Disagree? My husband has a mouth, there was no misunderstanding at all!

Chapter 182 If you receive any new messages from my wife, please let me know and don't ignore t

Only after Yan Zhuoyu's graceful yet sharp figure completely disappeared from the interview room did Li Yuan feel the heavy pressure on her finally dissipate.

He gasped for breath, suddenly realizing that he had been so frightened by this little girl that he had almost forgotten to breathe.

Simply ridiculous!

The director never expected that the carefully planned process would turn out like this, and she glared at Li Yuan with a livid face.

Li Yuan's agent quickly stepped forward to help him up from the ground, complaining, "Sigh, really, don't you know what kind of person Teacher Yan is? She's like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment, and you still had to provoke her."

As soon as Li Yuan stood up, she felt that her right foot could not touch the ground at all. Her toes were in a sharp pain, sore and swollen, probably swollen beyond recognition.

This made him even more resentful towards Yan Zhuoyu: "This woman is too sensitive. I didn't say anything. Women are just petty."

The director approached, his face cold, and said, "Mr. Li, the requirements and procedures in the contract are all clearly written. We invited you here to improve the audience experience and ratings. Now you've messed everything up. The program can't be re-recorded, and the schedule has been severely delayed. This episode will have to be postponed. We also need to compensate Teacher Yan. How do you plan to resolve this?"

Li Yuan curled her lip and said nonchalantly, "I'm just doing this for the show's ratings. It's okay if we didn't finish recording. We can just edit out the parts we just recorded, change the title to something more sensational, and release it. The traffic will skyrocket, won't it?"

He casually made up a story: "I told you that a female celebrity suddenly lost her temper and refused to film during a recording, and even hit someone. Don't say I didn't teach you."

Li Yuan showed no remorse and did not feel he had done anything wrong.

The director made no attempt to hide his disgust for him, finding him both stupid and wicked: "Okay, Mr. Li, I understand that this will be treated as a breach of contract. A staff member will contact you later to discuss compensation."

Li Yuan dismissed the matter with disdain, sent his agent to handle the contract issues, and then left the building, hailed a taxi, and headed straight for the hospital.

He walked down the street without wearing a mask or sunglasses, as if afraid that others wouldn't see his limping gait.

The examination results showed nothing serious, but Li Yuan deliberately partially obscured the X-ray film and posted a Weibo post about it.

[Li Yuan: Sigh, these days, being a host isn't easy. You always run into some sensitive people. Not only is no one responsible for workplace injuries, but you also have to pay compensation out of your own pocket. It's really something to mess with, just too much. [bitter smile][doge]]

After posting on Weibo, Li Yuan held her phone and looked at it again and again, extremely satisfied.

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An auction in the United States.

Three exceptionally handsome men sat in the VIP lounge.

The woman on the far right has a cold and aloof demeanor. Her light gray eyes behind silver-rimmed glasses are as indifferent as cedar trees. She wears a well-tailored black suit with a dark red tie, which is the same color scheme as the coat worn by a certain female star today.

The auction atmosphere around him was incredibly lively, but he remained unmoved, handling his tedious and boring work with an air of aloofness.

The man sitting in the middle had a striking strand of dyed silver hair at his temples. He seemed a little impatient, toying with two smooth, jade-like walnuts in his hands, completely lacking the composure expected of a noble young master.

The walnuts were spinning faster and faster, as if he was about to crunch them into his mouth and gnaw on them the next second.

He glanced at the roguish man on his left, dressed like a peacock.

The other person's skin was a bit fairer than before. They were wearing Bluetooth headphones, grinning widely, and constantly showing their face to the person on the video call.

He only breathed a sigh of relief when the aloof beauty was made to laugh, but he still couldn't bear to put down his phone.

Fu Zhuchen, unable to bear it any longer, complained like a wronged husband: "You two, one busy with work, the other busy showing off your love, isn't my life a life too? Huo Gou, hurry up and reimburse my plane ticket!"

Huo Wenji replied perfunctorily, "Okay, it's nothing. You'll have to ask my wife to reimburse you. I don't have any money on me. My wife said that men with money will go bad."

Fu Zhuchen frowned and muttered, looking like an old man on the subway staring at his phone, "Speechless. Are all of you in relationships mentally ill?"

At this moment, Pei Weijin, who had been engrossed in processing documents, finally spoke.

His voice was cool and indifferent, his eyes never leaving the computer screen, and he casually remarked, "That's not right."

Fu Zhuchen's hope was rekindled: "Our CEO Pei is still the most rational. What's wrong? I'd like to hear the details!"

It seems his brother's illness is relatively mild; he should quickly shut up Huo!

Just as Fu Zhuchen was preparing to listen attentively to President Pei's profound insights, Pei Weijin finally spared some attention to look at him and calmly said:

"A man must have money. Having money before marriage is to lay a solid economic foundation in advance, so that your loved one can feel at ease and create surprises and romance. Money after marriage is all joint property of the couple. Only when you have earned enough joint property will your wife stay with you forever."

Huo Wenji chuckled twice and lazily gave a thumbs up.

Tsk, where did his buddy go for further studies? His awareness is so high, only slightly lower than his.

Fu Zhuchen stood up expressionlessly, preparing to leave the neurology ward.

A bunch of love-obsessed fools, hopeless!

Seeing this, Huo Wenji quickly called the person back: "Don't go! If you leave, who will pay for the minerals my darling wants to bid on?"

He spoke with such conviction that Fu Zhuchen wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

Fu Zhuchen pointed at himself, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood: "Do I look like a sucker to you? You called me over here, not only to be your second pair of eyes, to keep an eye on the auction items so that no one else can buy them, but also to pay for them?"

Huo Wenji nodded and smiled mischievously: "Don't worry, I won't take your labor for free. I'll pay you back later and give you an extra five yuan as your wages."

"If you don't help keep an eye on the process, you can't just interrupt my conversation with my wife. It wasn't easy for me to marry her."

Fu Zhuchen pinched his philtrum and sat back down.

There were two large Buddha statues on his left and right, but the one on the right was busy with work again.

Fu Zhuchen plugged his phone into the charger and looked at Pei Weijin: "Brother Pei, can I borrow your phone? My phone is out of battery from playing games. Anyway, you're busy with work right now and don't need it."

Pei Weijin nodded, gave him his phone password, and gestured for him to do as he pleased.

After Fu Zhuchen took the phone away, Pei Weijin reminded him, "If my wife sends you any new messages, remember to let me know. Don't ignore them."

"Fine, fine, I'm not some villainous male supporting character who's hiding things from you and trying to compete with your sister-in-law for her affections."

Fu Zhuchen rolled her eyes and opened her phone while complaining.

As a result, his phone's wallpaper dealt him another blow.