Recap:

Looking at Nanxi's quiet sleeping face, with undried tears hanging on his long eyelashes, Zhang Yixing sighed distressedly, hugged Nanxi Heng, and sent him back to the room. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Intimate covered Nanxi with a quilt, Zhang Yixing sat on the edge of the bed, looked at Nanxi's frowning brows, and said softly unconsciously: "It will pass." ”

---------------------- the dividing line of Xiao Qinghuan---------------------

Nanxi went back to work in Shengshi, and as soon as she returned to the company, she was informed that she didn't need to be an assistant to Han Sheng anymore, and as she wished, she got the position of assistant to the director of the editorial department.

Han Sheng's head injury was almost healed, and he began to run around as usual.

The news of Nanxi's bold confession to Han Sheng was also overshadowed by bigger gossip, and the two were calm, as if they had nothing to do with each other.

Today's weather has been drizzling.

Nanxi was bored in the workshop and proofread over and over again.

"Nanxi, come to my office." The old witch of the director, stepping on ten-centimeter high heels, appeared behind Nanxi without warning, finished speaking, twisted her fat ass, and flashed into the office.

In fact, the editorial director is also a beauty, but she is older, and her appearance is acquired, so she is more beautiful and has no characteristics.

In addition, our Nanxi children look at others with colored glasses, so ........

"This is the outline of this month's "Aishang", you can take a look." Wang Mei, the director of the editorial department, threw a folder in front of Nanxi, "Learn about it and then contact the relevant stars, sort out three questions according to their different characteristics, interview them, and focus on Han Sheng's part after coming back, and ........ the other"

"Han Sheng?" Nanxi looked at the outline, the theme of this month's magazine is the male gods and goddesses in the entertainment industry, the words of the male gods...... Han Sheng is of course in first place.

"What? Questions? Wang Mei was interrupted by Nanxi, and the three big words of displeasure were written directly on her face.

"Uh... No, I'm just curious, and, besides, I'm not your assistant? Why do you suddenly want me to go out and run interviews? Also, hasn't our magazine always been fashion-oriented? Why do you suddenly want to write a celebrity ...... "Since that day at Nan's house, Nanxi has never seen Han Sheng again, and he was suddenly notified to go to him, uh.... I was a little panicked.

"Still have questions?" Wang Mei crossed her hands on the table, and suddenly the donkey's lips didn't answer the horse's mouth.

"It's gone." Nanxi shook his head.

"The door is there." Wang Mei raised her chin lightly and signaled that Nanxi could go out,

"..........." This is why Nanxi looks at Wang Mei with colored glasses.

Peat! You're the director, you're amazing! Every time! Drag two-five-eighty-thousand! You think you're Han Sheng!

Forehead.... Why did I think of Han Sheng again!

Although I don't want to do it in my heart, work is always work, and it can't be mixed with personal feelings, right?

Nanxi returned to his seat and familiarized himself with the overall outline, which is nothing more than to borrow the halo of a star to make fashion, such as this dress and that jewelry, in order to increase the gimmick and increase the selling point.

"Okay.......... Han Sheng, I'll take you first! After Nanxi read it roughly, he began to make an interview appointment with Han Sheng.

Nanxi turned out the phone number of Han Sheng's agent, and skillfully dialed it with the company's telephone business, and the phone was quickly connected.

"Hey, hello, I'm Nanxi, the assistant director of the editorial department of Shengshi Media, and we want to target ......"

"Toot-"

“............”

This.... What's going on? Nan Xi is blind, and he hasn't said anything, okay?! Is it really good for yourself to do this?! Han Sheng, your agent is bigger than you, do you know?

(Xiao Qinghuan: Secretly tell you, in fact, the phone was hung up by the big-name Han Sheng.) ）

Mader is mentally retarded, I still don't believe it!

Nan Xi felt angry in his heart, took out his private phone, found Han Sheng, gritted his teeth and dialed it.

"Hey." As if he knew that Nanxi would call him, the phone was answered as soon as it rang, and the magnetic voice was very calm, without a trace of surprise.

Nanxi shook his head, why is his brain so big! Is he the Monkey King, can he be a prophet? Hehe.

(Qing Huan: The prophet of the unknown is the Buddha!) Nanxi: Huh? Is it? ）

"Hey, I'm Nanxi." Nan Xi said with his little heart pounding.

"I know." Han Sheng was shooting the cover of the magazine here, and if no one else picked up Nanxi's phone, he made a gesture to stop shooting, and he didn't care about the cameraman's gloomy face.

"Do you have time for the last few days? I'd like to do a fashion interview with you. ”

"Yes." Han Sheng smiled like a spring breeze here, but his tone was as calm as usual.

"Huh? Is it? When exactly do you have time? Let's make an appointment, I have a few questions for you, very simple and won't delay you too much. Probably..."Nan Xi looked at the prepared question, and was just about to make an introduction, but was interrupted by Han Sheng.

Han Sheng walked to the sofa in the rest area and sat down, and directly and clearly refused: "Don't." ”

"Huh??" The hand flipping through the notes paused suddenly.

"I said I didn't want to be interviewed." If Nanxi was in front of Han Sheng, he would see his smiling eyebrows, very embarrassed.

Nanxi fried his hair, "Why!! ”

"There's no why, I just don't want to be interviewed."

“！！！！！” Nan Xi was about to crush the gums of his back teeth, but because he begged Han Sheng to do something, he could only swallow his anger.

"It's all a company, so let's give some face~~~"

“no。”

"Make money for your company, you can make some time~~~~"

“no。”

"Just a little while, please~~~"

“no。”

"Han Sheng!"

"I'm going to start shooting, that's all."

"Hey! Feed! Han Sheng! ”

"Toot-"

Mad's retardation! I can't bear it, Nanxi's temper can't bear it at all, he raised the mobile phone in his hand, and slapped it on the desk with a "pop-" sound.

"Nanxi, what's wrong with you?" Xiaoqi, who was sitting opposite Nanxi, saw Nanxi smash her mobile phone and asked weakly.

Nanxi held the mobile phone and gritted his teeth and said: "I was bitten by a dog!" ”

"Huh?" Xiaoqi glanced at the broken phone screen, "Are you okay?" ”