My magic stick is going to heaven!

Inspectorate.

Shang Yanzhou was in the conference room, and was setting up his work. The door of the conference room was suddenly knocked open by a strong force. When he saw someone, Shang Yanzhou suddenly felt a headache.

"Master Governor, look quickly, do you feel that my new hairstyle is brighter and more handsome!"

Shang Yanzhou tried his best to bear the face that was about to be pulled down, and calmly spoke to persuade:

"I'm in a meeting, go out first."

Although the words were spoken, Wen Changlang turned a deaf ear to Shang Yanzhou's words, and strode directly to Shang Yanzhou in front of all the police officers in the conference room, winking:

"Master Governor, look at me, am I handsome? Am I good-looking? Do you feel that I am exuding charm at this moment?"

Feeling the enchanting smile from Wen Changlang's eyes, the eyes of all the police officers turned red. As expected, the governor's friends all looked like him, but the governor was as gentle as jade, But this one is as evil as fire and wantonly.

But looking at it this way, the two stood together, but they were extremely coordinated.

Shang Yanzhou narrowed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and patted the document on Wen Changlang's face directly, and said sinisterly:

"You have to weigh the consequences in everything. You asked for it."

After finishing speaking, Shang Yanzhou gave an order to the policeman standing outside the door:

"Connect to the bus of the Shang Mansion."

Wen Changlang was a little unclear, so: "What is the Jieshang Mansion doing?"

Shang Yanzhou hooked her lips gracefully: "Remove the head chef."

Wen Changlang was silent for a while, then jumped up:

"...No! You can't threaten me like that! Old Shang! Mr. Shang!"

Ignoring the howling wolves behind, Shang Yanzhou felt that the breath in his heart was finally a little more comfortable.

Only half an hour later, Wen Changlang had recovered from the grief of losing the roast duck, and got together with a group of police officers, discussing with a newspaper.

Male police officer [-]: "Wow! So beautiful! Is she Zhou Yunwan, the first popular female singer in the film and television industry?"

Male police officer [-]: "What singer, this is obviously a goddess, okay! Look at this well-proportioned figure, look at this delicate skin. And look at how dark your muscles are."

Female police officer [-]: "How do you talk? This is a testimony of our service to the people! Do you understand? Besides, look at her clothes, hey! How can those two pieces of cloth cover it!"

Wen Changlang: "Don't talk about it, I don't think this woman is as good-looking as the governor of our family."

The police officers were stunned: "... Is this comparable?"

Why is there no comparison, no matter how delicate the skin is, it can't compare to the superintendent's blowing bombs, no matter how long the legs are, it can't compare to the superintendent's slender, straight legs, and as for the chest... After his personal test, Still waiting for a good breast!

However, this Zhou Yunwan, just looking at the malevolent aura on his forehead from the photo, he is very turbulent.

It looks good, but it's a pity...

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At night, when Shang Yanzhou was in the bathroom, Wen Changlang sneaked into Shang Yanzhou's room secretly. He just wanted to climb into bed and sleep, but when he rolled his eyes, he was caught by the big red ironing board placed upright on the desk. Gold invitation to attract.

Run over to pick it up and have a look:

"Oriental Pearl Film and Television Exhibition Company sincerely invites Superintendent Shang Yanzhou to attend the celebration dinner for Ms. Zhou Yunwan under the company? Zhou Yunwan?!"

That singer Zhou Yunwan with the evil spirit on his forehead, who is dying soon?