"It's so boring. I think recently that people should live beautifully, do things all day long, and be like robots. It's too boring and too unprotective." Lao Huang leaned on the back of the chair and muttered, "This... Xia Ge... I remember when he debuted for the second time... our Rubik's Cube culture?"

Hao Qingyun narrowed his eyes slightly.

"At that time, you seemed... not the vice president yet, right? Are you just in charge of that business?"

“…”

Old Huang happily leaned forward: "Since Xia Ge is your artist, you should have seen his wife, right?"

Hao Qingyun said with a stern face and said with a full breath: "No."

"It's okay." Old Huang waved his hand and continued, "I just think it's a coincidence. Look, your wife is a dropout and is holding her at home to see her children. Why did she suddenly become so timid, have plastic surgery, have identity, and have packaging, and then make her debut? Why did she sign in a big company and give so many resources to develop?"

“…”

"Can you help me think about it, Mr. Hao?" Old Huang's face was full of question marks, "Someone has to help her, right? And there's something so strange. Ling Xiaofei signed the Rubik's Cube Culture in May, but she only divorced in July... There are official documents."

Old Huang raised his eyebrows and smiled dryly, "Does this mean... she secretly found the next one before kicking the previous one? As for this next one... she broke off friendship with her relatives and was a housewife. It seems that only her husband can contact outsiders, right? How about it? Do you think this explanation is reasonable?"

Hao Qingyun swallowed and spitted, and most of the previous qi had been released: "It's nonsense, I'm calling you an escort."

"Hehehehe..." Lao Huang's expression became more and more exciting. He took out a photo from his bag. His eight-character eyebrows were about to break through the constraints of his face. "If I remember correctly, was she called Ling Lele then? Is she really looking for... The old photos from the past, do you choose the pian?"

This is an ordinary photo of the dinner party, which is a photo of Hao Qingyun gathering with the team when he was in the middle class. Some family members also participated. Xia Ge was already drunk and lying on the table, while Hao Qingyun was chatting and laughing with Ling Lele through him.

A common photo a few years ago was just an ordinary photo three days ago. It would not be taken by people anywhere.

But now, this is too unusual.

When Ling Lele and Ling Xiaofei are one, when Xia Ge's ex-wife is tied up with the Rubik's Cube Culture boss, when the signing agreement and the divorce agreement surface...

General!

Now, Hao Qingyun finally felt uncomfortable: "I have seen her, but I have no impression."

"Mr. Hao, you are also a smart person. Let's not harm yourself, okay?" Old Huang said with some disappointment, "Ling Lele is Ling Xiaofei. You two are so close, can you remind me? And the name Ling Xiaofei is what you gave him at all, right?"

"…Fuck." Hao Qingyun finally pounded the table.

This is really hard to wash.

Hao Qingyun discovered Ling Xiaofei and promoted him to become a star, which is reasonable.

But if he knew Ling Lele, the taste would immediately change.

The key is Ling Lele before the divorce.

More importantly, Ling Xiaofei still left the first step and divorced.

Looking at this fucking photo, everyone had drunk alcohol, and their faces were inevitably a little out of control. Is this a fucking couple like a silver wife? There was a drunk honest man Xia Ge in the middle.

As Lao Huang said, coincidences are too many.

Hao Qingyun's eyes were squeezed together without realizing it, and he raised his hand and rubbed it in pain.

There are too many such things in the circle, and there is usually nothing to do, but now... what we are talking about is Xia Ge and Ling Xiaofei, a pair of monsters at the top of the pyramid of public opinion, whoever touches them will explode.

Hao Qingyun muttered in a low voice: "You guys know one thing. She posted it to me. She wanted to get my contact information at that time, and then seduced me all day long..."

Old Huang smiled: "Who knows?"

“…”

In silence, Lao Huang slowly spoke: "Mr. Lu, let me ask you - are you satisfied?"

"..." Hao Qingyun's expression changed several times, "That's all... want to mess with me? Not enough..."

"First of all." Old Huang patted his bag, "It's not just that."

"Secondly." Old Huang shook his hand, "If you want to mess with you, you won't come, right? Have you discussed with Ling Xiaofei's Xia Ge?"

Although Hao Qingyun was extremely panicked, his face remained steady. He pretended to be generous and crossed his legs: "Threatening me? Do you know how many years I have been in it? Does he know?"

"Look, why are you like this again?" Old Huang shook his head helplessly, "You think about it with your butt, and if you poke this out, is Xia Ge saved? Is Ling Xiaofei finished? Everyone is staring at it. In this excitement, he said it was a bit vulgar, "It's coming, it's coming, it's time, hehe, praise it! It's so much green! It's a magical stroke, the finishing touch, those who watch the show can't be happy?"

"Okay... Stop talking... Talk well, don't make these metaphors..." Hao Qingyun held the table in extreme pain and covered his face.

You guys are fucking happy... Can't I be the real person Ximen Qing?

When he was in pain, Lao Huang asked again: "Is it satisfied?"

Hao Qingyun put down his hand, and after his facial muscles twitched for a long time, he finally nodded: "Full...satisfied."

"Hey!!" Old Huang was in a state of great joy, and the Bazi Gate unscrupulously declared pleasure, "Is that right? In Mr. Lu's eyes, you are a decent person and a businessman. He feels sorry for you and doesn't want you to be dirty by this matter, so I'm here to discuss it."

Hao Qingyun was so beautiful that his tongue was rolled up: "It's... so... so fucking considerate..."

Lao Huang looked at Hao Qingyun and said after he was happy, "Okay, I won't play anymore. It's just one thing. After the arrangement is made, let's write it off."

Hao Qingyun stared at Lao Huang, feeling that this matter was simply a bottomless abyss. He only said in his voice: "I said Huang Qiaosheng, don't force people in a hurry."

"What a panic? As long as that matter is done, it will be written off. If you don't believe me, Lao Huang, you should believe Mr. Lu!"

“… Let’s talk about it first.”

Lao Huang finished the matter very quickly, it was really simple.

"That's it?" Hao Qingyun was a little reluctant to believe it.

"that's all."

"Well..." Hao Qingyun thought for a long time before asking, "What's the matter?"

"what ever."

"...Okay, I understand." Hao Qingyun found a way out and regained his momentum. He pointed to Lao Huang's briefcase and said, "If this matter is caused, I will not give up."

Old Huang laughed and twisted his face and made a Jacky Cheung emoticon: "What are you pretending to be a fool? What can you do? You said!"

"I... fuck..." Hao Qingyun smashed the table in pain again.

"If it weren't for Mr. Lu and I, could you still sit here?" Old Huang got up and said, "Let's go."

Hao Qingyun realized that he could not do anything at all, so he had to get up and say: "You go slowly... and thank Mr. Lu for me. I will be the host if I have time..."

Old Huang suddenly turned around and said, "No, why are you thinking about Mr. Lu, do you still owe me something?"

"...Oh oh oh..." Hao Qingyun forced a smile, "I'm sorry for what happened before... I have a good job to look for you..."

"Hey!" Old Huang smiled happily and left the office.

If there is a god of routine, there is a demon of routine! If there is a abyss of routine, there is a confusion of routine!

Ask the world with a smile. Who can know the routines other than this trick?
Chapter completed!