat.

The eyes fell on the last line of the information, three words:
Chapter completed!