A heartthrob? Here you go!

Dirty and vile things.

In just one morning, everyone from Bai Xun to Feng Lan set their sights on Xiao Yu, and now even that unknown bastard tried to get involved.

You filthy things deserve to die, you shameless bitches!

Song Jingshen restrained himself and hid his hands under the table, pressing his thighs hard. His pulse was beating wildly, and he closed his eyes to suppress the desire and anger in his heart.

He wanted the little fish to come to his side, and wanted the little fish to look at him, look at him forever.

Don't listen to others, don't smile at others, and it's best to throw away that damn notebook. Just look at him, only him in your eyes!

The handsome and indifferent young man next to him glanced sideways towards the center of the round table.

The handsome and elegant young man seemed serious and dignified, listening attentively to the report of the person on the stage, but a closer look revealed that the light in his narrow and beautiful auspicious phoenix eyes was dull and gloomy.

Xun Yiguang withdrew his gaze.

If he wants to go crazy, then go crazy quickly. He doesn't want to report this performance report at all.

Song Jingshen remained patient, remembering Yu Ge's words, and tried his best to control his anger so as not to cause trouble for Yu Ge.

Just as my out-of-control heart was about to calm down, a startled voice suddenly came from my side:

"Commissioner Feng really put the nameplate on her personally? And he even tucked her hair?"

"Are you kidding? Commissioner Feng is such a smiling tiger—"

The man couldn't believe it and asked in a low voice, completely unaware of his desk mate's frantic blinking eyes.

"what are you guys saying?"

A clear voice sounded, and a familiar and gentle question suddenly came from behind.

The man froze, and his desk mate covered his face in shame and turned his head away, not daring to look.

The man immediately slid down to his knees and bowed his head to admit his mistake: "I was wrong, Commissioner Song, I shouldn't have violated the venue rules."

Wen Run, the commissioner, did not criticize him at all, but only asked, "Did Feng Lan give the new commissioner a nameplate? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

He didn't expect Song Jingshen to ask this, and he was stunned for a moment.

Does Commissioner Song care so much about being named Commissioner?

He pursed his lips and nodded, saying, "I didn't see it with my own eyes, but I have photos."

As he spoke, he opened the communicator and pulled up the photos.

In the center of the photo is a tall and gentle woman, bowing her head as another person gently puts a nameplate on her.

Feng Lan’s head lowered very low, as if it was about to fall on Yu Ge’s heart.

Song Jingshen glanced at him and said calmly, "It is inappropriate to make irresponsible comments about colleagues."

The man said shamefacedly: "Yes, I will delete the photos now."

As he spoke, the photo was deleted and disappeared as if nothing had happened.

Song Jingshen nodded, turned around, picked up the pen again, and held it tightly and forcefully.

Holding hands and wearing name tags are really crossing the line.

"Click--" The tip of the pen passed through the fingertips and sank deeply into the table. Ink and bright red blood flowed, staining the white porcelain and jade-like hand.

Xun Yiguang took another look and raised his hand to pick up the things on the table.

It’s great that I don’t have to report on my work.

A low cry of surprise was heard, Yu Ge frowned and turned his head to look over, and saw that Song Jingshen's hand was bleeding from the tip of the pen for some reason.

Even though the committee members nearby looked nervous and anxious, they still managed to maintain discipline.

Although the discipline was not very good and people kept talking in a whisper, it was good that it did not alarm too many people at the critical moment.

Song Jingshen gently comforted everyone, and when he turned his head to look at Yu Ge, he saw her lowering her head and typing something on the communicator.

Who are you messaging?

Song Jingshen stared at that place silently, not even caring about the wound on his hand.

Bai Xun? Feng Lan? Or that ugly thing beside her?

"Commissioner, your wound, Commissioner--" the person beside him shouted at him anxiously in a low voice.

Song Jingshen ignored him and stood up. When he was about to walk towards Yu Ge, the communicator on his wrist suddenly rang and a special prompt sound rang.

Song Jingshen paused and looked down at the communicator in shock.

As he watched, the communicator beeped twice, meaning Xiaoyu had sent him three messages.

So, Xiaoyu was sending him a message just now?

Song Jingshen raised his hand in astonishment, opened the communicator in privacy mode, and checked the message.

Xiaoyu: How did your hand get hurt?

Xiaoyu: Deal with it as soon as possible. There is ink on your hands. Don’t let it get infected.

Xiaoyu: Can you treat the wound immediately?

Song Jingshen's tightly furrowed brows instantly relaxed.

The little fish is caring about him.

Song Jingshen took a step forward with a gentle and restrained expression as he walked towards Yu Ge.

When he passed Yu Ge, he slowed down his pace. The similar smells on the two of them instantly intertwined and merged, and then separated. Feeling regretful, Song Jingshen walked towards the exit.

Xun Yiguang took a look and let out a long sigh.

It would be better if a nuclear bomb were to blow up the world, then all the worries would disappear and there would be no need to submit performance reports.

Shen Du came back and sat down beside him, reminding him in a deep voice: "President Xun, you should prepare to report on stage."

Xun Yiguang was annoyed: "You really deserve to die, Shen Du."

Shen Du: ???

Xun Yi Guang went on stage with a sigh, as Shen Du looked at him like a fool. He read the manuscript slowly and calmly, and he managed to make a 500-word manuscript as long as 3,000 words. Yu Ge's mouth twitched when he heard it.

After Xun Yiguang returned to his seat, the subsequent debriefings were conducted quickly and were all finished after an hour. When the councillors at the center of the round table were packing up their things and preparing to leave, Fang Mingzhao suddenly spoke:

"Director You, please wait a moment."

The white-haired congressman paused, raised his sagging eyelids, and looked at Fang Mingzhao casually: "Senator Fang, do you have anything else to say?"

Fang Mingzhao smiled and said, "This is a very interesting proposal. Let's all appreciate it together."

"This is not good." Councillor You knocked on the table. "It's against the rules for us two old guys to be alone, right?"

"Just taking a look to see if there's anything against the rules." Fang Mingzhao confronted him with a smile. In the huge council hall, more than 500 people were in complete silence.

"Yu Ge--" A weathered and old voice suddenly sounded, echoing in the solemn and silent council hall.

Yu Ge stood up suddenly and replied, "Yes."

In an instant, all eyes in the entire council hall turned to Yu Ge, the only person standing at the round table.

All kinds of looks, scrutinizing, disapproving, and surprised, were focused on her.

Fang Mingzhao smiled and said, "Would it be convenient for you to send your proposal to the dozen or so old guys at our table?"

The polite and friendly words suddenly changed the gazes from all around. The original undisguised malice and contempt disappeared after Fang Mingzhao's words.

Who is she?

The obscure gazes met all around, communicating silently.

Someone who was well-informed quietly looked towards the center of the second ring of the round table, only to see a notebook covered in ink and blood, and no one was there.

What about Commissioner Song?

Yu Ge responded respectfully: "You're welcome. It's my honor."

After saying that, she picked up the prepared materials, and walked calmly towards the brightest and most powerful round table under the gazes of everyone.