After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Chapter 238 Then I won't be sleepy any more!

It was unusual to see that gaze.

Gu Nanci paused.

understand what.

With a slight push, Fang Liang, who was vigilant and unwilling to leave, followed suit.

In the resplendent royal hall, only she and Yuan Lao were left for a while.

very quiet.

Seeing the crimson mask on the table, Yuan Lao stared at it silently for a few seconds as if absent-minded.

It was worn by Gu Nanci when he was in the arena, and thanks to Gu Nanjue's habit of wearing a mask, it is difficult for outsiders to recognize it when it is covered in the arena, reducing the risk of exposure.

After returning to the inspection team, he picked it off and kept it as a confiscated evidence.

stab.

The sound of a chair being pulled.

Old Yuan returned to God and said, "Sit."

Gu Nanci lowered his eyes and glanced lightly.

Immediately afterwards, Yuan Lao's voice sounded again: "I haven't been to Lai for three or four years. What do you want to do when you come here this time?"

Gu Nanci closed his eyes.

In several acting experiences, she realized a very useful method.

The enemy does not move, I do not move.

The enemy moved, but I did not move.

One of the main features is unfathomable, which is unpredictable!
So, when he heard Mr. Yuan's question, he looked calm and sat down generously.

Show an unpredictable smile.

Old Yuan: "..."

Not to mention, it's tried and tested again and again.

Although Gu Nanci did not make it clear.

But the answer that I guessed in my heart was like a towering tree, and under the weird smiles everywhere, it seemed extremely confirmed.

Breathing heavily for a second, Yuan Lao's voice was cold and stern:

"Dead people can't be resurrected! You still don't give up, just so desperate, you have to fight that gate!"

"If our Highness hadn't taken a fancy to your talent, who would care about you looking for death everywhere!"

Yuan Lao's voice was full of air.

It was like a heavy drum beating on Gu Nanci's heart.

The black eyes froze for a second.

These words were obviously addressed to "Gu Nanjue".

Death...resurrection...?
Seeing that Gu Nanci didn't respond, thinking that he was still obsessed with obsession, Yuan's old face turned dark, and he gave an ultimatum:

"Stubborn! Crazy! You want to kill yourself however you like, but I warn you, don't go crazy here in Lai. If you dare to involve the safety of Lai, no matter what you do, you will pay the price!"

As if he didn't hear the string of threats behind him, Gu Nanci repeated in a low voice, "Jiemen..."

Yuan Lao is irritable: "...I just said it for nothing, didn't I? You just remember this sentence!"

"Tell you! Don't even think about it!"

"Either you really want to be a star for your sister to realize her dream, or get the hell out of Lai!"

The old man, who is getting older, can't stop heaving his chest and gasping for breath.

It's also due to the fact that there is no one else.

Otherwise, seeing someone so angry, I'm afraid that the entire inspection team next door could come out and beat Gu Nanci into a sieve.

Gu Nan was silent for a second.

In line with the traditional virtues of respecting the old and loving the young.

Glancing, raising his hand, he brought over the teapot and cup that the captain made before, poured a cup of tea and pushed it in front of the old man.

He said lightly and casually: "Put out the fire."

Old Yuan: "..."

I became more angry.

She gouged out Gu Nanci's eyes, and suddenly, a desperate call came again.

"No! Your Highness is not free! Just say so—"

I don't know what was said there, but the old man's angry and irritable voice froze a little bit.

His expression was uglier than when he talked to Gu Nanci just now.

"Too much deceit! They actually! Wait for His Highness to come back..." For some reason, pain flashed across those capable and shrewd eyes.

I'm not interested in eavesdropping on other people's phone calls.

My head is full of the information just now, and I can't take care of it.

Gu Nanci quietly stared at the red mask on the table.

One sentence at a time, breaking apart, crumbling, trying to peel off the messy mist.

Ghostly.

Gu Nanci picked up the mask.

Put it on again.

The white cheeks touched each other, as if passing through time and space through the cold touch, spying on its former owner.

Over there, Yuan Lao, who was so sullen that he was about to curse, turned his head.

Suddenly, it collided with such a scene.

"What should we do? Xilai's sideburns are really crazy this time. If they still can't attend the meeting, I'm afraid that the next parliament will directly impeach our Donglai's management power..."

"Mr. Yuan... Mr. Yuan? Are you listening, Mr. Yuan? When will His Highness come back?"

Yuan Lao opened his mouth.

The construction of the royal palace is naturally of the highest standard.

Stained glazed windows, with rare and exotic trees outside, and fine sunlight pouring in through the radiant windows.

It was reflected on the masked boy.

Cold and arrogant, indifferent, and a sense of nobility that can't be dissipated from all over her body.

and.

Body shape, outline... I have never realized that they can be so similar!
If it was someone else, Mr. Yuan would never feel at ease.

However, if it is him...

An idea that floated up many times and was quickly rejected took shape little by little.

And, it became more and more sure.

Yuan Lao's expression darkened, determination flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice:

"Go and ask them about the date, Your Highness...you can attend."

"Then I will try my best to procrastinate... what! Your Highness can come!!!" a high-pitched voice shouted over there, and his joy was about to overflow the phone.
"Okay! I'll go and talk now! Let's see what other bastards can come up with!"

Drip—drip—

A long beep to hang up.

Just now, the old man who has been slapping people in the face, warnings and ultimatums has never stopped.

It's gone.

After mental construction, I finally made up my mind.

Then sat back.

He coughed twice, and said with a normal expression:
"You... If you really want to know about the Realm Gate... you can discuss it!"

Gu Nanci: "..."

The old man was serious: "Do me a favor. In exchange, I'll help you find a middleman."

Gu Nanci: "???"

Even through a mask.

She couldn't stop the absurd question marks on her face...

*
The two-day vacation did not work out.

Over there underestimated the impact of firebomb.

Lin Fenghan received ten cooperation calls in one day, eight of which were after asking about firebomb.

The big boss thinks that this bad department can't go on like this.

Whose house just became popular, and the artist is closed for business and went on vacation!

That's what Qian Yueliu, who was able to blackmail him if he lacked a brain, did it.

With one phone call, the manager of the idol club, who was about to be disbanded or not, was called to a meeting that night.

In this regard.

Qian Shaoshao himself:

Gan!
Black-hearted capitalist!

Are you a workaholic and won't let others sleep! ! !

When it comes to work, Lin Fenghan is a proper elite boss.

Act resolutely, trying not to let the heat go down.

If you use your own resources, if you can't finalize other songs, your own platform is always easy to stop.

Save a series of steps of waiting for registration in advance.

Directly finalize the first play of Sun Rain.

It is also one of the four major aik playing programs.

Prepare tomorrow, and go directly to the stage the day after tomorrow.

Before the recording of a program, the participating artists and programs are repeatedly confirmed.

Such a hasty temporary stoppage is obviously not that simple.

then.

After Tan Yu came angrily to ask why the last song fight at start was cancelled.

Drowsy Qian Yueliu: Instantly awake.

if so.

Then I won't be sleepy immediately!

(End of this chapter)