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When he heard the propaganda director, Xiao Yan began to make trouble. Although he also looked at the propaganda director, he was not very pleasing to the eye, but he could not attack her.

The coffin gently slaps the lips, but the eyes are overflowing with a chill. Is she usually bullying her here?

However, Jiang Shu opened his mouth. "A qualified and capable person can sit on the seat of this editor, isn't it?"

There was a hint of embarrassment on the face of the propaganda director, but a dog beside the coffin, dare to yell at her?

"Jiang Shu, don't say that, this propaganda director is not very professional. If you say that she is not qualified and capable, wouldn't she be ashamed to die? Especially in front of such a colleague." Lingbi’s words are even more With a black belly.

Listening to the two people singing and sharing, the propaganda director was so angry that he vomited blood and hurriedly left without even saying hello.

Looking at her dingy back, Lingbi and Jiang Shu looked at each other and laughed, and they really had a tacit understanding.

"Fu Xinran, you give me out."

After a while, a group of "maskers" holding sticks and daggers in their hands slammed in, and shouted "Fu Xinran" in their mouths.

Everyone was shocked. "What are you doing? Security, security."

Hearing the employee shouting "security guard", the headed man sneered and said: "Don't you know that 'security' is a display? Go and call me that is called 'Fu Xinran'." Plugged into the table, frightened the employee and ran away immediately.

“Hurry and call the police.” The staff of the magazine immediately shouted.

The coffin slightly frowned and whispered Xiaoyan. "Who is Fu Xinran?"

“It’s our propaganda director.”

It turned out that she was provoked by people!

After a while, the propaganda director ran over. "Who are you? How can we make trouble in our magazine?"

"You are Fu Xinran?"

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"Yes, I am, are you looking for me?"

The headed person does not say anything, "Brothers, give me a jealousy."

When they finished, they started to pick up things, "ah--"

The propaganda director subconsciously raised his ears and held his head. "Don't be jealous, don't be jealous. Who are you?"

Meng Xinyan heard the movement and immediately ran out. "Stop, I am the editor here. You can tell me anything."

They didn't seem to hear it. The masked male head came forward and the index finger pointed to Meng Xinyan. "Is it the editor-in-chief? It should also have your credit."

When the stick in the man's hand slammed into Meng Xinyan, the hand of the coffin immediately shook it from below.

"Hey, isn't this a coffin? Just, I'm going to pack it together today."

Listening to the man's words, the lingering doubts, she does not seem to offend this black ~ society ~ will people? However, the sound under the mask is a bit familiar.

The coffin didn't think much. An elbow was under the man's armpit, and he was so painful that he threw away the long iron rod.

After the man screamed, the coffin went straight over the shoulder and fell to the ground.

The "mask men" with him saw their attention and turned their attention to her body. "Boss, are you okay?"

"What are you doing? Hurry up!"

Meng Xinyan exclaimed, "Hey, be careful."

Seeing that they attacked themselves from behind, the spirit of the coffin was even more vigilant, and saw the iron sticks slamming down and quickly evading.

Seeing the coffin and tearing them, Meng Xinyan also slightly opened her lips. When did the children learn to fight?

Her heart became a group.