Following Meng Jing, Si Sheng held Yu Liyang in one hand and looked faint, his eyes swept across the audience inadvertently, his aura was closed, allowing Meng Jing to attract all his sights with dazzling glory.

The three of them walked along the way.

Most of the eyes were raised, and the corner of his eyes hit her silently.

It was not until they left the quiet office area that whispers rang.

"It's just a pretty vase."

"The aura was crushed by Manager Meng."

"People are really good-looking, they are definitely a signboard. But when we go out, we have to say, is the only thing our master has shown to be good-looking?"

"People can also draw comics."

"I can draw comics, but my acting skills are still bad. When she was filming in the entertainment industry, I didn't even watch her scenes. I never touched the first movie of Actor Zhong, because of her."

"Are you a black fan at the hall master? Be careful of being fired."

"It's over, it's over, God is going to destroy my Baixiaotang."

"A century-old foundation is ruined."

...

A group of people screamed and burst into tears.

*

“This is your office.”

Pushing open the door of an office, Meng Jing stood at the door without walking in.

In a closed office, there is little breathability, and the smell of dust is coming.

Looking in, there were only simple office chairs, bookshelfs, no furnishings, and a thick layer of gray on the ground, which had not been cleaned for at least three months.

Si Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly.

"Ahem."

Yu Liyang coughed twice, took a step back, his eyebrows frowned tightly, like a little old man.

Si Sheng led him and pulled him back. He turned his head back, his eyes colder, "Who is the cleaning lady on this floor?"

"do what?"

Meng Jing stared at her suspiciously.

“It’s open.”

Si Sheng ordered lightly.

The cleaning lady couldn't fight this office alone without cleaning. It was obviously instructed by some people who were unhappy with Si Sheng, in order to give Si Sheng a "warning".

However, Si Sheng did not check up.

Meng Jing's face changed, "Why are you--"

The allegations were not spoken.

Because Si Sheng raised his hand, and the jade token belonging to Baixiaotang was held in his hand.

Come again!

Meng Jing was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

"This office belongs to you." Si Sheng held the rope, shook the token, and ordered casually, "Give me your office a free within ten minutes."

“…”

What?

Meng Jing was really shocked. She couldn't stand it anymore and said angrily: "If you have the ability, don't use the tokens to be arrogant at all times, no one will take this trick."

Si Sheng curled his lips coldly, and looked a little tougher in his expression as he raised his eyes. "I'm in my hand, I can take it as long as I want, can you speak?"

His eyes suddenly became cold, and his original laziness dissipated a little, which was somewhat powerful and intimidating that Meng Jing was vaguely concerned about.

"The token is not your amulet. A token is not enough to convince you. Please do it yourself!"

Meng Jing said angrily.

She finally went to find someone to change the office.

However, Si Sheng's "forced change of office" action undoubtedly caused dissatisfaction among many members.

"Damn it, it's too much to threaten the office with a token?"

"What kind of hall master? In ancient times, wouldn't it be a tyrant?"

"Sister Meng, beat her up!"

"Oh, I'm so angry that I'm so angry. The new official took office for three fires. Is this woman's fire the wrong place?"

"I have no achievements, but I dare to change to my sister Meng's office? Don't you check how much you weigh!"

...

Some gossips fell into my ears without any hesitation while waiting in the tea room.

The commentator does not cover up and treats each other coldly when passing by. What is the obvious hostility?

Si Sheng played the game with his Bluetooth headset, but he didn't even raise his eyelids. After landing it into a box for the third time, he finally gave up the game temporarily.

"You're too high in rank, so you won't play."

Si Sheng and Ling Xizedao, who was in the team.

Ling Xize: "..."

He shouldn't have tried to get promoted after knowing that Si Sheng was playing this game.

Si Sheng, who is diverse and versatile in his heart, is definitely not a rookie in the game.

Of course, the fact is that in the field of non-competitive games, Si Sheng is indeed not.

After chatting with Ling Xize for a few words, Si Sheng quit the game and took off his Bluetooth headset.

He glanced at Yu Liyang next to him, playing Sudoku game on his mobile phone, and was addicted to it. He then reached out to touch it after crying for a few words.

"Manager Meng's office has been sorted out for you."

At this time, an assistant with a capable temperament came over, stopped on one side, and spoke to Si Sheng with a stern face.

Si Sheng was unheard of it and leaned towards Yu Liyang and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Yu Liyang stopped his movements, looked at Si Sheng and thought for two seconds, and replied: "It's a little bit."

"Hey, I'm talking to you!"

The neglected assistant pulled down his face and shouted to Si Sheng angrily.

His voice was a little loud, and several gazes were coming from around him, with a slight scrutiny.

Si Sheng turned his head, swept to her leisurely, and asked lazyly: "Talk to me?"

The assistant pressed his anger in anger, "Or who else can there be?"

Si Sheng looked at her.

For a moment, the assistant suddenly felt a chill in his heart, and he felt a suffocation of murderous intent, but the next moment, Si Sheng's eyes moved away and disappeared.

The assistant was stunned, as if the second I had no time to experience it in detail just now was like an hallucination.

She stared at Si Sheng tightly.

But Si Sheng took out his cell phone, clicked on the address book, found a phone number, and broadcast it.

What's the meaning?

Off-site help?

The assistant was inexplicably confused.

The phone rang twice and the person there answered.

Playing with the Bluetooth headset with his fingers, Si Sheng handed the phone to his ear, "Old Fan, are all the people in your church treating you very much?"

Lao Fan?

The former old hall master?

The assistant opened his eyes in shock: Are you planning to complain?

I don't know what the old master said, Si Sheng continued slowly—

"It's nothing. I thought 'bumping the Lord of the Hall' was the custom of being left behind by you."

"I saw it, your church is not very good."

"Don't worry, I won't kill them."

Finally, Si Sheng pulled the corner of his mouth gently and pinched the phone.
To be continued...