Sister Ling screamed: "Ah!!"
Jiang Chen was stunned, especially when he saw Anan's flashy beach-style underwear, the little boy turned his face away in embarrassment.
The skirt Sister Ling was wearing today didn’t have a pocket of tissue at all, she wiped it with her hands a few times, and she was about to die of nausea, and screamed like crazy: “A’nan?? You’re insane!!”
They are all agents of the same company. Although their status is different, they still know each other.
Anan put his hips on his hips, and his little colored hair blew up: "Who made you mean! You deserve it! If you dare to say a bad word about us, I... I will kill you! If I can't spray netizens, I can't spray you?!"
Xiangyi still hasn't been noticed in the corner: "..."
This is probably a physical attack, right
Sister Ling's face changed, but she quickly refused to admit it: "Who did I scold? Do you have evidence?? Violence against colleagues, I will go to the boss to fire you now!"
Anan's eyes widened, she didn't expect her to be so shameless!
He actually beat him back!
It turned out that he was my sister's manager...
Jiang Chen pursed his lips: "Sister Ling, forget it, he was just angry for a while..."
Sister Ling looked contemptuously: "I'm a clay bodhisattva, and you still want to protect others?"
Anan couldn't help being angry: "Okay, then I'll sue, and say you beat Jiang Chen! But you're so awesome, you actually did something to an artist!"
In Anan's thinking, of course his artists should be pampered. Although he is just a weak and inexperienced manager, he knows that the first thing to defend is the interests of artists, which is the minimum professional ethics.
Sister Ling disdained: "Who do you think will believe you? What about the evidence? Can you show it?"
"Isn't this the evidence..." Anan looked at Jiang Chen, the young boy froze, avoiding his eyes in shame.
Anan suddenly understood.
I'm afraid this isn't the first time, nor will it be the last.
The seemingly glamorous top streamer is actually just a child, so it's not surprising that he was caught.
It's just that he didn't expect Sister Ling to be so unlimited.
Anan gritted his teeth: "So you must report me, right?"
"What? Are you scared?" Sister Ling was very unhappy, "Why don't you kneel down for me, and I can consider giving you a chance."
"Kneel down..." Anan showed a hesitant expression.
The corners of Sister Ling's mouth curled up. In fact, even if Anan knelt down to her, she would still complain. Now she was just teasing him.
However, her smile froze within a few seconds.
Anan stepped forward and grabbed her hair, "I'll kneel down on your mother's ashes, okay?! After giving birth to a fool like you, the grass on your mother's grave is several meters away? Oh yes, let me emphasize, I Your mother insulted here is not your physical mother. The old lady is too innocent. This is just an illusory existence similar to a spiritual body that I imagined. She only exists in this struggle and only represents you. Father, I am disappointed in you..."
Sister Ling:? ?
"Let go, ah—you fucking fag!"
"Smelly motherfucker!"
"Are you a man!"
"Hee hee, are you alone?"
"..."
Anan knows well that when fighting with a woman, he must first grasp the initiative to pull his hair. Sister Ling wanted to talk back to him before it was too late, and she burst into tears from the pain.
Jiang Chen was at the side, completely dumbfounded.
Sister Ling came to her senses and shouted: "Jiang Chen, why don't you hurry up and help me?"
"Your mother bullied me so I can't call anyone, right?" Anan was impatient.
Suddenly, a gentle and soft voice fell into my ears:
"Here we go, Anan."