After the top stream had a cp with the manager

Negative Feather Duster Pleading Guilty

Last night, Fu Qingle gave everyone a day off before leaving, so everyone who had worked hard for many days took a break and slept until nine o'clock.

Although Qihang is declining day by day, he is well-known in the industry as a preferential artist, especially TRS is now the company's top priority, and the treatment given to them is even better.Not only did they give them a villa worth tens of millions as a dormitory, but it also provided them with all living facilities and a room for each person, giving them enough privacy.

Chen Li asked his senior brothers and sisters who had already made their debut, and only then did they know that other people did not have the same treatment as them. Although they lived in a villa, both the location and the environment were far worse than theirs, and the furniture inside was only necessary. There is no karaoke room, home theater and a room full of smart home appliances.

Their senior brothers and sisters also half-jokingly and half-enviously called them the princes of Qihang, and they were loved by thousands of people.Although it is an exaggeration, it can be seen that Qihang attaches great importance to TRS.

At five past nine in the morning, Mu Yuyang opened the door fully dressed, and the corridor was quiet.He walked all the way and listened to the movement of other houses with his ears sideways.Liu Xianghan and Chen Li were still sleeping, calling and talking in sleep from time to time, Xu Sibai closed the door and was playing with his guitar, Chu Jiaoyang's room was silent.

He went downstairs with light steps and found Chu Jiaoyang stretching in the small living room.

"You're up, I thought you were still asleep." Mu Yuyang went into the kitchen and poured a glass of water, leaning on the sofa to watch Chu Jiaoyang stretch his body, "If you don't need to train today, you can take a good rest for a day. It's okay if you don't practice for a day What a big deal."

"I'm used to it. It's uncomfortable not to dance for a day." After Chu Jiaoyang stretched his legs, he began to lower his waist again. His body seemed to have no bones, and it was snapped in half.

Mu Yuyang took a deep breath, silently supported his waist, and said angrily: "Then you practice." He will not be stimulated here.

After drinking the water, Mu Yuyang took the cup to the kitchen to wash it, then took out a few quick-frozen buns from the refrigerator, put them in the steamer, and made himself another cup of coffee.After finishing everything, he went out of the kitchen and began to stroll on the first floor, reaching for the furniture while walking.

Probably because his movements were too conspicuous, Chu Jiaoyang, who never cared about other things, stopped and asked, "What are you looking for?"

Mu Yuyang shook his head, with an indifferent look on his face: "It's nothing, just take a look. By the way, do you think there will be a feather duster in our house?" "Feather duster?"

Mu Yuyang thought that Chu Jiaoyang, who was born in France, didn't know what a feather duster was, and enthusiastically explained to him: "A feather duster is a stick object with chicken feathers wrapped around one end, which is used to clean dust, but in our country it is usually used by parents. To teach disobedient children."

Chu Jiaoyang looked at him helplessly: "I know what a feather duster is, but I just don't understand what you're looking for."

Mu Yuyang scratched the wall angrily: "Didn't I just say that feather dusters are usually used by parents in our country to teach disobedient children."

Chu Jiaoyang glanced over him: "Are you a parent or a child?"

Mu Yuyang replied with a sigh.

Chu Jiaoyang understood, and there was a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, and he rarely said a joke: "When will Chinese children bring their own torture tools when they are beaten?"

"I am in a special situation. You can also understand that I am going to plead guilty. You know what it means to plead guilty. In the ancient Warring States period, there was a general named Lian Po. He was jealous of his colleague Lin Xiangru who had a higher position than him, so he let him go. If you meet Lin Xiangru, you must humiliate him severely..."

Chu Jiaoyang interrupted his smooth talk, and rubbed his brows in distress: "I returned to China when I was ten years old, and I have learned everything you have learned, so there is no need to popularize it with me."

"Oh," Mu Yuyang sighed regretfully, and continued to look for a feather duster.

Chu Jiaoyang reminded him: "Maybe in the storage room, Hanhan took all the useless things there."

"I'll try and find it."

Five minutes later, Mu Yuyang really found a brand new feather duster in a pile of sundries, and packed it in a bag.

At this time, the buns were steamed, and Mu Yuyang went out after a simple breakfast. Before leaving, he told Chu Jiaoyang: "There are steamed buns in the steamer, and the coffee and milk are ready. You can eat it. I won’t come back to eat at noon, you can solve it yourself.”

Just as Mu Yuyang left, the bedroom door on the second floor opened, and Xu Sibai came down with an empty cup: "Who are you talking to?"

Chu Jiaoyang: "...Nanny."

In front of the Mingyi Building, Mu Yuyang had already walked around the door a dozen times with a bag with the Chanel logo on it, but he didn't dare to go in.The conspicuous Chanel bag and its more conspicuous appearance have attracted the attention of many people coming in and out. Even the security at the door has come to ask several times, and the Chanel bag has been turned inside out five or six times , but there are no other offensive weapons except for a feather duster.

After staying for another 10 minutes, the security guard became impatient: "I said, little brother, if you want to go in, you can go in, and if you want to leave, you have been walking around here for half an hour. This is not the way to do it."

Mu Yuyang tried to take a deep breath: "You don't understand, I'm doing psychological construction now."

Brother Baoquan smiled: "It's not like going in and being beaten for psychological construction."

Brother Baoquan originally wanted to comfort him, but he went in the wrong direction.After being comforted by him, Mu Yuyang's little heart trembled even more, thinking that he might come back another day.He already found out last night that his grandpa and grandma went on vacation in Europe, and his aunt went to Southeast Asia to shoot the MV for a new single this morning. He didn't have any backers around, so he wasn't sure He survived completely from his uncle's hands.

The foot took a step back.

Another step back.

Just as he was about to run wildly, a familiar voice stopped him.

"Yangyang?"

Mu Yuyang stiffened his body, maintained the starting position for five or six seconds before slowly turning around, and called weakly: "Brother Xingwen."

"What are you doing here?" Gu Xingwen raised his eyes, a faint smile appeared on his serious face.

"I, I'm here to find uncle." Facing his uncle's most capable assistant, Mu Yuyang began to speak awkwardly.

"Looking for the president? Then go up, he should be here by now. Come on, I'll take you up." After Gu Xingwen finished speaking, he brought Mu Yuyang into the door without giving him a chance to refuse.

The president's office is on the seventeenth floor, and it only takes more than ten seconds to take the elevator. Mu Yuyang just took a few deep breaths and arrived.Gu Xingwen took him out and knocked on the door of the CEO's office.

"Mr. Mu, Yang Yang is here."

It took five or six seconds for a voice to sound in the room: "Come in."

Mu Yuyang tried his best to analyze the tone of the people in the room.The tone is flat, neither happy nor angry, and he should be in a good mood.

Gu Xingwen pushed open the door and smiled at Mu Yuyang: "Go in, I'll get you a drink."

"Thank you Brother Xingwen." Mu Yuyang stood in front of the door and took a deep breath.

Xingwen looked down at the bag, and said with a smile, "He brought a gift? The president must be very happy."

Mu Yuyang couldn't help but squeezed the bag tightly, and laughed a few times weakly.

Some things always have to be faced.You have to die sooner or later.Mu Yuyang cheered himself up and bravely opened the door.

However, he forgot that since he was a child, he couldn't resist his uncle's aggressive aura at all, so he failed before walking a few steps, and his heart was beating wildly.

Walking in front of that person tremblingly, he called out with a trembling voice: "Little~uncle~"

The person behind the desk was processing the documents, and without raising his head when he heard the words, he hummed coldly, and his voice could not be heard clearly.

Mu Yuyang felt that he was going to take back what he said, such a little uncle is scary!

At this time, you need to be proactive.So he took out a feather duster from his bag, put it on the table, smashed the can and said, "Uncle, I was wrong, I don't mind if you want to beat or punish!"

The person behind the desk finally put down the documents, leaned back, first glanced at the feather duster lying quietly on the desk, then raised his eyelids and glanced lazily at the nephew in front of him with a swollen neck who was obviously scared and pretended to be indifferent, With a half-smile, he asked, "Where did you go wrong?"

"It was my fault to sneak back home."

"and also."

"The mistake is being a trainee under your nose, and I haven't told you yet."

Based on his attitude of admitting his mistakes was not bad, Mu Ran's expression softened: "Sit down first."

"You won't hit me?" Mu Yuyang asked in surprise.

Mu Ran sneered: "It's as if I beat you, do you want to complain to your little grandma again?"

Mu Yuyang shrank his neck to defend himself: "What do you mean again? I only filed a complaint once, and you did beat me that time, kicking my ass twice, one on each side, I didn't lie. "

"That's because I only moved my hand once!" Mu Ran glared at his eldest nephew angrily, "I remember the eight-year-old thing now, is there any hope for me?"

"You even remember when your little aunt was three years old, you..." Mu Yuyang looked at his uncle's unkind eyes, and he didn't dare to say the last sentence, "Are you going to be promising?"

Mu Ran has always had nothing to do with his sharp-tongued nephews who are misleading a lot.Hit, not willing to hit; scolded, but not willing to scold too hard, in the end he just pretended to be angry and glared at him.

At this time, Gu Xingwen came in with juice in his hands, and the nephew training meeting had to be temporarily suspended.

Mu Yuyang was in a good mood.He knew his uncle very well, and when he stopped being aggressive and turned to staring, it meant that his anger had almost subsided.

Mu Yuyang heaved a sigh of relief, and at the same time, his demon spirit returned, and he opened the small refrigerator in the corner of his uncle's office familiarly, which was filled with various snacks and desserts.Mu Ran is not a greedy person, these snacks are prepared for his wife and nephew.Snacks are for lovers, and all kinds of desserts are for nephews.

Mu Yuyang grinned happily from ear to ear looking at the full desserts, picked out two pieces of tiramisu and brought them back to the desk, and happily ate them in front of his uncle.

Mu Ran was angry and funny, but in the end all the dissatisfaction was reduced to one sentence: "Eat slowly, no one will grab you."