The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

"I know I am not the murderer, so I have to choose between Wen Gongren and Bai Dailai.

Based on the current information, I think it is more likely to be a white loan.

He caused the factory director to fall ill, and instead of calling an ambulance or the police in time, he took actions to destroy the body.

This is something I cannot agree with his logic. He just said it himself. Who knows if he really held back when he was drunk?

So, I choose to vote for him!"

Mrs. Li nodded, expressing her approval of her decision, and she appeared to be extremely upright.

After throwing the handcuffs into the white loan box, she shook her hair and slowly walked away from the voting room.

The fifth person was Wu Xiuli, he had drooped shoulders and looked listless.

He sighed in the voting room, still maintaining his character's personality.

"Now that the factory director is dead, what am I going to do with the money? My family is in urgent need of money!"

His handsome mixed-race facial features were now wrinkled into a bitter gourd shape, but he still maintained his elegance.

Such people are born clothes hangers. Even if they put on a sack, they will look like it is a high-end brand design.

“I think Wen is a good employee. He didn’t say anything when he threatened the factory manager.

Hey, now that someone in the factory has died, there's news that they're going to silence him, so just say it's for me.

I was so annoyed. I didn't do anything. I just threatened verbally. Not only did I not get the money, but I was completely blamed for it."

He clapped his hands hard, making a crisp sound, which showed how angry Wu Xiuli was.

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised the handcuffs on his hands and put them on the iron pipe of the ballot box.

Handcuffs are usually used by Uncle Hat and other people who are more adventurous.

Ordinary people like them rarely use this, and they don’t know where their unscrupulous boss stole the handcuffs from.

This pair of handcuffs seemed to be the one that slipped through the net during the inspection. It had some minor flaws and was obviously not that easy to use.

He tried with great force, but it didn't go in the first time. He tried again, but it still didn't work, so he tried again the third time.

Both are made of iron, and the voting room is small. If the engine is a little bigger, an echo will be heard.

The noise caused by this commotion was heard clearly by the people sitting outside waiting for the answer to be announced.

Song Chuyi blinked his sparkling almond eyes curiously. His watery eyes were so beautiful that they seemed to be able to speak.

She habitually fiddled with Li Jing's waist with her hands, making the ticklish wife Li quickly step back to dodge.

There is no such thing as female competition in the company, but girls naturally have their own independent little circles and they get together from time to time to chat and gossip.

Only Wen Chen, who was recording the show with his wife, was left alone, hanging out with that group of stinky men.

Stinky men (Mu, Wu): Are you polite? You make us want to stay with you. You just show off your affection every day, like a loving wife but a resentful husband!

"Hey, Wu Xiushi, is he going to tear down the voting booth?"

Song Chuyi huddled together with two girls, chatting in whispers.

Her curved eyebrows and plump apple cheeks make her smile even sweeter.

"I don't know. Aren't we going in there just to vote? Why is there such a big fuss?"

Jiang Jiao was wearing pajamas, which were extremely soft and formed a sharp contrast with everyone else.

She was so cute that even Song Chuyi, the youngest one, couldn't help but feel the urge to hug her.