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Hang up the phone, Yan Luoluo rushed to the studio.

Just after parking the car in the garage, the window of a black SUV next to it suddenly dropped. A man sitting in the co driver's seat held up his camera and took a wild picture of her. Yan Luoluo almost couldn't open her eyes with the flash.

She waved to block the glare of light, slightly annoyed to get out of the car, went straight to the car, reached out to block the camera, not angry to ask: "what are you doing?"

The scale of the studio is not large, and there are not many people recruited. This elder brother Wu, Yan Luoluo, remembers that he just recruited personnel two days ago, and he didn't ask him to work overtime. Why did he suddenly die of cerebral hemorrhage?

The Secretary also felt very strange: "the people outside are all brother Wu's relatives. The one with the banner is brother Wu's mother. Last night, after working overtime, brother Wu suddenly had a cerebral hemorrhage on his way home and died on the spot. The family came here today and insisted that we give them justice. I invited them in, apologized and negotiated with them Even if he refuses to do it privately, he calls all his relatives and makes trouble at the door of our studio, which can't be stopped. "

She looked a little tired at the middle-aged people standing at the door, especially the women with banners in the middle and tears on their faces. She really couldn't imagine how her small studio had a life on her back?

Yan Luoluo pinched his own people, forced to calm down, said: "I'm ok, what's going on?"

The Secretary quickly held her and asked anxiously, "sister Luo, are you ok? Would you like to go inside and have a rest? "

She set up a studio just a few months ago, how did she attract such a big enemy? And an enemy of human life?

See those words clearly that moment, Yan Luoluo in front of a black, almost did not stand firm, toward the back to shake down.

When she turned around, the shocking words on the banner ran straight into Yan Luoluo's eyes - unscrupulous company, killing pays!

There were three or five middle-aged men and women standing in front of the small studio. One of them, a haggard but indignant middle-aged woman, dressed in out of date clothes, pulled a banner full of red letters and stood facing the street.

But when she returned to the studio, she was even more shocked by what she saw. She could hardly believe her eyes.

She temporarily suppressed doubts, followed the Secretary quickly back to the studio.

But what happened to the studio, even the reporters are out?

Yan Luoluo realized just now how unwise she was.

Yan Luoluo is more annoyed. When she is about to ask for a clear answer, the secretary who sneaks out of the back door of the studio to check the situation suddenly rushes forward and stops her, and reminds her in a low voice: "sister Luoluo, don't entangle with him. They are all journalists. Entanglement will only give them more materials for making rumors. Let's go back first!"

The man had already shot enough of the material he wanted, and ignored Yan Luoluo. He took advantage of the situation to put away the camera and closed the window.

"Who worked overtime with him last night?"

Yan Luoluo calmed down and asked.

The Secretary shook his head: "there is no overtime. When did our studio work overtime? When I got off work last night, I saw that elder brother Wu didn't plan to leave, so I asked him. He said that he was a newcomer and had a lot to learn again. He wanted to adapt to the job as soon as possible, so he volunteered to stay. I thought he should stay for a while, but today I saw that he worked overtime until 11 pm. "