2 Hey straight guys

In fashion PR circles, straight men are so rare that they can almost be treated as rare and protected animals, and they are enclosed in cages for group visits. The cruelty of the marriage market is fully reflected in this circle.

Jiang Yi propped up her upper body in order to make it easier to look at the rare species in front of her, but she didn't notice that her hand was supporting the other party's chest muscles, and her posture at this moment was almost straddle the other party.

Although the alcohol slowed her reaction by half a beat, she recognized the man coming, and when he said, "Miss, can you get up first?" ". What a subwoofer.

Jiang shook his hair and stood up casually, but he didn't want to focus on his left foot, and the person immediately fell backwards. Zhao Zhenggang stood up, and his eyes were quick to pick her up, but he hugged her again.

"......" The man's lips pursed into a line.

The two looked at each other at close range, Jiang Yi squinted, if she was not mistaken, the other party seemed to be ...... Blushed.

"Why are you dragging me?" Jiang Yi's body leaned back slightly, and the man immediately let go of his hand when he came back to his senses.

"I'm sorry." He took a step back, putting the distance between the two of them, "I just think it's a human life." ”

Jiang Yi was even more inexplicable by what he said, human life? What human life? Then I remembered the man's previous sentence, "What do you can't think of?!" Jiang glanced at the edge of the rooftop where he was standing just now, and said "ha" speechlessly.

She looks a lot like a woman who has lost her foot and is about to jump off a building?! It's really blind!

But that's not the point. Jiang Yi bent down and took off the high heels of his left foot to look at it. Yes, it's really broken, and I guess where I hit when I came down.

"What's your name?" She stood high and low with her bare left foot in her hand, and asked the tall man in front of her, who was standing straight and like a pine.

"Will you still stand up?" He replied with a question.

Jiang Yi sneered, didn't this man really think that he lived Lei Feng and did good deeds without leaving a name?

"Sir, I didn't ask your name because you were my 'savior', I didn't think about it at all." The alcohol made Jiang Yi's smile sweeter than usual, "I asked your name because you broke my heel." These shoes are JimmyChoo's, very! Expensive! She almost gritted her teeth when she said the last two words.

"What?" The man frowned.

Even if there was no bright light, Jiang Yi could still read this man's expression. The Sichuan character between his eyebrows, the upturned upper lip, he was contemptuous of her at the moment.

"You think I'm lying to you." She shook her head, took off her right shoe, took it out of her business card holder, and approached him barefoot.

"I..."

"You can take these shoes to JimmyChoo's counter and have them checked." She tilted her head slightly, shoved something into his hand, and pronounced clearly, "I'm waiting for your apology." ”

After saying that, she turned her head to leave, took two steps, and turned around again: "By the way, don't think I can't find you." I know who you're coming with. ”

The moonlight and the distant neon shone on her face, a radiance, and he took a step as she turned her back.

Jiang Yi was pulled and said unhappily: "What? Endless? ”

The man didn't answer, but walked around to her and bent down.

Jiang Yi followed his movements and saw the hotel slippers in front of her and his bare feet.

"My name is Zhao Zheng." He said.

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The sky turned from dark to light, and the pale white light of the morning sun squeezed in through the gaps in the curtains. Jiang Yi's mobile phone rang an alarm, interrupting only two and a half hours of sleep and her dreams. Reluctantly, she reached out from the covers, pressed the phone alarm, and sat up.

After getting out of bed, he caught a glimpse of the disposable pair of white slippers printed with the hotel logo on the side, and Jiang Yi paused for two seconds.

She had just dreamed of that man, well, spring/dream.

It is said that she has worked in Party B's public relations company for four years, and she has also grown a lot of knowledge, not to mention those models who are more than 1.9 meters, and popular male stars can also be seen on various occasions. Why did you just dream of this man?

Probably, because he was a stranger.

Jiang Yi didn't know that she was because of her talent, work needs, or past experiences, and she was particularly sensitive to people's memories, almost as long as she had met people, she would remember them.

Playing Texas/Hold'em last night, she looked at all the players on the table, and there was no media and KOLs, so she was on the table. The three on her right, all of them were mixed coffees, wearing nothing more than the most recognizable brands such as KENZO or GIVENCHY, and her hair was so waxy that her hair was breathless. The one on the left is more understated, with no obvious brand logo, but Burluti can guess the bottom of the house without pedaling. The only thing that is out of place is the man standing behind him, dressed ordinarily, the color is the safest black, white and gray, the whole person has been tense, Yingting's face is expressionless, and he is not like enjoying himself in a nightclub and casino, so Jiang Yi is impressed by him and doesn't care, he is obviously not a fellow believer.

She really hopes to stay on the same side with this person, so that she won't lose a pair of JimmyChoo at night. Her whole body, except for this pair of shoes, was taken from the brand's SampleRoom. Her job is to market these brands, and the basic quality of marketing is that she has to lead by example and wear these on her body in the first place. Of course, if she didn't have these clothes, she probably wouldn't have any clothes to get her hands on.

She's not the kind of person lucky enough to spend all her salary on eating, drinking, and having fun, and her money has a more important purpose, so these high heels that she rarely bought are especially important to her, even if it's discounted.

This person named Zhao Zheng didn't leave contact information in the end, only said that he would go to her. Although Jiang Yi was annoyed, he was not too worried. First, since this person has the heart to save the people who meet in Pingshui, his character should not be bad (although his eyesight is extremely poor). Second, she organized this event, even if she was not responsible for inviting the VIP, with her relationship with the brand, it was not difficult to get his phone.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yi's mood calmed down a little. No matter what, she also took advantage of others in her dreams.

Jiang Yi walked into the bathroom, stripped off his clothes and quickly took a shower. After half an hour, she took her laptop out and went out to inspect the demolition site.

This time, the construction company is also reliable, and as soon as Jiang arrived at the scene, the site was almost restored to its original state. Jiang Yi greeted the casino manager and the person in charge of the construction company to make sure that there was no damage before leaving the scene to go to the cafeteria for breakfast.

I hadn't checked my email for four hours, but when I opened my laptop and connected to the Internet, more than 20 unread emails poured in.

Grabbing a cup of coffee, an omelette and two slices of buttered bread, she replied to the email as she filled her stomach without a mouthful.

Jiang Yi has strict requirements for himself, and his schedule is always full, striving not to waste a minute. In just two hours in the restaurant, she processed all the emails, sent an instant event report to vodka customers, reviewed the manuscript, and wrote a piece of content for her official account and typeset it for publication.

"Morning, first sister." Tang Yi yawned and lazily sat down on Jiang's side with his coffee.

"It's half past nine."

"Isn't it all about this biological clock when you are a PR, just you, go to bed late and get up early. Seriously, aren't you sleepy? Yesterday, I guess it was in the middle of the night. ”

is also a public relations, Tang Yi is two years younger, and returned to China to work after completing graduate school in the UK, and previously interned under Jiang Yiyi for a while, and then worked in another independent public relations company. The girl has no scheming, she is clever and well-behaved, perhaps because the name is "one", the two of them are familiar with each other, and Jiang Yi sometimes treats her as a little sister. This time, Tang Yi took annual leave to come to Macau to play, and Jiang Yi's hotel points lived next door to her.

Tang Yi's biological clock is the same as most people in Party B's company, go to bed late and get up late, sleep as late as you want, and get up as late as you want.

"Get used to it." Jiang Yi took a sip of clear coffee. Three cups a day, no matter how bitter it is, it will feel as light as water.

"Well, I really want to follow your example. But every morning when I got up, the quilt held me firmly, and death refused to leave me. Tang Yi bent his five fingers and struggled, "It loves me so much, I really can't bear it." ”

Jiang Yi looked at him coldly: "Your desire to perform is useless in the right place." ”

"My name is cute." Tang Yi pouted: "Hey, didn't you go to inspect the venue in the morning, how do you wear running shoes?" ”

“…… Hell I lived. ”

"Huh? Ghost? ”

Zhao Zheng, who was in the hotel suite, suddenly felt that his nose was itchy and sneezed. Zhang Ye was hungover, so uncomfortable that he walked out of the room with his head on the chicken coop, and saw Zhao Zheng sitting by the window staring at the small piece of paper in his hand in a daze.

"What are you doing? Have you had breakfast? Zhang Ye walked to the bathroom and squeezed toothpaste to brush his teeth.

"What do you think of this?"

"When I didn't ask." Zhang Ye walked out with a toothbrush in his mouth, and saw that Zhao Zheng was still in his original posture, but this time he noticed that Zhao Zheng was sitting a pair of women's heights at his feet! Follow! Shoes!

Zhang Ye rushed up with a strong stride and lifted the shoes: "Female Ridge (person)!" Who? Whose! ”

Zhao Zheng wiped the toothpaste bubble that fell on his forehead, and looked at Zhang Ye dissatisfied: "Wash your mouth before you speak." ”

Zhang Ye cares so much, he has known Zhao Zheng for so many years, it is really so many years, he has never seen him have any relationship with any woman. If he didn't know the roots, he would have to suspect that Zhao Zheng had something wrong. God knows how explosive these high heels are for Zhang Ye, he can make up a piece of the universe in his brain.

"What's in your hand!" Zhang Ye snatched the piece of paper from Zhao Zheng's hand, and looked at it carefully, it was a business card.

Jiang Yi, Account Manager, G&C Public Relations Consulting Co., Ltd., Shanghai Branch.

"PR and so on!" Zhang Ye took out a toothbrush from his mouth, "Ahhhhh Are these shoes the Lady's?! What did you say to me yesterday, female publicist! Zhao Zheng didn't see it, you are too dignified! ”

"Don't think about it."

"Am I deluded? People's high heels are here, and the heel is broken! Zhang Ye kept drawing with a toothbrush, "No, the amount of information is too big, too big!" ”

Zhao Zheng quietly watched Zhang Ye act, not agreeing.

Zhang Ye was bored acting alone, and stopped for a moment: "Okay, when I sing a one-man show." Say, what the hell is going on? ”

"What can I do with a female publicist."

"I said, I listen to your tone, what's wrong with the female publicist?" Zhang Ye narrowed his eyes, paused, and asked, "Hey, you... You don't think people are that kind of public relations, right? ”

"Which kind is that?"

Zhang Ye stroked his forehead: "WOW, old antique, I've served you." Do you read the English on the business card? It is a large international PR agency. It's all called public relations, and people are called public relations, publicrelations, and brand communication. Not accompanied by alcohol. ”

Zhao Zheng raised his eyebrows, oh, it turned out that she was not a public relations lady.