Qinghui nodded.

Follow the security guard who came to lead the way and went upstairs.

Several young ladies at the front desk looked at Qinghui's back and couldn't help but get together and bite their ears.

"She's Qingqing?"

"It looks so small, I kind of know why some of her old fans call her cub, this face is really good."

"But she shouldn't have shown her face before, right?"

"Oh my God, I can eat with my face."

"That cat is so cute, it's so well-behaved, I suspect that I have a fake cat at home, how can their cute pet blogger's cat not be the same as our family."

"Hahahaha, when you say that, I think too."

"Hey, hey, I said how to look familiar, it's her, the conservatory, who directly pressed a certain cool face to the ground, it's cool."

"When you say that, I remember, yes, she was also wearing a cap at the time, but the clothes she was wearing were not this, and I didn't think about it for a while."

"Wow, is that good? Although I don't watch these much, no matter how she shoots, I'm going to become a fan! ”

***

Arrived at the conference room.

Someone served tea on a paper cup and asked Qinghui to wait.

Because Qinghui's popularity is quite high, and the previous drum kit has directly doubled the number of fans, and the current volume is no longer something that an ordinary editor can carry, so after discussion, I decided to find a senior editor to take it.

It's just that Qinghui came at an unfortunate time, just in time for a meeting of these senior editors.

So wait a little bit.

However, the regular meeting has been going on for an hour, and it should be over soon.

Qinghui was not in a hurry, shallow coffee shrank in Qinghui's arms, and one person and one cat yawned quite tacitly.

Raising his eyes and glancing out the window, Qinghui squinted slightly, pursed the corners of his lips, and spoke, "I think the weather is very suitable for taking a nap right now." ”

The voice is a bit serious.

So why do you have to go out at this time?

Sleepy.

Just when Qinghui was drowsy.

The door to the conference room was pushed open.

A tall, elite-looking man walked in from the outside, and saw Qinghui bowing his head and nodding his little head sleepily, and his steps couldn't help but lighten up.

And then I reacted to what was going on.

I don't blame him, after all, all of them think that Qinghui slapped each other's faces before is very cool, and that guy doesn't take a good look, can anyone come to touch porcelain?

So when facing Qinghui, he inevitably brought some other emotions of identity, obviously he hadn't signed the contract yet, but he already regarded the other party as his own.

And Qinghui's potential is much greater than that of a certain Liang.

The quality of the cute pet videos that were just shot casually before has attracted a lot of attention, and the last drum kit has doubled.

And the other party is still the top music academy in the world, which is simply a treasure that cannot be dug into.

With that in mind, the executive tapped his finger lightly on the door.

Qinghui frowned slightly, raised his eyes, and the shallow curry in his arms screamed.

It was the executive who noticed that Qinghui was still holding a cat in his hand.

A person and a cat sit on a seat in the sun, which looks particularly warm.

Just come to the company to negotiate a contract, and bring a cat?

Aren't you afraid of cat stress or something?

The executive muttered to himself.