New week, good Monday.

Xi's headquarters, president's office.

"Mr. Xi, this is the information you want"

Yang San, secretary to the president, handed the information in his hand to Xi Chi behind the desk.

"Well, put it on the side" Xi Chi didn't raise his head, and responded coldly.

Yang San put the information on the side of the desk, looking at the still cold president very puzzled, it didn't look any different, why did he suddenly remember to ask for Xiao Mu's information?

"What? Anything else? Xi Chi looked at the secretary who put the information away but didn't leave, and asked puzzledly.

"No, no, I just don't know what the president wants Xiao Mu's information to do?"

"Nothing, my son likes her."

Yang San was speechless, what logic? Because my son likes it, is it inhumane to give him tasks during the holidays? Xiao Mu's information will come out as soon as you search on the Internet. But it's normal, the president is a veritable child slave......

Xi Chi waited for the secretary to go out before picking up the neatly bound materials on the side.

Xiao Mu has just debuted, and there is not a lot of news on the Internet, except for "Flower Mist", she has not participated in other works, so there are very few text introductions about her, except for being an orphan and graduating from Berklee College of Music, I can't find other personal information about her.

Xi Chi looked at the familiar big words on the white paper-Berklee College of Music, and was slightly distracted. It's been three years, she should have graduated, and it seems that she hasn't received a bill from there for a long time.

Xi Chi thought silently, and unconsciously continued to flip through the information on the table with both hands, and suddenly, a familiar smiling face appeared in front of him, which was a still from "Flower Mist" - Xiaomu played Huazi finally saw the scene of her first love, the girl smiled very sweetly, but there was the same brokenness and sadness in her eyes as in front of the hospital bed that day.

Xi Chi looked at the familiar smiling face in the photo and couldn't believe it. Xiao Mu, Xiao Muxi, Berkeley, orphan...... Are they really the same person? Xi Chi felt that everything in front of him was beyond his control, and raised his hand to dial the internal phone with the secretary.

"Help me check one more person, Xiao Muxi, to see if she has returned to Beijing recently."

"Okay Mr. Xi, I'll send someone to check immediately" Yang San didn't dare to hesitate and replied respectfully.

After hanging up the phone, Xi Chi looked at the photo in his hand with an obscure gaze.

Xiao Muxi, it seems that the person under the tree that day is really you, you are really back.

……

Beiyuan Cuicheng, Xiao Mu's apartment.

"Sister Xiao Mu, I'll be early today, I came to pick you up at the scene, today is a big day for your first TV series to set makeup......" After Muzi opened the door with the spare key, he chattered while changing his shoes, and suddenly saw Xiao Mu, who was neatly dressed and fully armed, drinking coffee leisurely, "Eh, Sister Xiao Mu, why did you get up so early, I thought you were still jetlagged." ”

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who sleeps in?" Xiao Mu took a sip of coffee elegantly and did not answer the rhetorical question.

Muzi smiled awkwardly, and walked to Xiao Mu's side with the breakfast he had bought early in the morning: "This is bought at the Liangjia shop opposite, and it is said to taste good."

"That's right, you know what to bring me to eat, it seems that your assistant is starting to look a little bit" Xiao Mu took the bag and said teasingly.

"Of course, without Sister Xiao Mu, there would be no me Lin Muzi today, although I don't understand anything, but I also know that for an artist, especially for an artist with a lot of notices, the assistant is very important, if I continue to be muddy, how can I be right Sister Xiao Mu's good intentions" Muzi wrinkled his nose and said cutely.

Xiao Mu looked at Lin Muzi who was pretending to be obedient in front of him, and temporarily put the unhappiness of the previous few days behind. After all, Muzi is still too young, childish, and she will be fine when she grows up for two years, Xiao Mu comforted herself in her heart, but forgot that she herself was only two years older than Muzi.