Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"Hey, hey, Mr. Jiang, what are you doing?"

A figure howled and rushed over from the corridor, pushing Jiang Xu aside, opening his arms like an eagle protecting his chicks, and blocking his entire body in black behind him.

Jiang Xu was squeezed and staggered, the camera shook, and when it came back, all he could see was Xiao Xie's wide-open eyes.

When that gaze disappeared from the camera, Wen Can on the other side of the phone did not move.

He subconsciously wanted to grasp that strange and bizarre feeling, but sometimes some experiences can only last for a moment. He wanted to pursue it but found that it had already been submerged.

The only thing left in my mind was the hand holding the paintbrush and painting on the drawing board - maybe because he and Ye Kong were both painters.

He was thinking indecisively in his mind, and his eyes fell on the phone again.

Jiang Xu was laughing while answering Xiao Xie's question, with the phone in his hand. The angle was reversed, so he could only see the corner of the table and everyone's legs.

The person who looked like an undead demon came out from behind another woman who was protecting her child. From this strange angle, one could only see her wide black windbreaker and her long legs wrapped in short boots that were still a long way below the hem of her coat.

——From this perspective, the undead demon should be very tall, probably around 1.7 meters tall.

I don’t know why, but when I came to this conclusion, the subtle feeling that remained in my heart completely disappeared.

He leaned back and listened to Jiang Xu's nonsense with a calm mind.

The picture on the drawing board replayed in his mind, and he spoke without hesitation.

"Welcome all colleagues from Huaye Magazine to the Xingfei Building."

As soon as the faint and cold voice came out, the group of artists who were still in a frenzy froze immediately.

Jiang Xu also fell silent. He raised his eyebrows, held up his phone, and turned the screen to face the angry Xiao Xie: "Well, actually I wasn't taking pictures just now, but I was broadcasting to Xingfei's boss - after all, he is the real owner of this building, so I think it's good for him to meet you in advance, so that we won't be strangers in the future, right?"

"..."

Xiao Xie looked at the white ceiling on the screen and felt deeply that he had been fooled.

"Who do you not know across from me? Are you saying that we will have to greet Xingfei's ceiling and call him the boss in the future?"

Jiang Xu remained calm: "He is quite shy, please be considerate and just listen to his voice."

"Come on." Jiang Xu said gently, "Boss, say hello to everyone in Huaye."

Wen Can: ...

He forced the curse words back into his throat and said in a voice that was even deeper than Master Wen's: "Although we can't meet, I still want to extend an invitation to this...classmate who just left his masterpiece on the drawing board - do you intend to sell this setting to Xingfei?"

"Um, this..." Xiao Xie was about to help veto it, but was interrupted by the man in black.

"Classmate?" Her tone was cold, and through the towel wrapped around her, it added a layer of gloomy feeling. "Who is your classmate?"

“……”It turns out that I had my reasons for rejecting her.

Wen Can thought about it but smiled: "After all, you look like a young person under 20 years old. I think you are at the age of just entering college. If you feel offended or your actual age is much older than your voice, then I can call you aunt."

Wen Can regretted what he said the moment he said it. If he wanted the painting, he should have said something nice and appropriate instead of making such inexplicable sarcasm. His long-term avoidance of the undead demon led to an uncontrollable subconscious attack when they suddenly met, which was too inappropriate for him.

The undead demon over there was indeed silenced by this sarcastic remark.

On both ends of the phone, one person was facing a messy office where no one's face could be seen, and the other was facing a phone screen that only had the ceiling. Neither of them spoke.

The atmosphere was eerie and no one dared to speak.

The only one who dared to speak had an expression as if he was waiting for a good show.

After the atmosphere remained awkward and tense for a while, a faint sigh was heard from the man on the other end of the phone.

"sorry, I……"

"You hate me?"

——Two voices overlapped.

While Wen Can was stunned, the person on the other end continued to ask coldly: "If you hate me, why did you agree to rent the floor to Hua Ye?"

"..."

——She was indirectly confirming that she was the immortal demon.

It's like an encrypted conversation.

Only three or two people present knew what they were talking about.

Wen Can was silent for a moment before he said, "Public is public, private is private."

"That's even weirder. We haven't even met each other, so how can you hate me from a personal perspective?"

"I don't hate you." Wen Can said lightly, "I just don't like you."

The man's tone was cold, as if wrapped in a layer of night wind: "You should also allow the existence of people who don't like you in the world, right? After all, you are not RMB."

"..." She said, "You said that, aren't you afraid that I will never cooperate with Xingfei again? And sell all the paintings to your rivals instead?"

"You are indeed a huge cash cow, but unfortunately, I am not that ambitious about money."

"You founded Starfly even though you have no ambition for money?"

"I have no obligation to explain my actions to you." The man seemed a little impatient, and his tone became deeper and deeper, with a soft and cold aggression like a barbed whip. "If you plan to give up all cooperation with Xingfei because of my personal emotions, then please - but..."

After a pause, he continued, "I believe you will not find a better partner than me. I will give you complete creative freedom and 100% respect. It has nothing to do with my personal feelings. From an objective point of view, you are a very talented creator. It will be an honor for Xingfei to work with you."

All in black: ...

"You are such a weirdo."

she says.

Then he looked back at the painting on the drawing board, turned around and walked out.

When passing by the phone in Jiang Xu's hand, he left a faint sentence: "I'll give you this painting as a gift, just as a reward for not liking me."

Wen Can, who had already prepared for everything to go wrong: …

The young girl's voice was a little distorted coming out of the phone, and it sounded strangely ethereal to my ears.

And when she left the room, the rest of the people finally came back to their senses from the conversation just now.

"Wait a minute, what did you mean by that?"

"Why did the boss say he wanted to cooperate with her? What did he want to cooperate on?"

"What does it mean to allow someone in the world to dislike her? What kind of person is so high and mighty?"

"Flower Leaf Magazine... Stars..."

……

"Old Xie, why can she decide whether we should cooperate with Xingfei?"

"Why does she act like she has the final say for the entire magazine?"

……