Slag Girl Illustrated Book

Take a look at what I said!

Scumbag!

But 044 didn't refute her, Ruan Xihe was right, and Ruan Xihe did everything right. Whoever sings against Ruan Xihe is that the other party is ignorant!

"Hey, isn't this drama performed by that Kim Jongtae." Ruan Xihe was holding an iPad.

"Yes, it's him."

"The acting skills are pretty good. The male host of this show is good, suitable for fans. Kim Jong-tae has a good book."

"The quality of the idol dramas here is quite online."

"Their team packaging, including the personal image, did a good job. I should promise Zheng Changmin that day to go to their company and dig out all the services."

"Zheng Changmin is also a talent, and his vision is very precise. The regiments he leads are very popular." 044 said seriously after scanning Zheng Changmin's information.

Ruan Xihe’s Hexi Entertainment has just started, so it is true that we should learn more from the development model of the star-making field here, and formulate a strict plan to train the children carefully, and try to make them have no shortcomings.

"I really have to think about this, but Mensa is also a big consortium, openly digging the wall, it may be more troublesome behind, but you are right, Zheng Changmin is indeed a genius who paints cakes, if I turn him back, He Hee The rise of entertainment is bound to be much faster.” Ruan Xihe tapped his fingers on the tablet and calmly thought about the probability of the success of this operation.

Under normal circumstances, she will leave work at half past five, but!

Park Jae-hyung works overtime every day until at least half past six in the evening, so the entire company defaults to leaving get off work after half past six.

But Ruan Xihe is not like this. She will leave work when the time comes. This is also the case when she went to get off work before. She won't wait for more than a minute at the time.

When Park Jae-hyung came out of work, the lights were still on, but Ruan Xi and the office lights went out. He frowned slightly and asked Choi Eun-sung, "Where is she?"

Choi Eunsheng quickly replied, "Miss Jeon Heejin left after get off work at half past five."

The man stared at Ruan Xihe's office for a while, not knowing what he was thinking, and then took a long time to start again.

Ruan Xihe went shopping and eating. They were so happy when they were alone. No one cares about what they want to eat.

Mobile payment is also passed here, but it is not so inconvenient, otherwise it would be too troublesome to bring cash.

She and Secretary Cui added talk friends and followed each other's ins.

Her ins name is Quan Hee, so super gentle

She shared the ins of what she ate today.

Cui Eunsheng’s mobile phone popped up a message and found that it was Ruan Xihe. He opened it and took a look. Knowing that the chairman might care, he deliberately showed it to Park Jae-hyung.

She doesn't have a lot of dynamics, they are all things for eating, drinking and having fun.

This account has been arbitrarily manipulated, and it doesn't look like a new account.

Park Jae Hyung secretly wrote down her ins name.

In the evening, Si Si monitored Park Jae Hyung secretly paying attention to Ruan Xihe.

This man is really interesting.

AI has no hard and fast rules on employee clothing, so don't be too outrageous.

The next day she wore an elegant and charming one-shoulder black hip skirt.

Wearing a single flowered Van Cleef & Arpels necklace around her neck, her hair is casually clamped with shark clips, lazy and charming.

Today, it happened that as soon as she got out of the elevator, she met Park Jae-hyung and Choi Eun-sung who were going to take the elevator.

She looked like she had met Park Jae-hyung for the first time, and greeted them very gently and politely, but it could be seen that she was more familiar with Choi Eun-Sung.

The elevator doors closed a little bit, and he suddenly felt a little irritable.

After the elevator went down, Ruan Xihe curled up his mouth without a trace.

More than three o'clock in the afternoon

Suddenly the phone rang in the quiet office, and it was still the inside line of the president's office.

She paused the TV show and connected to the phone.

The man's voice is like the purest cello, low and elegant: "Come to my office."

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