Chapter 107

Feng Chi frowned because of the pain on his face, and gently touched the wound on his cheek.

Looking at the bright red on his hand, he grinned and replied faintly: "how to write in the media is not something I can control. I'm the dandy in your eyes. How can I cover the sky like LAN Jiu?"

The anger on Lin Bai's face didn't subside at all. His hand holding the bag trembled slightly. His face was not as calm and elegant as usual. Instead, it was a kind of extreme anger and some small white faces.

She stared at him and whispered, "do you really think I'm stupid? Are you not afraid that I will tell Lan Qing about it? "

Hearing her words, the smile on Feng Chi's face deepened instead, and he said in a relaxed tone: "go ahead, anyway, you have shown Li Qingning this picture in advance. If Lan Qing really knows about it, you can't get rid of it."

"You..."

Lin Bai's voice became sharp because of anger. She unconsciously stepped forward and wanted to continue questioning him, but who knows that Feng Chi suddenly turned around, and the two suddenly shared each other's breathing and heartbeat.

This sudden intimate contact made her momentum suddenly weaken, her heart suddenly became fast, and a heart almost jumped out of her throat.

At this time, Feng Chi whispered in her ear: "what's more, our relationship, how can you give up on me..."

With his lips getting closer and closer, Lin Bai became angry. He smashed his Hermes bag on his chest, scolded "rogue" and ran out of the presidential suite.

Feng Chi didn't catch up with her, so he stood still and looked at her back. He raised his hand and touched the place where she was scratched by the magazine. He could not help grinning and took a breath.

At the moment, in the office of the president on the 30th floor of LAN's building, a very similar scene is being staged.

With a cold face, Lan Qing waves the magazine to Li Lin's feet.

Li Lin took a deep breath, remained calm, and slowly squatted down in an elegant posture to pick up the magazine that had become wrinkled because of the strength of Lan Qing's hand.

After standing up, she kept the posture of staring at the magazine in her hands, as if to see through the thin paper in her hands.

Lan Qing gently opened his thin lips, with a bit of anger in his tone, "such a report, let alone a negative report, the first time I give you time to deal with it, but the second time, I want to hear a reasonable explanation."

Li Lin lowered her head and bit her lip. She didn't speak. At the moment, she had no choice but to keep silent.

Lan Qing also has no patience to continue to look at her, like a pupil who did something wrong, frowned and said in a deep voice: "call Lin Rulan."

Ten minutes later, Lin Rulan appeared in the office with swaying steps.

She went to Lan Qing's desk and glanced at Li Lin, who was standing on the side with her head down. She rolled her eyes and opened her mouth with a smile. She said to Lan Qing, who was looking down on the desk and was thinking deeply: "Mr. LAN, are you looking for me?"

"If I don't ask you, how can I know what the public relations department is doing when it only gets paid but doesn't work all day?" Lan Qing's voice was as deep as a drum, and there was a kind of momentum in her voice, which made her stand upright quietly.

He stood up and walked to the two men. He pulled Li Lin's magazine and left it in Lin Rulan's arms. "Look at today's headlines, isn't the public relations department responsible for good relations with the major media? What do you eat for? "

"SHANGZHAN is also famous in the industry. What's the impact of such a report on me, not to mention the impact on LAN? If it affects the angel project, can you take the responsibility? "

The tone is not slow, although I can't hear the anger, there is always a kind of chilling feeling.

Lin Rulan finally lowered her head. Just now, she looked at the woman's head with her nostrils contemptuously and said "sorry" in a voice so low that she could hardly hear it.

Lan Qing's voice gradually approached, and that kind of aggressive atmosphere, mixed with his unique flavor, came towards her.

"Sorry? I'm sorry, can you take the report out of the magazine, or can you recover the damage to LAN's reputation? Don't think you are Lin Jianxiong's person. I can't do anything to you. If you continue to do so, you can go home and do whatever you want. "

Such an obvious hint makes Lin Rulan's face green and white for a while. At this time, if Li Lin quietly takes a look, she will see the wonderful expression on her face.

Lin Rulan lowered her head, which was always held up like a white swan, and even gave people the illusion that she was about to be buried in the ground. She said in a low voice, "I will deal with this matter immediately and ask this magazine not to publish any related reports any more..."

Lan Qing frowned and interrupted her, "I don't want to know what kind of means and how to solve it. I just want to see the result and go out."

Lin Rulan bowed her head and bit her lip. She said "yes" gently, then turned around and walked out of the president's office.

Lan Qing sat back on his leather seat and leaned back in a very comfortable posture. Looking at Li Lin, who was still standing at the table and seemed to be fixed by a point, she said: "this matter must be deliberately provoked by someone who wants to destroy Lan's business. You go to investigate it carefully."

After a pause, he said, "even if you do everything you can, you will find out this man for me."

When he said this, a sharp edge flashed in his eyes, such as a sharp bayonet, which could easily be fatal.

Li Lin respectfully said, "OK," and then turned to walk out of the president's office.

Lan Qing just sat there, watching her back disappear by the door, her eyes narrowed slightly, and said to himself, "the game begins."

His dark pupil is like a huge black hole, which can suck everything in, and then disappear without a trace, leaving only the bloody truth, naked and exposed to the air.

However, Li Qingning, who lives in the villa, has no knowledge of what happened on this day.

She looked at Dr. Du who was dispensing the medicine with an old society face and prayed in a pitiful tone like a dog: "Dr. Du, I really feel better. I don't need to inject these messy things into my body any more."

When Dr. Du heard that she called her carefully formulated nutrient solution "a mess", he felt as if he had been pushed into the grass and stepped on the dog's stool. He turned his head and looked at her with complicated eyes.