An Younan handed him the contract, and Wang Zixu started to read it. An Younan also breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair comfortably.

"I don't know if my decision is right or not. Strictly speaking, giving you this contract is beyond the scope of my responsibilities, but I have some power beyond the specifications in Xunyi. So I need you to give me some guarantee, otherwise we

Internal affairs are very troublesome to deal with.”

While reading the contract, Wang Zixu asked: "Actually, I find it very strange. Aren't you the image spokesperson of Xunyi? Why can you still be responsible for such a large amount of money?"

An Younan raised his eyebrows: "Look down on me? Think I'm just a vase?"

"I don't mean that. I'm just curious about your identity."

"No curiosity allowed."

"I'm curious about the mystery about you, not you."

"That's even more forbidden." An Younan said with a smile, "I allow you to be curious about me, but digging into my mysteries is not allowed."

Wang Zixu smiled softly and did not answer.

After turning the page, he asked: "How did you talk to Zuo Ziliang?"

An Younan was stunned: "Zuo Ziliang?"

"To be honest, I saw the contract of intention that Zuo Ziliang signed with you." Wang Zixu said while reading the contract, "Is he planning to sell Wen Ai?"

An Younan frowned slightly: "When will he sell Wen Ai?"

Wang Zixu suddenly raised his head: "No?"

"I don't know where you got your information from, but as far as I know there is none. If Zuo Ziliang is willing to sell Wen Ai, why should I have to work so hard with you?"

After a pause, An Younan added: "However, we have met and reached some gentlemen's agreements between leaders in the industry, which can be regarded as a memorandum. He is just like you, with a very tough temper and a stubborn mind.

It’s really not like a family doesn’t come into the same house.”

Wang Zixu felt a cold feeling on his back, and the letter of intent in his hand fell to the ground.

He picked it up and then realized that he had completely misunderstood Zuo Ziliang.

He only thought of talking to An Younan on the premise that Zuo Ziliang wanted to sell the company. If Zuo Ziliang had not betrayed them, then this premise would not exist.

In terms of income, he could indeed earn more after changing jobs with less risk, but he could not leave without talking to Zuo Ziliang anyway, which violated his principles as a human being.

Wang Zixu returned the contract to her: "I'm sorry, I'm afraid I won't be able to sign the contract."

An Younan sat up straight and stared: "Why?"

"Zuo Ziliang didn't quit, and I shouldn't look for another job. I can't be so unloyal."

An Younan jumped up, clenched his fists, jumped up and danced like a child whose toys were confiscated: "You're so angry with me!"

"I'm sorry." Wang Zixu said.

"Is there something wrong with you? All of you are like this! It's a waste of my time and my feelings!"

For a giant like Xunyi, An Younan, the image spokesperson responsible for negotiations, was a little out of control at this time. Considering that she is 8 years younger than Wang Zixu, it is understandable.

But it has to be said that Wang Zixu's guilt at this time was sincere, and he said again: "I'm sorry."

"What's the use of being sorry?" An Younan sat down with a cold face and said in a stiff tone, "Then it seems that you, like Zuo Ziliang, are determined to go against Xunyi?"

"That's Zuo Ziliang's job scope. As I said, I'm just a writer. If he wants to go against Xunyi, then all I have to consider is writing a script that can defeat Xunyi."

An Younan laughed angrily.

"Then you also know the consequences of going against Xun Yi?"

"Adults are responsible for their own choices."

"OK."

An Younan put away all the contracts and tore them into pieces one by one.

"Then we have nothing to talk about. You can go. Remember to tell your shareholders when you go back and be prepared for Xunyi to start a full-scale war."

"..."

Naturally, Wang Zixu was not intimidated by her. Xunyi Company had no history of leaving a way for its competitors to survive. Even if An Younan did not make such harsh words, the two companies with completely overlapping tracks would still be in a fight to the death.

He just couldn't laugh or cry - Shi Tonghe and An Younan, both sides have mansions, both are big shots who can't afford to offend, and both sides have offered perfect conditions.

But he had to refuse both sides.

No matter how you look at it, he, Wang Zixu, is in danger.

He apologized to An Younan again, then turned around and prepared to go out.

"stop."

Wang Zixu turned around.

"It seems that the matter between us is not over yet?" An Younan's face was still cold, "I haven't settled it with you before when you went to the spa room to peek in. For the sake of your little prince's cooperation with us,

, I’m willing not to care about it, now if you don’t cooperate with me, do you want to run away?”

Wang Zixu turned around, walked towards her, and stretched out his hands.

An Younan asked: "What are you doing?!"

"Then it seems the only option is to arrest me." Wang Zixu said, "You should call the police."

"You think I don't dare to call the police, right? You think I'm reluctant to let the little prince squat inside, right?"

"No, I'm serious." Wang Zixu said, "Looking at the current situation, I can't think of any solution other than going to jail."

An Younan stared at his eyes for a long time, and then laughed angrily.

"It won't be as simple as putting you in jail."

She Da Ma Jin Dao lay down on the chair, crossed her legs high, and said:

"Don't you know how to massage? Master Philosopher, come and finish the massage for me that I didn't finish last time."

Wang Zixu spread his hands in confusion.

"Come on?" An Younan patted his leg, "Weren't you good at talking before? Now you're pretending again?"

Wang Zixu couldn't keep up with her out-of-the-box thoughts.

This woman has every thought possible.

"Come on, come on, I want to continue listening to you talk about poetry." An Younan patted the chair again, "The little prince boasted to me and refused my invitation. I can't test it yet.

?At least let me know what kind of opponent you are?"

An Younan's reasons sounded nice, but no matter how you looked at it, the dark side of this little rich woman's heart was revealed.

Wang Zixu asked: "If we do it, can our affairs be settled?"

"If you can satisfy me, then I won't hold you responsible, okay?"

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Wang Zixu sighed and walked behind her, but she slapped his hand away.

"Come here, come in front and press your feet."

She used her feet to pull the low stool next to her, and then with a hook of her fingers, she took off the two pairs of socks and threw them to the ground. They were as light as the sloughs of two small white snakes.

"Be careful, otherwise don't blame me for kicking you."

The prince half-crouched down.

An Younan has a pair of feet with very curved arches. The soles of the feet are white, and the forefoot and heels are red. Because of the dry weather, the soles of the feet have some vertical and horizontal lines like palm prints, and the edges are very smooth. The feet

The toes were very long, and each toe was very distinct. From the gaps between the toes, he could see her eyes flashing coldly.

Facing these feet, Wang Zixu asked sincerely: "Then how should I talk about poetry?"

"Talk about poetry, just talk about poetry, just like you did last time."

"Then let me talk about Li Bai."

Then this foot was mercilessly slapped on Wang Zixu's face.

"Of course what I want you to talk about is poetry that I don't know. Don't fool me like a child. Do you understand?"

Wang Zixu didn't speak. His left eye was stepped on by a toe. Miss An could dig out his eyeball by gently bending her toe; the heel fell on his mouth; the nose in the middle was ravaged until it lost its shape. He even

Unwilling to breathe.

Fortunately, her feet were not sweaty, dry, not crusty, and did not hurt her face. If those sticky, slippery sweaty feet made him smell anything again, he would simply want to die.

"Nod?" An Younan said domineeringly.

He nodded.

Miss An withdrew her foot.

Wang Zixu didn't know how much Miss An read, so he couldn't protest against this act of "killing without teaching". He moved his hands up and said:

"Since you want to listen to poetry that you are not familiar with, let's start with foreign poets."

"Yeah." An Younan lay on the back of the chair and hummed.
To be continued...