Drifting Towards You

Su Xiangwan didn't hesitate, turned and walked towards Vice President Zhang's office.

Mi Li and Yuan Xue were uneasy and wanted to follow up, but they were stopped by the so-called deputy general secretary.

"I'm sorry you two, Mr. Zhang wants to talk to Miss Su alone."

Su Xiangwan nodded to the two, but there was nothing to be afraid of.

After all, there is only one door.

After pushing the door in, she couldn't help but froze for a moment.

He Miao was sitting on the sofa with tears in his eyes, and an old man in his forties was sitting at his desk.

The two raised their heads to look at her at the same time, and a flash of resentment flashed through He Miao's eyes.

The man first looked up and down Su Xiangwan, his eyes flashed with surprise.

"Mr. Zhang..." He Miao called the man dissatisfied.

The man recovered his senses and said sternly, "Xiang Wan, I called you over today to talk to you."

Su Xiangwan's lips curled up slightly: "You speak."

"I know that you are a newcomer to the company, but you can see what you are doing today! Do you know how much this will affect the company? Even if you want to climb up, you shouldn’t step on it. 'S head!"

Su Xiangwan did not take his words to heart: "So, what does Mr. Zhang want me to do?"

The man coughed twice, and then he said: "After the company has discussed, He Miao is more suitable for the leading role of "The Last Dream of the Qing Palace". I hope you will release a statement stating that He Miao has never snatched "The Last Dream of the Qing Palace" with you. The heroine of, it means that you misunderstood at the beginning and mistakenly thought that the protagonist was you, so that she said that."

Su Xiangwan chuckled and looked at the man directly: "Mr. Zhang, I need a reason."

The old man was slightly startled, frowning, thinking about the words.

Who ever thought that Su Xiangwansheng was afraid that the trouble was not big enough, and said bluntly: "Because He Miao slept with you?"

The man's face was slightly stiff, his wrinkled old face trembled, and his face was a bit unbearable.

He Miao stood up from the sofa with a sneer, holding the old man's arm and staring sternly: "So what? Su Xiangwan, don't think that you will win the game if you reveal Xu Mingli. I tell you, "The Last Dream of the Qing Dynasty" The heroine can only be mine!"

"Miss He really paid a lot of money for a role."

He Miao raised his chin slightly, his eyes filled with the delight of success: "Yes, you can only get you if you want to. Besides, Mr. Zhang is such a high-powered person, you can't climb it if you want to."

Su Xiangwan looked at the man again.

He was in his forties, but his face was full of fat, and he was trembling with pleats.

Well, she really...can't climb high.

He Miao stepped forward and looked at her proudly: "Su Xiangwan, what are you fighting with me? You see, after so much effort, this character is not mine in the end! Hahahaha!"

Su Xiangwan's lips curled up slowly, only to laugh.

He Miao's expression suddenly became more ferocious: "I'm wise, I advise you to publish a statement obediently and dispel your thoughts about this drama as soon as possible, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude to you!"

Su Xiangwan's eyes were faint, like a whirlpool in the light.

"I would like to know, how can you be kind?"

The old man's gaze was obscene and insulting: "Su Xiangwan, you little girl with delicate skin and tender flesh, don't toast or drink fine wine! If you are acquainted, you'd better do it obediently. Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to make you cry and beg me!"

At this time, there was a loud bang, and the door was suddenly kicked open from outside.

Mu Beiting was covered in evil spirits, and looked at the man with a gloomy look: "Really? Why don't you tell me, which one hundred kinds?"