brothers and sisters

Yang Mingming was lucky or unlucky to have such a difficult boss as Ren Tzuyu, he was just a new editor.

Bullying newcomers is a tradition in every company.

Their industry can be regarded as literary and art workers, and they are at the forefront of trends. Therefore, the sisters in the company soon saw through Yang Mingming's sexual orientation with keen eyes.

However, no one discriminated against him, please, what age is it now, everyone is very open, okay?

Moreover, Yang Mingming has thin skin and tender flesh, white and tender, and when he talks to strangers, his face seems to be covered with a layer of pink soft light, and anyone who sees it will feel distressed.

Therefore, after everyone discussed it, they assigned Yang Mingming to the only male author in their group, that is, Ren Ziyu.

In comics, in novels, don't they all have plots like this?What a big writer and a small editor.

It's a pity that this Yang Mingming is really disappointing. He has been with Ren Ziyu for so long, except for being bullied by Ren Ziyu all day long, it seems that there is nothing pink.

Today, as soon as he got off the plane, he flatteredly asked Ren Ziyu for credit, but when he answered the phone, his Ziyu was actually hospitalized.

Yang Mingming didn't even have time to return home, so he entrusted his luggage to a colleague and rushed to the hospital.

When he arrived at the hospital, Ren Ziyu had already been transferred from the emergency ward to the advanced ward that Yan Shuo specially reserved for Ren Ziyu.

Yang Mingming made a fuss and asked, only to find out that the person had already turned away.

He inquired about the new ward and was looking around.

I heard a few nurses forming a group in the corridor, chattering very excitedly.

He seemed to have heard Ling Yu's name by accident.

This name suddenly made him nervous, by the way, Ling Shuai.

Damn, why did I forget this.

If something happened to Ren Ziyu, Ling Shuai must be there.

I rushed here in a hurry, my face was not washed and my hair was not combed, and the clothes on my body were all swished. With this image, how could I meet an idol.

So he stood at the door of the ward, shyly refusing to go in, and just poked his probe inside to see if Ling Yu was inside.

But this crumbling ward doesn't even have a window, so he can only listen at the door, but he still hasn't figured out why.

His neck was grabbed by a big hand like iron tongs.

Yan Shuo went downstairs, and when he took out his pocket, he found that the payment voucher was still in his hand.

Although Boss Yan is worth tens of millions, how can a businessman do business at a loss.

It's the best of humanity for him to abandon his staff and meetings to help Ling Yu save people, and he has to ask Ling Yu to reimburse him for the money.

So Boss Yan turned around with the invoice and walked back.

As soon as he walked into the corridor, he saw a white and tender little boy lying on the door of Ren Ziyu's ward, poking his head, looking like a thief.

Yan Shuo didn't think too much about it at the time, who is Ling Yu, a superstar, a paparazzi, a perverted fan, don't ask too much.

Without even thinking about it, he rushed up and grabbed Yang Mingming.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Shuo asked in a low voice.

Yang Mingming was already guilty of being a thief, and when he was caught, his small body shivered and said: "Hero, spare your life."

Turning around, I met a heroic face.

"What are you doing sneaking around here?"

Yan Shuo was taken aback when he saw Yang Mingming turn his head back. This little boy was pretty good-looking, delicate and tender, with big watery eyes ready to cry, Yan Shuo almost let go of his hand when he saw it.

"I... I am, can you control me?"

Taking advantage of Yan Shuo's slack, Yang Mingming bit Yan Shuo's injury with one bite.

Yan Shuo didn't expect that this little boy who looked like a deer would bite someone with his mouth, and his hand hurt, but he didn't let him go.

Looking at his hands again, there was already a row of imprints that had been bitten, neatly.

Yan Shuo was not angry at the time, but thought that this little guy's teeth are quite neat.

Seeing that his sneak attack failed, Yang Mingming immediately lost his confidence.

"I'm here to see Tzuyu, who are you!"

Yan Shuo stared at Yang Mingming for a while, then sneered.

"To see a patient? Are you looking for such a sneaky person? Are you a paparazzi? Or a fan of brains?"

"I'm Ling Shuai's fan, I'm not a brainless fan!"

Yang Mingming hates being said that he is a fan of brains.

He, Yang Mingming, is not such a superficial person. He can be Ling Shuai's face fan and body fan, but he firmly refuses to admit that he is a fan of brains.

"Ah."

Yan Shuo sneered again, and Yang Mingming realized that he had said something wrong.

"I really came to see Tzuyu grow up."

He drooped his little head and said.

People around were already watching them, Yan Shuo thought for a while, carried Yang Mingming, and entered Ren Ziyu's ward.

The two people in the ward who were at war with swords were suddenly interrupted by these two people, and they all looked at them in bewilderment.

Yan Shuo flung Yang Mingming lightly towards the bed.

"This person, who is said to be your brainless fan, could not be the one who did the murder."

In fact, Yan Shuo himself didn’t quite believe what he said. After all, in Ren Ziyu’s description, the other party was a middle-aged, wretched uncle. The image of Yang Mingming’s slender arms and legs was really different from that middle-aged wretched uncle’s image. is a bit far.

"Ling Shuai, just pretend you didn't see me."

Yang Mingming covered his face in despair and said that he, as a fan, is also burdened.

Ling Yu looked a little funny looking at Yang Mingming, but he also had the burden of being an idol, so he kept a reserved smile all the time.

"Shuai Ling, I'm here to see Ziyu." Yang Mingming said aggrievedly.

Seeing Yang Mingming like this, Ren Ziyu suppressed a smile: "You are..."

"Brother Ziyu, stop playing with me, we were on the phone just now."

"is it?"

Seeing Ling Yu and Ren Ziyu like this, Yan Shuo probably knew each other.

But he was bitten by Yang Mingming, and he was bloodshot, so he had to take revenge no matter what.

"Well, they don't know you, come on, follow me to the police station."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab Yang Mingming's slender arm again, and Yang Mingming's tears were about to fall: "Master Ziyu, I came to see you, and I have Jin Jinhan's autographed photo with me, you can't do this To me."

"Oh, oh, I remembered, aren't you Yang Mingming? Why are you in such a mess, that, benefactor, this is my friend, please let him go."

Yan Shuo snorted coldly and let go of Yang Mingming.

Then he threw the bills he had paid to Ling Yu: "I will reimburse you later."

Ling Yu took the receipt and looked at it, then threw it on the bed: "Remember to return the money to them."

Yan Shuo shook his head: "I'm leaving first, there is still something to do at the company."

"Success, let's get back in touch later."

Ling Yu nodded.

Yan Shuo walked to the door, turned his head again, gave Yang Mingming a meaningful look, turned and left.

Yang Mingming shivered at Yan Shuo's evil glance.

He touched the chair and sat down: "Master Ziyu, who is this man?"

Ren Ziyu also asked, "Yes, who is my savior?"

Ling Yu felt very uncomfortable when Ren Ziyu called Yan Shuo one lifesaver after another.

"Yan Shuo, one of the top ten outstanding young entrepreneurs in the city, the president of Chuangheng Group."

"Oh." Ren Ziyu said disapprovingly.

"Ah?" Yang Mingming let out a scream and completely collapsed on the chair.

Ren Ziyu rubbed his nearly broken brain: "This name sounds familiar, Chuangheng Group... Chuangheng Group..."

He glanced at Yang Mingming.

Yang Mingming said desperately: "That's right, it's our Chuangheng Group."

He actually bit the boss of his company.