Chapter 222

Seeing Yan Qiaoyu, Zhang Jian's face changed: "group leader Yan..."

Yan Qiaoyu's eyes swept their faces: "with this spare time, it's better to improve their business, or..."

He raised his hand, touched his face and smiled: "you can also take good care of your skin. Maybe you can become a little white face like me, so as to please president Xing."

Huang Wen and Zhang Jian's faces were unspeakably ugly. They turned around and were about to leave.

Yan Qiaoyu washed his hands and carelessly said, "this day is dry. Remember to apply the mask every day."

The two of them were in a slight shape and left quickly.

Huo Feng, who was still hiding in the compartment, tried to hold his breath. He really didn't see that Yan Qiaoyu was a hard stubble.

A man who looked soft and weak actually went back so hard.

He just wanted to hide for a while. He waited for him to go out. But his hand slipped. The mobile phone in his palm fell to the ground and slid out of the compartment along the partition.

Yan Qiaoyu turned his head and leaned over two steps to pick up his mobile phone.

The touch of his fingertip opened the screen, which was his circle of friends interface.

His lips were slightly hooked. He whispered, "come out."

Huo Feng patted his head, pushed open the door of the compartment, and smiled twice: "what a coincidence."

Yan Qiaoyu's eyes swept his face, his fingers pressed the side of the mobile phone, closed the screen, and then handed it over: "your mobile phone."

Huo Feng received his hand and threw it into his pocket. As he went to the sink to wash his hands, he asked, "that was Huangwen just now."

Yan Qiaoyu leaned obliquely against the pillar at the door, drew a toilet paper and handed it to Huofeng: "well, do you know?"

Seeing the paper towel handed over, Huo Feng was stunned and received it: "well, I'm a little impressed."

This Huang Wen is the one who submitted countless design drafts and was rejected by brother Cheng countless times.

Have the face to laugh at others here?

Who gave him courage?

Yan Qiaoyu was suspicious at the bottom of his eyes: "but it's strange that I've never seen you in the company. Which department are you from?"

Huo Feng scratched his head: "well... I don't belong to the resident employee of the company. I'm... A non staff member."

Yan Qiaoyu smiled, "yes."

When talking to Huo Feng, Yan Qiaoyu became the bottle with a little milk sprouting, which made Huo Feng confused about his temperament and became more and more interested for a time.

The two made an appointment to have dinner together another day, and Yan Qiaoyu went back to the office.

Huo Feng went to old K with an angry face and said a little about his just experience. Of course, he didn't mention Yan Qiaoyu's ridicule to the two people.

Smelling the speech, old K frowned: "this yellow text was dug up from other game companies when he was doing the supreme game. At that time, he had a tacit understanding with Big Joe, so he kept him. I didn't expect that his ability was not good, and there were a lot of shit."

"It's a cancer for such people to stay in the team."

"So... Open?" Old K asked.

Huo Feng raised his eyebrow: "I don't care how to deal with it. Anyway, I don't intervene in the specific affairs of the company. I only know that brother Cheng attaches great importance to Shangcheng's game, but he only looks at the results. The results are directly bound with you. Do you think he will come first and have nothing to investigate a so-called manager's problem?"

This has been made very clear. It depends on Lao K's consciousness.

Old K thought for a moment and seemed to understand: "I understand. Don't worry, I'll handle it."

Huo Feng didn't know what he meant by understanding, but he didn't say much, so he got up and left.

That afternoon, the company issued a document, Huang Wen's manager position was removed, and Zhang Jian was transferred to an insignificant game as the original painting designer.

Huang Wen, who received the news, gritted his teeth and angrily went to Yan Qiaoyu's office.