Perfect Secret Love: The Bad New Wife is a Little Sweet

In the morning, the Guangyao Media Company building.

The office at the end of the penthouse is luxuriously furnished, with medieval paintings and vintage horns hanging on the walls, and colorful enameled vases on the table reflecting a dazzling glow in the sun.

Zhou Wenbin had a cup of black coffee in his hand and his whole body relaxed on the leather sofa behind him. He looked quite comfortable.

The man was wearing an Armani premium tailored suit with a limited edition Baida Emerald watch, and his hair was greasy and bright. Although he was in his mid-life, he was in his 40s, he was well maintained, looking up to his 30s.

At this moment, opposite Zhou Wenbin, sitting alone, wearing a slightly older white T-shirt and washed jeans, simple black short hair, clean face, no makeup, back to the shadow of the light is a perfectly carved face by the creator.

But the man's eyes were bleak, and his thin lips were not bloody, and his whole body covered with a cold, silent smell.

Zhou Wenbin gently sipped the coffee and looked at each other, “Luo Chen, what do you think? Have you thought about it? ”

Luo Chen's figure was abnormally thin and thin, but his back was straightened. He heard that the rigid back of the spine trembled slightly irresistibly. His dark eyes were freezing to the extreme cold light, but soon even that chill was devoured by the darkness of his eyes and turned into a desperate ash defeat.

At this time, a knock of "knock knock knock knock” broke the silence of death indoors.

A swollen man in a grey suit rushed in sweating his head. As soon as he saw Zhou Wenbin, he shouted in panic, “Director Zhou... something terrible is wrong...”

Zhou Wen Binton, disturbed by his idyllic elegance, frowned and looked at each other dissatisfied, “Early in the morning, what are you yelling at? ”

Fatty said anxiously, “Director Zhou, he didn't even say hello, suddenly sent a new agent, said he was coming today, and let all of us cooperate fully with his work. What do you mean," Chief "? ”

Although Glorious's performance is at the rear of the crane among the world's subsidiaries, it is, after all, under Globe's flag, much better than other small brokerage companies, with big trees on their backs.

Artists and brokers alike, it is not easy to get into the glow, they must have relevant professional experience and educational background, have been interviewed five times and will be quite demanding.

The point is, Zhou Wenbin is the boss now, and any artist, including the broker, must have looked at the nod before entering the company.

Now a broker suddenly dropped in the air and gave him such a privilege, no one could be discouraged, especially Zhou Wenbin's party, naturally will pay special attention.

Zhou Wenbin heard Yan's eyes squint slightly. He scratched a little shadow on his face and snorted coldly. "The one named Ye Bai? ”

Fatty nodded, “Right, right! That's the name, Director Chow, you know? ”

Zhou Wenbin didn't know what to think. His face was even more ugly. “He's just a hairy boy from the beginning. Can he land on my land? Do what you have to do and do what you have to do. It's worth a little surprise! ”

Oh, this bastard, I didn't expect him to come to Mars Weekly to turn his opinion around, and finally really let Han Envy Salted Fish turn around and ruin his good deeds for nothing.