The movie star is crying, the CEO sister loves me

Wang Jun was a little surprised and said with a smile: "Did you get the role of Director Wan? Not bad, he is indeed the person I liked at first sight."

Then he threw the information in Zhou Jing's hand and said with a tone that did not allow for questioning: "Now go downstairs and buy me a cup of hot coffee, and he will leave it to me."

Wang Jun was unable to get in, and Zhou Jing had nothing to do. Wang Jun did many evil things and was lawless in the company, but no one came out to stop him, which showed that the backstage was not small.

Zhou Jingren spoke softly and could only look at Jiang Ci with the information in hand, asking for his opinion.

If he really doesn't want to, just ignore it. The worst he can do is be targeted by Wang Jun in the future.

However, Jiang Ci's eyes were dull and he didn't take Wang Jun seriously and said calmly: "Go ahead."

Zhou Jing was a little confused and raised his brows, but in the end he respected his meaning and reminded him in a low voice: "Then be careful and run away if you can't."

Can't you beat a big boy?

Seeing that Zhou Jing and Jiang Ci knew each other, Wang Jun was very proud. He liked to enjoy the pleasure of using power to achieve his goals. He turned around and waved casually:

"Follow me to my office, and I'll treat our director Wan's new leading actor to a cup of fine tea."

Jiang Ci's eyes were filled with coldness, she sneered and followed him leisurely.

Wang Jun's office is opposite Wei Hu, and it is not much different from the vice president in terms of area and furnishings.

As a manager, he was parachuted into Hengxing Entertainment. He relied on his family connections to unleash his desires in this sensual and sensual entertainment industry. In Hengxing Entertainment, there was no one he couldn't get, and Wang Jun had always been so confident.

He opened the door and walked in, walked around behind the desk, pulled out the swivel chair with one hand, and unbuttoned his suit jacket with the other.

Looking at the handsome young man walking in step by step, it was like seeing a prey that was about to fall into the palm of his hand. The excitement was incoherent. The evil smile on the corner of Wang Jun's mouth became stronger. He sat on the luxurious swivel chair, spreading his hands and looking generous. road:

"Sit down, sit wherever you want."

Jiang Ci didn't appreciate it. His back was as straight as brittle bamboo in the mountain forest, and he had a sense of elegance. He stood in front of the desk and looked down at him.

Faced with his powerlessness, Wang Jun was not angry. After all, beauties all have tempers. This kind of excitement is interesting. He leaned on the back of the chair, turned his body left and right, and said with an evil smile:

"You dare to turn a deaf ear to my words after getting the role of Wan Dao? Jiang Ci, are you too naive? As long as you are still in Xingxing, we will have ways to make it difficult for you."

Jiang Ci sneered: "Threaten me? What do you want?"

Wang Jun raised his eyebrows and folded his hands on the desk: "No matter what, you know that I have always admired you. I have admired you since the first time I saw you. Your appearance is perfect and you are also very suitable for entertainment. The company also values ​​you very much. If you hadn't always ignored me and rejected me again and again, I would have had the opportunity to debut a month ago."

Jiang Ci was not surprised at all and asked, "You are the one behind this."

"Yes, even I can't be considered a prankster. How should I put it? You don't understand how useful rights are. Everything is just a matter of one sentence. Jiang Ci, I have given you many opportunities. "

Wang Jun stood up, walked around the desk and walked to Jiang Ci. The boy was half a head taller than him, with a thin body and a flawless face, like a work carefully carved by the gods.

She was even more beautiful than a woman. He was so moved that he couldn't help but reach out and touch her:

"If you are willing, I guarantee that you will receive endless announcements in the future. I have only given you this kind of treatment."

Seeing the hand reaching towards his face, Jiang Ci reached out and grasped it with lightning speed. With a little force, he pushed Wang Jun to the desk, and the other hand directly pinched his neck, slender The five fingers tightened.

It only takes a moment to turn against the guest.

Jiang Ci stood condescendingly, like a murderous god, and the sneer at the corner of his mouth was extremely scary.

"Ah...cough..."

Wang Jun was thin, drank too much and indulged in sex, and rarely exercised. He couldn't break free under Jiang Ci's hands.

The gold-rimmed glasses were thrown off and broke immediately, and his face turned the color of pig liver due to suffocation.

"Let go, Jiang Ci, are you crazy?"

Wang Jun's upper body was pressed tightly against the desk. The edge of the desk pressed across his waist, making him unable to exert any strength. He could only desperately pull the hand that was strangling his neck. His throat felt like it was separated by a razor blade, and the pain was excruciating. It was difficult to hold back these words.

"Let go. Don't you want to hang out in the stars anymore?"

Jiang Ci held him down with one hand, seemingly oblivious to his threat, and his face remained calm and calm, as if he was not strangling someone, but dealing with something unimportant.

Jiang Ci took a pen from the table with his other hand. The tip of the pen was made of pure gold, with ink still remaining on it. It was very sharp.

Wang Jun watched the pen tip getting closer and closer to him, glowing coldly like the scythe of death. He couldn't help but dilate his pupils and tremble all over, for fear that the pen would be inserted into his eyes in the next second.

Only at this moment did he realize the horror of Jiang Ci. He was a complete lunatic. He was not a little sheep that could be slaughtered by others. He was a demon that climbed up from hell and fought back at the extreme. He didn't care about anything at all.

Just like at this moment, Jiang Ci's handsome and demonic face was so cold and emotionless, not even angry.

His eyes, as deep as the abyss, seemed to be mixed with ice and snow, and his five fingers grasped the steel soldier and lingered on his face, frowning beautifully, as if he was looking for a place to start.

Wang Jun's face was ashen and his pupils were about to burst. He struggled but could not move. In the end, he lost all his dignity and begged for mercy: "Let me go."

Jiang Ci didn't speak. Her long eyelashes covered her dark eyes. She stopped on the man's shoulder with a sharp pen, and then stabbed it slowly and unhurriedly.

Instead of hitting it all at once, you slowly increase the intensity, and the pen sinks into the flesh and blood through the expensive shirt.

"what!"

Wang Jun couldn't help screaming in pain, but because Jiang Ci was pinching his neck, his screams were broken and hoarse. In addition, his office was specially soundproofed, so the cry for help could not be heard at all.

Jiang Ci slowly twisted his flesh and blood with a pen until the blood stained his shirt red.

Looking at Wang Jun's distorted face, Jiang Ci only felt excited. This man forced him repeatedly, and he wanted to kill him, but when he thought of going to jail for this, Jiang Ci felt that it was not worth it.

Wang Jun's life is not worthy of being exchanged for his own life.

The tip of the pen was fully inserted into Wang Jun's shoulder, and when he felt the tip touch the bone, Jiang Ci slowly opened his mouth, like a devil whispering: "Manager Wang, have you ever heard a sentence, never make a madman angry, otherwise, No one knows what a madman will do."

Wang Jun was so frightened that his legs were shaking. He had abused many men and women in bed, and bleeding and injuries were common. However, he had always been the master, the one with the sword, but now it was the other way around.

Jiang Ci's eyes really wanted to kill him, without any lies.

He really provoked a lunatic who didn't want his life.

Of course Wang Jun didn't want to die. He wasn't happy enough, so how could he be willing to die? He begged for mercy with difficulty: "Let me go."

Jiang Ci took out the pen with force, and a few drops of blood splashed on his fair face, making him look more like a demon.

The hand holding Wang Jun's neck tightened again, and the next moment he put the bloody pen to his mouth, letting the remaining blood on it slowly flow into his own mouth.

"If you mess with me again, you will die, do you understand?"

Jiang Ci whispered, giving him a final warning.

The taste of rust in his mouth made Wang Jun want to vomit, but he didn't dare at all. He could only beg for mercy: "I understand... I understand..."

Jiang Ci loosened his hands, took a step back, and let Wang Jun kneel down on the ground, covering his mouth and coughing wildly.

Jiang Ci admired his extremely embarrassed look, then turned and left. As soon as he opened the door, he happened to see Wei Hu. He was holding his coat and mobile phone and was about to enter his office.

"Why are you here? Didn't I ask Zhou Jing to tell you to wait for me in the office?"

Wei Hu asked in surprise.