In City B in October, the weather has gradually cooled, and the haze for several days is finally about to dissipate.

Lin Ranran woke up very early, nested in the quilt, her hands drooped on the side of the bed, dangling for a while, looking out the window in a daze, lazy like a cat.

"Ding--ding" A crisp phone ringing interrupted her thoughts.

"Hey?" is Keiko.

"Ranranyou, you, you, you're on the hot search!"

Lin Ranran frowned, what do you mean by having no head and no brain?

"What's the stammer? You have been abroad for a long time, and Chinese has not only regressed, how can you still stutter." ”

"Oops, I said you're on the hot search, you hurry up and turn on your phone now, the top ten hot search topics on WB," Keiko's voice was a little hurried and a little excited.

"Ahh

Lin Ranran looked confused, and wanted to say something, Keiko had already hung up the phone, why did this woman still look like this, dignified and gentle, she probably didn't have anything to do with her in this life.

Lin Ranran took 10 minutes to quickly take a shower for herself, repeatedly raised her half-dried hair, quickly tied herself in a low ponytail, took a lipstick, and went out with a random wipe.

Lin Ranran's skin is very good, fair and almost zero pores, and she has the effect of nude makeup without makeup.

This once made Keiko very jealous, and when she was a student, she took advantage of Lin Ranran's sleep and secretly wiped it with makeup remover, but she was disappointed.

This incident once made Keiko depressed for a while, and she pinched Lin Ranran's face and sighed, "The word skin is like clotted fat is probably used to describe you, God is really unfair!"

After driving for more than 20 minutes, Lin Ranran arrived at the company, and was pulled into the conference room by Keiko as soon as she got out of the elevator.

"Look at this. ”

Lin Ranran picked up the iPad on the table and looked at it.

On the screen is a photo of a woman wearing a camel-colored mid-neck sweater with a tight sweater that outlines the upper circumference and a sweater chain hanging around her neck, elongating the proportions of the neck.

Under the slim professional pants, he wears a pair of stiletto heels of the same color as the top, cross-legged, elegant and sultry.

The woman was wearing light makeup, her eyebrows were lowered, her long brown hair was coiled behind her head, and a few strands of broken hair fell on both sides of her forehead, with an unintentional temperament and beauty.

The whole makeup is a little eye-catching with the red lips, the lips are slightly upturned, and the mouth is slightly pursed.

There were other people sitting beside him, all dressed gorgeously and formally, and their eyes fell on the front in unison, only she didn't, looking down at the laptop in her hand, frowning slightly, tapping on the keyboard, looking a little out of place.

"Isn't that me? Lin Ranran remembered that the clothes in the photo should have been worn last week, "It seems that it was the day I participated in the FIRST Film Festival, why was it uploaded to the Internet?"

In fact, Lin Ranran was not on the invitation list at that film festival, and Keiko had a little friendship with a person in charge of the organizer, and finally got a place, and it was arranged in a corner at random.

Lin Ranran didn't care about this, she was looking for someone, as long as she could get in.

A year ago, she and Keiko decided to return to China and founded this investment company together in City B.

As for why we chose the cultural industry as the core to make investment, it is thanks to our lovely Keiko-chan.

Keiko-chan, who looks shrewd and capable, is actually an NC fan who mixes in the rice circle, and she says that in this way, she can blatantly invest money in her favorite little brother.

Here Keiko must have applause.

Lin Ranran is the part in charge of the money.

Money, Lin Ranran has it, but the circle is so big, and money-making projects are often stared at by a piece of cake and a few wolves.

"I asked you to get to know people, why did you get me a hot search?" Keiko hugged her chest, looking like a teacher asking for guilt.

"Who took this picture? Not to mention, it's pretty good. Lin Ranran quipped with half-squinted eyes.