"Su Yu, you send the content of the third episode of the program to the guests, so that they can familiarize themselves with it first. ”

After the meeting ended, Li Wan instructed Su Yu as he walked out.

"Okay, Director Li. ”

Su Yu agreed, waited for Li Wan to walk out of the office, and then jumped in front of Fang Xiaole with a smile.

"Dear Vice President Fang, have you forgotten to promise me anything?"

Everyone else was a little used to it, Luo Hui put his arm on Zhang Zhiqin's shoulders and walked out casually.

Zhang Zhiqin looked back at Su Yu and wanted to speak, but was forcibly dragged to the door of the conference room by Luo Hui.

"Of course I haven't forgotten, I still have a thank-you meal. ”

Fang Xiaole smiled and said loudly to the colleagues in the planning team: "Are you free at night? ”

"Vice President Fang wants to have a treat, of course I'm free!"

"Vice President Fang hasn't invited us to dinner since he was promoted, how can he not be free?"

Luo Hui looked back at Fang Xiaole in a little surprise, he had always thought that Fang Xiaole and Su Yu had a bit of that kind of relationship, and tonight must be a "date" between the two of them, but he didn't expect Fang Xiaole to suddenly invite so many people to dinner.

Zhang Zhiqin's eyes lit up, and he immediately agreed: "Okay, I'm going!"

"Brother Luo, why don't you ask your sister-in-law for a leave, it's rare to relax, and it's going to be hard again in two days." ”

Fang Xiaole sincerely invited Luo Hui.

"Well, Xiao Fang's face still has to be given. ”

Luo Hui thought that the person in the family who was forcing himself to have a second child recently, made him have back pain every night, and today finally had a valid reason to give his brother a holiday, so he nodded steadily.

"Su Yu, today is mainly to thank you, what do you want to eat?"

Fang Xiaole took out his mobile phone and prepared to book a table while asking Su Yu's opinion.

"Then let's eat hot pot. Su Yu smiled reluctantly.

"Okay, I'll be in Liangpin Xiaoxian Hot Pot City in the evening, I ordered it, and everyone will go directly after finishing work later." ”

Fang Xiaole quickly booked a seat on the Internet, turned his head and said to the others.

"OK, then thank you Vice President Fang first!"

Everyone smiled and agreed.

"I've got something to do, so I'll go first. ”

Su Yu said a word and walked out of the conference room quickly.

Fang Xiaole looked at her back, feeling slightly guilty, but he didn't regret what he did.

Although he is very slow in this regard, he also knows the truth of judging when he is decided.

Otherwise, if you keep hanging others and don't give any response, you won't be a scumbag?

Fang Xiaole subconsciously picked up his mobile phone and opened WeChat, wanting to see a red dot on the beautiful little girl's profile picture indicating that there was a new message.

But he was disappointed, and she didn't send a message.

She should be busy recording new songs now, right?

"Xiao Fang, let's go. ”

Luo Hui shouted at the door, and their planning team had to go to several locations to coordinate the layout of the venue.

"Oh, here we are!"

Fang Xiaole agreed, and hurried to catch up with Luo Hui and Zhang Zhiqin.

Throughout the afternoon, Fang Xiaole was busy running and busy between several locations.

After finishing work, he and his colleagues feasted in the hot pot city, although they looked laughing and laughing, Fang Xiaole had been a little unhappy in his heart.

All day today, he didn't receive WeChat.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Fang Xiaole returned to the rental house, washed up briefly and went to bed.

In the next two days, the preparation of the program team came into the final stage, and everyone entered an overloaded state of work.

When Fang Xiaole dragged his tired body back to the rental house every night, he would subconsciously open WeChat, but he didn't see the information he expected.

So, he put himself into the study of variety show directing courses.

He has finished the more than ten directing classes sent by Hong Sanshi before, and then Hong Sanshi simply gave him all the courses on variety show directors in Huaying.

Fang Xiaole works during the day and teaches directing classes by himself at night, and his life is very fulfilling.

It's just that I have always felt a little lost in my heart, and I always feel that something is missing.

With two new songs to record and an album to be produced in a few days, it should be very busy, so don't bother her.

Fang Xiaole comforted himself like this.

On the third night of the "loss of contact" between the two, Fang Xiaole finally couldn't help it, and after watching a directing course, he picked up his phone.

In order not to let himself become hesitant in thinking about things, and finally lose the courage to send a message in the past, Fang Xiaole quickly typed a line of words in the WeChat dialog box, and then directly pressed the send button:

"How's your injury?"

After sending the message, Fang Xiaole sat on the chair, holding his mobile phone, and stared blankly at the ceiling that already had a few small cracks.

But after a long time, Lin Yao didn't come back.

Fang Xiaole put down his mobile phone and continued to devote himself to the study of the directing course.

It's past ten o'clock now, and she's probably resting.

Anyway, we will be able to meet in a few days when the show is recorded, and then ask her about her recovery from her injuries.

However, although he thought so in his heart, Fang Xiaole still couldn't concentrate immediately, and he was always distracted when watching the teaching video, and his learning efficiency was very low.

The sand on his fingertips, he in his heart, has been waiting for her. ”

Suddenly, the gentle and poignant singing sounded in the cramped rental house, which immediately dispelled the coldness and loneliness of the late night.

Fang Xiaole was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly picked up his mobile phone.

Sure enough, a red dot lit up next to the cute little girl's avatar.

Fang Xiaole clicked on Lin Yao's WeChat, but what he saw was not a text, but a picture.

It was a fair ankle, and the redness had mostly subsided.

Then Lin Yao sent another voice.

"Look, it's almost all right, haven't you been very busy these two days?"

There was a slight tiredness in her voice, and a slight nasality.

"You're busy, what about you, how's the new song?"

Fang Xiaole sent a voice message, thought about it, and asked again:

"You seem to be tired, do you have a cold?"

It's the end of September, it's raining in Jiangrong City these days, and the temperature is up and down, so it's easy to catch a cold.

Lin Yao is in the critical period of recording a new song, and it will be very troublesome if she catches a cold.

This time, Lin Yao didn't reply immediately, and it took a while before sending a text.

"It's okay, it's just that it rained a little when I came back, and I'll just take a shower later. ”

Fang Xiaole frowned slightly, Lin Yao had a car to pick him up when he went out, how could he get drenched in the rain?

However, he didn't ask much, he was not Lin Yao's person, so he would be disgusted by being so verbose.

"Then you go take a shower, don't really catch a cold. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, he remembered something again, and continued:

"Your feet aren't all right yet, so you still have to pay attention, by the way, you only sent a picture of your feet, what about your back?"