No. 233, Shichahai, Shibei Hutong, Imperial Capital, Xicheng, Shichahai

The second floor of the staff dormitory building of Yanqing Studio.

After taking a shower, Zhang Yameng, holding her mobile phone, stepping on splint slippers, and wearing a silk suspender nightdress, put on a mask and entered the suite with an open door across the corridor.

With a pair of big eyes flashing, Miao Miao, who was wearing pajamas with a stacked skirt, had already collapsed on the sofa in the living room and waited for her for a long time.

"Here, Lao Zhang, it's really a grind for you to take a shower."

Miao Miao's complaining voice was also soft and glutinous.

The TV was playing Pearl Satellite TV's 7:30 Golden Theater, and Lao Zhang casually glanced at what seemed to be a spy war TV series.

"You're so anxious, isn't it, haven't you started yet?"

Zhang Yameng sat cross-legged on the sofa with her hair undried and a mask on her head, glanced at the time on the mobile phone screen, and put the mobile phone screen off and put it aside.

"No, you don't understand, finally someone can accompany me to watch Brother Qing's variety show, you can't understand this impatient mood at all, I'm super happy."

Miao Miao said as she casually piled a few packs of snacks on the coffee table next to Zhang Yameng.

Her emotions come and go quickly, she has never been the kind of person who holds grudges, and she has long thrown the depression that Lao Zhang chose to live in the staff dormitory three days ago to Java.

Zhang Yameng was obviously a little surprised by what Miao Miao said.

"Brother Qing, does he never watch his own show? Or is it... He usually looks at it on his own side? ”

Miao Miao pursed her lips and complained about Yan Qing with some disgust.

"I just never look at it, his refrigerator, water dispenser, vinyl... The gramophone can barely be regarded as an electrical appliance, how can there be such a thing as a television? ”

Zhang Yameng let go of her comfortable crossed legs and moved down from the sofa, she used her white and tender feet with beautiful nail polish to reach the splint slippers on the floor.

"Then what are you waiting for, I'll go back and change my clothes, you call Brother Qing and ask him to come up, let's see together, is there a better team building activity than this?"

Miao Miao pounced on her with a smile and hugged Zhang Yameng, preventing her from getting up and putting on her shoes.

"Oh, Lao Zhang, just sit down, my brother Qing'er, I haven't stepped into this building for half a step since I was beaten into the house and didn't leave."

Zhang Yameng was slightly stunned, the corners of her mouth rose, and she looked meaningfully at Miao Miao, who was lying on the sofa on her side, hugging her waist tightly and not letting go.

"It turned out that Lai came in, so I said, such a high-level staff dormitory is really rare."

At this time, Miao Miao, who realized that she was speechless, hurriedly let go of Lao Zhang, she fell back, covered her eyes, and her little feet were still gently kicking at Zhang Yameng's side.

"I don't care, Lao Zhang, you didn't hear anything, you didn't hear, you didn't hear!"

"Okay, I didn't hear anything..."

Zhang Yameng lowered her head and covered her eyes, she couldn't bear to look at such a cute meow, she couldn't make any moves, she could only promise to dress and not hear.

"Otherwise, I'll give Brother Qing a call, and if he is willing to watch with us, let's change our clothes and go to the conference room over there to meet."

"What a wasted effort..."

Miao Miao muttered, one hand continued to cover her eyes, and the other hand waved at Lao Zhang, signaling her to take care of herself.

Zhang Yameng picked up the mobile phone next to him, shook it to unlock it, and dialed the phone out with one key speed dial.

The waiting sound in Lao Zhang's ears rang about seven or eight times, and the phone was finally connected:

"Old Zhang? What's wrong, something? ”

Yan Qing's voice was mixed with some gasps.

Zhang Ya dreamed that this point seemed to be the time for Miao Miao to introduce her to the physical training in the practice room before.

"Brother Qing, that's the case, Miao Miao and I are planning to watch "Star Silk Road" and "Talent Co., Ltd." together, I think about asking you to watch it together."

"I'll have to continue my physical training in the studio, you see."

Yan Qing's voice politely refused.

Zhang Yameng glanced at Miao Miao, who couldn't help but peek, and continued to persuade in her mouth: "It's okay, it's too late, you can continue to practice first, and you can catch up with a shower after you finish it... Xiaomeow and I both think that watching the show together is a good team building activity. ”

"Well, then I..."

Yan Qing's voice was a little hesitant, and he seemed to be a little moved.

""Talent Co., Ltd." was launched at half past nine in the evening, let's go to the conference room to watch "Star Silk Road" first, wait for you, hang up."

Zhang Yameng hung up the phone very simply and stood up from the sofa.

"Hey, Lao Zhang, it's still your cow."

Miao Miao's crystal clear eyes flashed with sincere admiration.

"Isn't it just Lai, I'll too, let's go, go back and change clothes, little meow, I'll see you later."

After speaking, she didn't continue to take care of Miao Miao, who was waving a pillow on the sofa, Zhang Yameng stepped on her splint and walked away quickly.

Ten minutes later, the conference room on the first floor of the office resounded with the laughter of Yang Guang, the host of "Star Silk Road", and a group of guests......

Miao Miao changed her clothes and nestled in the conference chair that was a little wide for her, holding a large bag of snacks in her arms, and shouted Lao Zhang to get closer to her in a glutinous voice.

Zhang Yameng had no problem with the sweet and greasy Miao Miao, so she could only look up and continue to pay attention to the content on the TV, while sliding the chair with rollers to her side again.

The essence of "Talent Co., Ltd." was still arranged by the "Star Silk Road" program team as the finale.

Miao Miao has been pushing the essence of the fourth column for more than 40 minutes from entering the conference room to sitting down on the TV, and the snacks in her mouth have not stopped, and from time to time she encouraged Lao Zhang on the side to follow her and eat openly.

Zhang Yameng sighed, she looked at Miao Miao's slender figure faintly.

"Little meow, why are you so able to eat and so thin, hey, I always feel that if I drink a few more sips of water, my weight will exceed my tolerance limit."

"I'm born, no matter how much I eat since I was a child, I'm not fat, I'm often bored alone at night, and it's a habit to eat snacks, Lao Zhang, you are in super good shape, I can envy you."

Miao Miao threw the empty bag in her hand on the conference table, stretched out her hand and compared an S-shape and a gap of about ten centimeters, and then seemed to think of something, glared at the cropped pajama pants worn by Zhang Yameng with resentment, and turned her head to stare at the TV screen angrily.

Zhang Yameng felt a little distressed about the little girl in front of her who had survived the long night of loneliness alone, and at the same time she was puzzled by her last move...

"Lao Zhang, I just thought of an annoying guy, and it has nothing to do with you."

Miao Miao's voice had a faint trill, still sweet and greasy.

"Gang Jiang Jin and Fu Ruoli's "Noise Jianghu" and Zhang Chao and Guo Yan's "Yan's Wardrobe" seem to be of high quality, at least the essence of the edit version has a lot of explosions......"

Zhang Yameng changed the topic and guided Miao Miao to talk to herself about the essence of the several columns that had been broadcast.

"I think Yue Che and Yu Zhiwei's "Pleasant Talks" also looks quite emotional, oh my God, Yu Zhiwei is so good at scaring people......"

Miao Miao was a little fascinated by Yu Zhiwei's superb skills and ability to complain.

"I didn't expect that Emperor Wen Yingdi, who has always been a gourmet, and this "Reviewing the Old and Knowing Jin", which claims to inherit the palace cooking skills and food culture, is not even brilliant in the edited version."

Zhang Yameng looked at Wen Gu Yu and Pei Xiujing, who were dressed like two chefs on TV, and couldn't hold back the complaints in her heart.

"That's not right, this episode of "Star Silk Road" is finished, but the five sub-columns are online in whispering videos together, and the competition is much fiercer than the previous issue, but Lao Zhang, don't worry, I watched the whole recording process, and the quality of our program is proper and exciting!"

Miao Miao danced and shouted, and at the same time handed Lao Zhang an expression of letter to me, her watery eyes flashed with dazzling looks.

"Let me see who's bragging, oh, it turned out to be our Mr. Miao, that's fine."

The door to the conference room was pushed open, and a magnetic but flattering voice floated in before anyone else.

Zhang Yameng looked back, Yan Qing walked in with a scroll of manuscript paper in her right hand and a water-based pen in her left hand, looking at Miao Miao beside her.

"Brother Qing, your left hand is not a dominant hand, right?"

Zhang Yameng's attention focused on Yan Qing's skillful left-handed pen turning technique.

"Lao Zhang, Brother Qing'er, all his performances are normal, this picture of a villain who turns the pen with his left hand and flatters and treacherous..."

Miao Miao on her side was not surprised, she explained to Zhang Yameng with a big grin: "This is all because his stamina after completing physical training has not yet dispersed, no matter how strange it is, I have seen it, and you will get used to it after a long time." ”

"Lao Zhang, I didn't scare you, I'm used to practicing this......"

Yan Qing put the pen and manuscript paper on the conference table, pulled out a conference chair from the side, and sat down at a distance of about two steps between Miao Miao and Zhang Yameng.

Zhang Yameng was a little curious about the content of the stack of manuscript paper, and glanced over, and there were three big words written on the top page of manuscript paper: "Relevance".

There is also a beautiful line of flower characters under Chinese - "coherence".