Long Junju likes his supermodel boyfriend

Everyone is looking forward to the day when the magazine will be published.

They even thought that there might be accidents, such as delaying due to problems with the printing house, or calling the day before publication due to content problems, but there was nothing.

That call was neither chosen two days before the most exciting shooting, nor two days before the most fearful publication.

It came on a calm afternoon, when Bai Xuming finished work and returned to the nanny's car, putting on a mask.

"What?" Bai Xuming's voice was blurred by the mask, but his eyes were clear enough to clearly see Jiang Miaosi's nasolabial folds gradually deepening.

"Mr. Bai, the inside page is about to be replaced."

The winter sun shines through the floor-to-ceiling windows and illuminates the entire office in a dazzling golden color, which looks harsh but has no temperature, and looks useless.

Ao Xu's expression was stiff against the light, and Ao Jie's cold voice on the phone was chattering endlessly.

"That means you can't do it."

"..." Ao Jie was silent for a moment, feeling that there was no need to tactfully go around in circles with his younger brother: "Yes. I don't want to offend Xiaoxue because of him."

"I see."

"How is it?" Jiang Miaosi asked.

Old Chen was smoking, but his eyes kept staring at this side.

"The other party said it was because of the problem artist." Ao Xu said with a frown.

Old Chen Jiayan's hand trembled, and the ash fell down and burned his hand.

He and Bai Xuming looked at each other, and the latter fell back on the sofa, pretending to be relieved after being extremely helpless.

The completely quiet Bai Xuming deepened Ao Xu's doubts. In his impression, Bai Xuming would always lose his temper because of all kinds of small things. so easy.

It was almost as if it had been expected.

Ao Xu sat next to Bai Xuming and asked, "What's going on? Why are you a problem artist?"

Bai Xuming didn't know how to speak.

He is not a problem artist, there is not a single act in violation of the laws of the Republic on his resume, but he is a problem artist because he failed the political review.

"I," he cleared his throat and sat up straight: "I hit someone before."

"How much? Who did you hit?" Jiang Miaosi hurriedly asked, "Why can't I find out if something like this happened to you?"

"What are you doing! Are you interrogating prisoners?" Old Chen rolled his eyes.

Bai Xuming sighed heavily and said:

"I hit Wang Chongyi."

"Wang Chongyi..." Jiang Miaosimo said the name several times, and a brief image suddenly flashed in his mind: "He belongs to Jiang An..."

"I don't know," Bai Xuming shrugged, "He keeps changing people."

"How hard are you hitting?"

"Hmm... I don't know, I kept kicking him as a bird, but seeing him hate me so much, I guess I was hurt quite badly."

Jiang Miaosi's face froze, he was in a dilemma.Accusing Bai Xuming is a moral fall, and accusing Wang Chongyi is a career fall.

Ao Xu finally understood what they meant dully, and said angrily, "Are you talking about unspoken rules?"

"Yes. But it didn't work out. So I got banned."

The crowd fell silent.

Old Chen extinguished the cigarette and said, "Xiaobai—"

"I see." Ao Xu rubbed Bai Xuming's shoulders, and the high-level controlled aura well conveyed his comfort: "Leave it to me."

"are you serious?"

"seriously."

The two looked at each other deeply, and Bai Xuming's eyes were filled with a storm of breaking the boat.

"Wang Chongyi, I can't wait to kill him." Bai Xuming's cheeks were flushed with gnashing of hatred: "Help me, please."

"Okay," Ao Xu stood up and walked towards the door, pointing his eyes at Jiang Miaosi: "The rest of the schedule will continue as usual, don't worry about anything else."

It is rare for Jiang Miaosi to see him without a smile on his face. When his face is expressionless, he is indifferent, indifferent but very powerful. Even if he only uses four words 'don't worry', it can really make people feel relieved up.

"That's hard work, Boss Ao."

Bai Xuming frowned, staring closely at Ao Xu's back, his heart was in a mess.

He had known for a long time that such a day would come. The previous success gave him an excuse to fantasize and escape. Now that all illusions have been torn away, he is still a problem artist and is still blocked.

But this time, he won't sit still.

If, if Ao Xu didn't break his promise this time, and Bai Xuming closed his eyes, then I am willing to repay him in any way, any way.

She Huan was called out on a snowy day.

She is a cold-blooded animal, and she is very sleepy even if she does not hibernate in winter.She didn't want to go out, she didn't want to go out very much, but at the request of Long Jun, she had no choice.

This is oppression.

But I dare not resist.

She listened to Long Jun's assignment with a bitter face.

"Wang Chongyi, check this person's background, and the quarrel between him and Bai Xuming."

"Yes." The little snake spirit took a big sip of coffee, and the dim lights and jazz music in the shop made her yawn: "My lord, time?"

"as soon as possible."

OK, that means today.

She Huan nodded and wrote it down in a small notebook.

"That?" She looked at Long Jun cautiously: "I don't know if you still remember..."

"Remember," Ao Xu smiled: "I will give it to you in advance after this matter is done. What you have always wanted, cultivation base."

"Yes!"

The efficiency of the agent goblin is very touching. She sent the electronic version of the information to Ao Xu's mobile phone on time when she left the cafe for the third hour.

Ao Xu looked carefully.

It's not difficult to guess the cause of the incident. Could there be other conflicts between the good-looking celebrities and the domineering second-generation officials?

But Bai Xuming did have a sense - according to the information sent by She Huan, Wang Zhong has been seeing the reproductive department regularly until now, because he couldn't fully sterilize.

Wang Chongyi's father was the deputy director of the Shanghai Land and Resources Bureau. Compared with the official director who kept airborne to brush up his resume, his deputy director had been sitting on a chair for nearly ten years and had real power. , The land approval for the pharmaceutical factory in Songjiang and the logistics land approval for Lingang are all his handwriting. Although it is not clean, he is indeed a person who can do something.

As the second generation of officials, Wang Chongyi doesn't have much talent, but relying on his connections, he has flourished on the road of film and television investment, thanks to his powerful father for a while, and his good godfather— —

Director Zhou.

The smiling Mediterranean in the Propaganda Committee's office.

It was him who banned Bai Xuming a few years ago because of Wang Chongyi and listed him as a problem artist.

It stands to reason that he should be in the same school as the Wang family, but what is amazing is that just a few months ago, under his nose, Bai Xuming filmed the public service advertisement.

According to Jiang Miaosi, he personally picked Bai Xuming.

Based on the sensitivity of his publicity committee, this matter could not be just a misunderstanding, then it could only be a signal.

What is the signal?

Who is it pointing at?

Ao Xu sent a message to She Huan: "Keep digging."

Early the next morning, on a weekend morning with a clear sky, Ao Xu stood at the door of Director Zhou's house.

In the pocket of his down jacket was a thin tube made of several sheets of A4 paper, which was the anti-corruption evidence collected by She Huan overnight.

The doorbell that was posted as hellokitty was looking at him with an innocent expression, when Ao Xu poked the yellow nose, it made an obedient musical sound.

The sound of pattering footsteps came from behind the door, and the door was opened with a narrow gap. A short-haired girl showed one eye and asked vigilantly, "Who is it?"

Ao Xu squatted down, pulled out the paper tube from his pocket, and handed it to the little girl with a smile: "Courier, give this to your father."

The little girl nodded and closed the door.

Within 3 minutes, footsteps came from behind the door again, this time murky and heavy.

Director Zhou nimbly flashed out from behind the door, and then quickly closed the door, as if he was afraid that more accidents would happen if Ao Xu took another look at his little girl.

"You, you, how did you get up?" He was talking about the combination lock downstairs and the magnetic card for the elevator.

Ao Xu helped him tidy up the jacket that he had only half put on because of haste, and praised him approvingly: "Director Zhou, the security of your community is very good, and I also took a lot of effort to come up."

Director Zhou wrinkled his face and made a booing motion.

He whispered, "Don't talk here, go talk in the car."

The two of them took the elevator to the second basement floor and got into Director Zhou's low-key Ford Mondeo.

"Who are you? What do you want?"

"You don't remember me? I'm Bai Xuming's assistant."

Bai Xuming.

These three words suddenly evoke Director Zhou's memory.

Damn it, he cursed in his heart, repeating that brat's trouble again.

Director Zhou calmed down, and explained with a nervous smile: "I remember, I'm old, and I didn't turn my head around all of a sudden. I have already solved the matter of Xiaobai for him before. Is there a problem this time? What misunderstanding?"

"There is no misunderstanding, it is his political review that failed."

"Oh, that's it, it's easy to handle. I'll get it done for him as soon as I get to work on Monday, and it will be done soon."

"No," Ao Xu smirked, "I can't wait that long."

"But a few days are weekends...Look at this..."

"Aren't you here, Director Zhou, please work overtime. Serve the people."

Director Zhou couldn't hold him back, and he had a hand in hand, so he had to drive Ao Xu to Jianguo West Road in slippers.

When the car approached the compound, Ao Xu suddenly felt a thick force enveloping him, forming a thick film around his body, which was not close to the body, like an astronaut wearing a space suit.

It is very comfortable. In this space, the whole person is in an extremely moist state, and all imbalances in the body are healed.

He quickly realized that this was the power of the spirit weapon.

Director Zhou finally relaxed when he returned to his own territory, the cold sweat on his forehead gradually dried up, he took Ao Xu to shuttle around the office building like a thief, afraid of meeting his colleagues.

"Come in quickly." He pushed Ao Xu into his office. As soon as the brown-red wooden door opened, a thick aura rushed over his face, covering Ao Xu's whole body like glue.

it's here.

Ao Xu's eyes quickly searched.

Where, where.

Director Zhou's office is not big, there are piles of materials on the floor and on the table, and there are several plastic cups with tea on the coffee table, probably from the guests who came last time.

In the center of his desk stood a black, bluish wooden box with shiny leather and well-proportioned lines.

Ao Xu walked towards the box step by step, the thick aura entangled him so much that he could barely move his legs, so he had to use his aura to resist as much as possible.

Just when his hand was about to touch the box, Director Zhou, who was calling to find someone, stopped him: "Hey! Don't touch that!"

Ao Xu turned around.

Director Zhou said nervously and in a low voice: "Don't move, this is specially arranged for me by the Feng Shui master, so I can't move."

"Aren't you a party member? Still superstitious?"

"Hehe, personal hobbies, personal hobbies." Director Zhou pointed to the sofa: "You rest for a while, I will send someone to find Bai Xuming's materials, and when the time comes, just send them to me for stamping. "

He made two more phone calls to urge him, and finally the arrangements were made.

"Would you like some tea? Make some for you?"

"No, thanks."

"Oh, yes, yes..." Director Zhou also sat on the sofa: "Look at this... I've done everything you said. This efficiency is really unmatched by others. Then, those..."

"Director Zhou, don't worry," Ao Xu said, "You are really nice, I want to make friends with you."

"Oh, be polite, be polite. Let's help each other."

"Director Zhou is so caring about my affairs, I will definitely repay him."

"No, no, no, no! Really, just put that—" Ao Xu suddenly approached Director Zhou and interrupted him: "I have a lot of evidence, enough for the central government to invite Wang Licheng to drink tea, and I can help Hu Xiumai get a divorce , what do you think?"

Wang Licheng is Wang Chongyi's father, and Hu Maixiu is Wang Chongyi's mother and Director Zhou's lover.

Director Zhou's complexion changed drastically, and even his voice became weak.

"You, you... how do you know?"

"Seven emotions and six desires are human emotions, let's see what you say, Director Zhou."

Director Zhou's lips were pale, and he muttered self-defeatingly: "You know so much, what else can I say?"

"I really want to make friends with you," Ao Xu patted him on the shoulder: "I only have one request, that box, I want it."

Director Zhou followed his finger to see the gadget of Jushiyun, and he subconsciously refused: "It's my mother's relic..."

Ao Xu had already seen his wavering, so he didn't say much more, just said: "You are a courageous person, the opportunity is presented to you, it depends on whether you dare to take it."

Director Zhou seemed to be frozen and said nothing.

The political review was sent over quickly, Director Zhou stamped it, and his subordinates would update the news on the official website as soon as possible, and would also greet and remind major TV stations due to special instructions.

Ao Xu was very satisfied, and left his business card on Director Zhou's desk before leaving.

The author has something to say: I haven’t updated this for a long time, I finally finished the exam, I wrote a short story for my friend first, and then I can fill in this with peace of mind