C402 Bighead Appear

"The sadness in your eyes is already sad enough. Let's go watch this movie. It should be called more sorrowful than Grief's Eyes or Grief's 2.0."

The gentleness in Chi Shaojun's eyes dimmed for a second. His expression was so complicated that it seemed to be hard to say. He licked his white lips, "I made some adjustments on my face …" "It's plastic surgery. This way, the company will get a better picture. It's really depressing, and they like it."

"Then why did you do it?" Ann Qianxi knew that she had started a conversation that they had been avoiding.

Chi Shaojun's expression didn't show anything, he explained patiently and quietly, "So it's not that I'm not happy, but it's just the aftereffects of the plastic surgery. Chi Shaojun's eyes didn't show anything, he explained patiently and quietly," So it's not that I'm not happy, but it's just the aftereffects of the plastic surgery.

Thus, he quietly changed the topic.

"I'll follow you wherever you go to see. As long as I'm with you, I'll be happy." Ann Qianxi pouted her lips that were like pink petals. Before she could even exclaim in shock, she felt a patch of sunlight covering her head.

Chi Shaojun's tall figure leaned over, baring his white teeth and his slightly dry and white lips. He bit Ann Qianxi's lips and gently blew like a summer breeze. The fine electricity wrapped around his entire body.

A familiar aura emanated from his shoulders. His deep, magnetic voice caressed his ear. "Don't dodge …" It was filled with a domineering tone that could not be refused.

Ann Qianxi moved her body and took out the phone from her bag. From the reflection of her phone, she could see Chi Shaojun's face — he was smiling evilly.

It was Kevin. He told Ann Qianxi to prepare for the meeting.

As Ann Qianxi was thinking about how to make her rosy red face fade away, she stood up and saw Chi Shaojun's evil and charming smile.

"I'm going to a meeting. I'll be back soon." Ann Qianxi ran away shyly with her head lowered. Chi Shaojun's low and sexy voice was like rain on her back, "Don't forget. Before you finish, call me. I'll be waiting for you downstairs."

"Yes, yes." Ann Qianxi nodded.

The meeting room was silent.

This kind of silence was a little too abnormal. Besides, there was nothing on the table. Ann Qianxi gave Kevin a meaningful glance, while Kevin was also at a loss.

Ann Qianxi placed each glass of water on the table and filled it with water.

After a while, the company's executives came in and sat down first. Then, Ann Qianxi saw Deng Yujin and Ye Yuni. Their faces were still as cold, calm and collected as ever.

The moment the two of them sat down, Ou Ney walked in through the door.

When he sat on the seat, the silence was filled with ices--because Ou Ney, as the CEO, actually sat on the side seat.

Ann Qianxi seemed to be hallucinating as she heard the crackling sound of Ye Yuni's body freezing up.

Everyone in the meeting room was quietly watching Ou Ney in a deathly silence — but no expression could be seen on his face. He was like a plastic model reserved for seating.

Ou Ney calmly announced: "From today onwards, the position of the chief editor of Chi's Magazine will no longer be mine. Today, we will have a new magazine editor conduct handover activities. Everyone, please cooperate with your work later."

Ye Yuni's elite pupils trembled. She looked at Deng Yujin. Deng Yujin's calm eyes revealed a message that Deng Yujin had known about this a long time ago.

If looks could be turned into needles, then the inflatable figurine of Ye Yuni and Deng Yujin would be pierced by Ann Qianxi, especially Ye Yuni.

Ye Yuni's previous actions toward Zhu Zhu — she had wantonly trampled and insulted Zhu Zhu's insignificant wish to confiscate her at will. Ann Qianxi's eyes were filled with cactus like poisonous thorns.

There was only one meaning in Ann Qianxi's eyes: Ye Yuni, just you wait.

It was at this moment that the steady sound of high-heeled shoes came from outside the door. Ann Qianxi turned around and saw the man. It was the editor of the new fashion magazine.

Ann Qianxi's heart tensed up as well.

The tail of mid-April was like the tail of a dinosaur. There was a lot of meat on it, and the thick tail swept over the hot or wet ground bit by bit.

Sometimes, Ann Qianxi's jumping thought was that if only humans didn't know when they were going to go extinct, like dinosaurs, they would all be happy together, holding hands and chatting, without fear of the future domination of death.

For example, a small dinosaur lying on the grass holding the hand of a large dinosaur, looking at the stars, the small dinosaur said, Oh, look, it's popular, the large dinosaur pointed to the sky, yeah, oh, oh, so bright.

The two dinosaurs cried louder and, alas, louder and brighter.

Finally, the planet broke apart and the two dinosaurs slowly disappeared.

But we humans are different. We are governed by a fear, a known thing.

This could be a matter of life and death, or even thoughts about the future.

Cold air permeated in the air bit by bit.

It had already begun raining outside. In the past, it had rarely rained for several days in the north, but this year's situation was especially special. The rain never stopped.

The rainy weather is like those boring math problems you do in high school, and you don't even know the key, you just look at them and rack your brain for ways to get high marks.

The question is, you can't do this kind of question, what should you do? Ah, you scratch your face and think hard, and finally you hypnotize yourself in a hallucinatory way: you will get full marks, and people who think they can study well will get first.

This illusion would at least allow him to feel the joy of being a good student, and the hallucinogen from school would be the same as being moved to work. For example, at this moment of silence, he only needed to hold his breath and feel it carefully.

The meeting will begin immediately.

As the representative of the corporation, you couldn't tell what emotions were on his face, whether it was happiness, love, sadness, sadness, or loss. He was like a paper man, you could more or less tell from Chi Shaojun's face before.

This was the kind of expression that would appear on the faces of the inheritors of the throne who were walking on the edge of a knife. Ye Yuni and Deng Yujin were still calm and composed. Ann Qianxi never seemed to understand Ye Yuni's world.