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Zhuang Shaojun bit his lip and his face was a little pale, "I hope we will ...... in the future." Don't meet again. ”

Zhuang Shaojun turned around and left, took two steps and looked at Fang Minhao with his peripheral vision, and whispered: "Lei let him ...... I don't want to see you again. ”

After running away in a hurry, Fang Minhao's eyes became darker and darker as he watched him leave, and the hand hanging by his side was also tightly clenched into a fist, his lips were tightly pursed, and a chill was exuded all over his body.

Nan Shu only had one program to record in the afternoon, and after the recording, she had already gone to Fang Minhao's magazine office to watch the time, Fang Minhao was in a meeting, and Nan Shu had to sit at his desk and wait.

The heating in the magazine office was fully turned on, and Nanshu waited for a while before feeling tiredness hit like a tide, and she couldn't help but fall asleep on the table.

At the end of the meeting upstairs, everyone came back and saw a scene of a beautiful woman sleeping peacefully, several male colleagues whistled at Fang Minhao, and female colleagues stared at Nan Shu with a dissatisfied face, but Nan Shu didn't know it, she slept very deeply, and Fang Minhao walked to her and she couldn't wake up.

The long and slightly curly hair hangs down on the side of her ears, her head is slightly lying on her arm, and the two strands of hair on her lips are swaying between breaths, she falls asleep quietly, like a pure and immaculate angel, and the Givenchy lip gloss on her lips adds a bit of seductive brilliance to her, she always wears light makeup when she goes to work, Fang Minhao has seen many women with makeup, colleagues or interview subjects are not as good as her makeup, looking at her falling asleep Fang Minhao's heart suddenly softened, There were male colleagues who looked at Nan Shu with amazing eyes, and they were all deterred by him and left stupidly.

Fang Minhao casually picked up the coat that was put aside and draped it on Nan Shu, then half-squatted in front of her, picked up the lazy pillow, and slowly lifted her arm and stuffed it under her cheek, although the movement was extremely gentle, it still startled Nan Shu, Nan Shu opened her eyes blankly and looked at Fang Minhao: "Minhao? ”

Fang Minhao raised his hand and touched her cheek, "Why did you fall asleep?" ”

Nan Shu rubbed her hair, a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, I don't know how to fall asleep......"

"I don't have a dream, do I?"

Fang Minhao pursed his lips and smiled, and looked at her narrowly: "No, but I'm drooling......"

"Huh?" Nan Shu was startled, and then wiped it on her face indiscriminately, Fang Minhao laughed, "Fool, I lied to you!" ”

Nan Shu's hand was still touching her face, and the next moment she raised her hand and pinched Fang Minhao, and said angrily, "What are you doing?" Annoying! ”

Because she was afraid that her colleagues would see the jokes, she deliberately lowered her voice, Park Seungjun went downstairs and saw such a scene, Fang Minhao held Nan Shu's hand and smiled gently, while Nan Shu was shy and coquettish, Park Chengjun raised his hand and pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and said, "Fang Minhao!" ”

Fang Minhao raised his head when he heard this, Nan Shu was also stunned, and when he saw Park Chengjun's figure appearing on the stairs, he immediately stood up nervously, Park Chengjun's eyes stopped on Nan Shu for a moment and looked at Fang Minhao, "Don't forget about the cover of the next magazine." ”

Fang Minhao nodded, "I know." ”

Park Seung-joon glanced at Nam Shu meaninglessly, turned around and walked upstairs again.

Nan Shu tugged at Fang Minhao's sleeve, "What's wrong with your editor-in-chief?" ”

Fang Minhao picked up his coat and put it on his body, "Not much." ”

After a pause, he smiled again, "Why do you see him so nervous?" ”

Nan Shu shook her head, "He's too strict, does he usually do the same to you?" ”

Fang Minhao turned off the computer, picked up the cup and drank again, bowing slightly, "He's like this, you don't work in our magazine, you don't have anything to do with him, don't be afraid of him." ”

"Did you get off work?" Nan Shu watched him turn off the computer, turned to look around, and sure enough, some colleagues had begun to leave one after another.

"Hmm. Go home. Fang Minhao took Nanshu's hand, "Make pasta for you." ”

In the garden-style villa of Ginza, Shangjun, the colorful fountain in the large courtyard is spraying water, Yi Yan sits on the recliner on the balcony on the second floor, lazily puts his feet on the footstool, and looks at the crescent moon on his head with clear eyes.

The crescent moon is very shallow, shallow like a beauty's nails, shrouded in layers of mist.

A few stars can be seen in the blue night sky, the night sky in the distance is dyed with neon lights, Yi Yan looked at the misty night sky and lost his mind, Simon came over with a cup of hot milk, saw Yi Yan's hair curled by the wind and said, "Sir, the wind is blowing, go back to the house." ”

"Simon, how did you get over the past six years?" Yi Yan opened his mouth gently, but his body remained motionless and maintained his original posture.

Simon was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Haven't you already read those materials?" ”

"yes, I've seen it......" Yi Yan muttered.

"But it didn't write why she came to Shanghai, nor did it write about how much hardship she endured in the first two years of coming to Shanghai, let alone how Fang Minhao became what she is now."

"Mr. Fang, he ......," Simon hesitated, "Mr. Lei is also investigating his business. ”

Yi Yan suddenly chuckled, "Isn't there Zhuang Shaojun by Lei Rang's side?" ”

Simon didn't know if he answered, Yi Yan again, "Sure enough, he still can't forget it...... There's no way to forget the man who left a mark on his soul......"

"Sir......" Simon muttered.

"Whatever you want." Yi Yan opened lightly.

"You want to invest in the radio station to open a new column, but Sister Nan is already the head anchor of the music radio station, and she is afraid that she will not participate in the new column."

"Of course I knew she would refuse."

"That ......"

"But the director of the radio station will let her agree, if she doesn't be an anchor, I won't invest," Yi Yan hooked a smile on the corner of his lips, "What kind of show is more suitable for Nanshu to do?" ”

"This ......," Simon was a little embarrassed, "I don't know, there are a lot of radio channels. ”

"How's the ghost story?" Yi Yan said suddenly.

"What?" Simon was stunned and looked at Yi Yan blankly.

Yi Yan got up and stood up, a sly glint flashing in her eyes, "She's most afraid of others telling ghost stories, what if she is asked to tell ghost stories to others?" ”

Simon looked at the evil expression on Yi Yan's face and couldn't help but have black lines on his head: Young master, young master, what are you thinking? How many ghost stories can be listened to? Isn't that throwing money at play?

"I'm afraid this isn't good......" Simon hesitated.

"Why not?" Yi Yan stretched out his arms and let out a long breath, "It's obviously very suitable for her." ”

"But I'm afraid the listening rate of ghost stories will not be very high, and there is no way to compare with some music channels and variety channels."

Seeing that Yi Yan was a little hesitant, Simon said, "Since we want to invest in the radio station, we must create a program with high listening rates, if the listening rate cannot be guaranteed, won't the investment money be lost?" ”

Yi Yan shrugged his shoulders, "You quite understand." ”

Simon smiled, "I looked up some information about the radio station. ”

"Forget it, I'll think about it again." Yi Yan shook his hand and entered the house, Simon saw the milk on the table and hurriedly exclaimed, "Sir, your milk!" ”

"Drink it." Yi Yan didn't reply to the next sentence.

Simon looked at the glass of milk that had cooled down depressedly, why did every time he prepared bedtime milk for Mr. end up in his own mouth?

Nan Shu and Fang Minhao had dinner and walked in the downstairs area, the street lamp at the head dragged the figures of the two of them to each other and sprinkled them on the ground, Nan Shu stepped on the square and jumped around, Fang Minhao followed her silently, Nan Shu finally realized that something was wrong with Fang Minhao, she jumped back to Fang Minhao and touched his arm, "What's wrong with you?" ”

Fang Minhao let out an "ah" in surprise, Nan Shu was even more puzzled, and looked at him with his hands on his chest, "You are very strange today, did something happen?" ”

Fang Minhao didn't say anything, he shook his head, he was indeed a little distracted, the scene of Zhuang Shaojun coming to him during the day was vivid in his mind, he didn't know whether Zhuang Shaojun's appearance today was Lei Rang's intention or Zhuang Shaojun's own meaning, but no matter who they meant, their purpose has been achieved, he is very unhappy now, and he is quite panicked.

Fang Minhao opened his mouth but thought of another thing, "Has Ji Xinyi contacted you again?" ”

Nan Shutou, "I talked to him on the phone yesterday. ”

"And when will he go back to Shanghai?"

"He can come back at Christmas." Nan Shu looked at Fang Minhao suspiciously, "Why are you asking him?" ”

"The circulation of our magazine in the last issue was the second largest among magazines of its kind."

"Aren't you all first?"

Fang Minhao looked at Nan Shu and bowed slightly, "That's right, so the US headquarters is very angry and asks that our new issue must return to the first place." ”

"And who was the number one last month?" Nan Shu asked again.

“ord。” Fang Minhao.

"No wonder, their magazine is quite powerful, and I have quite a connotation after flipping through their magazines." Nan Shu suddenly realized.

"That's why it's hard to get back to the first place because ORD is not an easy opponent." Fang Minhao.

"When I got off work, I heard your editor-in-chief mention the cover character, do you want to use Ji Xinyi to make the cover of the new issue of the magazine?" Nanshu asked, holding her chin.

Fang Minhao smiled slightly, "Clever!" ”

"That's exactly what our editor-in-chief means, but our magazine has limited funds, and Ji Xinyi is so popular now, and his worth has soared, so it may be very difficult to invite him to do an interview."

"How can a magazine of your size run out of money?" Nan Shu was a little unconvinced, "Your magazine has always been No.1, the sales are so good, and the company is so powerful, how can there be no money?" ”

"I don't believe it either, but what can I do?" Fang Minhao sighed, "Our editor-in-chief has designated me to talk to Ji Xinyi's agent, how can you and I be able to talk?" ”

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