Gossip King

Gao Leng was a little surprised and even embarrassed when she felt Mu Xiaolen's body crawl over and back again.

This kind of embarrassment is whether it made her pay too much, and then it was a deep satisfaction that swept through, from the satisfaction of the body to the soul, the satisfaction of completely possessing a woman is boiling. stand up.

It’s better for his wife to be trained by herself. Mu Xiaoleng has been trained by her from ignorance to now. Now such a girl is hard to find, and most of those found are not enough to cherish, but Gao Leng treats Mu Xiaolian as a treasure. .

Obviously, although Treasure Mu Xiao Leng made up his mind, she couldn't make her mouth... Her warm nose burned the high cold to the extreme but she didn't know how to continue, the warm mouth temperature was close at hand.

"How..." Mu Xiaolen raised her eyes for help and looked at Gao Leng innocently. Her hair was lazily scattered on her shoulders, and her face was overwhelmed, but it made people tempted to the extreme. Her shy face was charming. , So touching that Gao Leng only felt that all the blood in the body was pouring down.

"Open your mouth." The always calm high-cold voice was trembling: "Observe."

Mu Xiaolen, who has always been obedient, blushed terribly.

"Listen to me, be good." Gao Leng touched her head, and looked at her reluctantly even blinking, for fear of missing any moment of excitement.

Although Xiao Leng was extremely shy, she was obedient.

When the warmth and moisture wrapped around, the high cold roared very rarely. This kind of conquest was unprecedented.

Can't control it at all.

That's so cool.

This has nothing to do with technique.

Just one word: cool.

The next morning, when Gao Leng woke up, Mu Xiao Leng refused to turn her head around, but buried her whole person in the quilt like an ostrich, and shook her **** as she sent Gao Leng out.

This is not like the usual Xiao Leng, who usually wakes up early to help Gao Leng choose clothes and shoes, and take him to the door for a long time before letting him go.

"I'm going to work." Gao Leng said.

"Oh, goodbye." Mu Xiao Leng went deeper into the quilt, wishing to bury herself.

"You... don't leave before you leave?" Gao Leng suppressed a smile, and asked solemnly, "Didn't you tell me, don't you have to be a baby every time you leave?" This is Mu Xiao Leng's habit of acting like a baby Means, every time she separates from Gao Leng, she has to kiss her. It is said that this is what the lover must do when she sees it. If you don't do it, you don't love her.

"Stop popping, goodbye." Mu Xiaolen drilled into the quilt again, stretched out a white arm and waved: "Let's go, let's go..."

"That won't work, you have to boo boo." Gao Leng tore off her quilt without saying a word. She covered her face and went under the pillow...

"What's the matter?" Gao Leng reached out and grabbed her waist and dragged it over.

"I'm ashamed, I'm so ashamed, I'm so ashamed..." Mu Xiaolen dragged the quilt again and rolled himself up, just unwilling to open his eyes and stare at Gao Leng. This kind of thing is an absolute conquest for men, but it is shy for women.

The shyness of being conquered made Mu Xiaolen feel like a hooligan. She kept hiding and said shyly: "You don't think I am like a hooligan, do you?"

She is indeed like a gangster, she heard a high cold and contented voice last night, the more addicted she played...

"Why are you like a hooligan?" Gao Leng shook his head resolutely: "You are a hooligan. I will call you a hooligan. Okay, hooligan. I'm going to work."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted her **** and turned and left...

"Rogue Mu..." Mu Xiaolen, who was under the quilt, resisted shyly and embarrassingly: "I want to be called Lovely Mu, not a Rogue Mu..."

It's just that the voice is too weak, obviously lacking confidence, after all, she was really cute and shy at first, and finally turned into a gangster.

...

However, in just two days, the hearts and minds of Fengxing Magazine have been scattered and turned into a mass of loose sand. Dozens of people have asked for leave. The reasons for asking for leave are all their magical reasons. It is not uncommon for someone in the family to be seriously ill or have a fever or a cold. In the sensitive period when a large number of people ask for leave for interviews, some people’s leave slips are just a formality, and any family dog ​​is pregnant as a reason for asking for leave.

Yang Peng looked at the empty conference room. Except for the fourteen managers, 80% of the other deputy managers and supervisors "have asked for leave for something," and their faces were so dark. But no matter how loud the table is patted, what's the point of getting angry? If the hearts of the people are scattered, the team will be difficult to lead.

Soon there was an article in the media that "Fengxing Magazine was rumored to be hit hard by Xingsheng's poaching". Several major financial magazines followed up one after another, focusing on Gao Leng's body, for a time either praised or disparaged it.

Most people don't pay attention to financial news, but there are not many sprays.

"It's really cold." Yang Peng was furious after reading the report. He patted the table: "Lao Zhang, contact a few public accounts and a few financial media, and I'll publish a few articles on the cold play. We Take money to buy space."

The two media are fighting a media war, and the war is full.

This is not a public opinion war between celebrities. Who knows the media best? The magazine itself is the media. This is a connoisseur. It is more influential: whoever has a wide network of contacts will have a greater impact on the report.

"A reporter who reported on the positive image of the carrion case secretly used insidious tricks to bring down a mature company for profit, and wrote around this." Although Yang Peng is a novice, he grew up in the media circle since he was a child. Grasping the point that will attract the public's attention: nothing is more exciting than a person with a righteous aura suddenly being called a hypocrite.

"Yes, when it was posted to the social edition, many people felt that the reporters of the carrion case were awe-inspiring. When we wrote down, we polished up and weakened the relationship between our magazine and their magazines, and emphasized that the high cold is playing tricks for profit. Despicable and shameless."

"Needless to say, these people are so foolish now, and several major media have unified their voices, and the hot air is coming. Buy some more heat and scan on Weibo."

"Buy some navy. A friend I know makes this price fairly reasonable. Forum posts are usually 80 cents for a topic post reply, which can cost 50,000 yuan."

The meeting room became lively, making suggestions, but the words were silent.

One manager scratched his head in embarrassment and looked at the other manager, only to see that the manager who was still eloquent just now also looked embarrassed.

"These things are usually done by the deputy manager. I really don't have any contacts in this area..."

"I am familiar with several financial magazines, but they have always been handed over to the deputy manager to maintain the relationship. I will go there in person this time. I haven't contacted for a long time."

The managers have not been out for a long time, and the burden on their shoulders, who have been accustomed to only commanding for the past few years, suddenly heavier. These things are not that they can't complete them, but the connections are still there. It's just that things are messy. These people feel a little stressed.

It's like getting used to sleeping, and suddenly asking people to tighten their nerves and get busy. There must be a period of adaptation, and it depends on whether they are willing to adapt.

Yang Peng's phone rang, and his father called: "I heard that two shareholders want to sell stocks. Don't let Gao Leng buy these stocks. Go home quickly."

Yang Peng can only describe Yang Peng at this time with internal and external troubles.

...

"Go and buy me a box of condoms." Uzhi, who was sitting in the dressing room, had already put on delicate makeup. From morning to afternoon, there were fifteen interviews waiting for her. She whispered to the personal assistant.

"Huh?" The personal assistant was surprised. In her opinion, Yuzhi hadn't had a boyfriend for 800 years.

"Huh what? Go ahead." Yuzhi poked the assistant in the face: "It's super thin."