"Great, I'm here to interview you." They were busy, and Mu Qiaozi was also too lazy to spend her time and energy, raised her eyebrows and said with a big grin: "Didn't you say that you would wait at 218?" How did you get out? ”

"I'm sorry, if it's an interview, then you're late, Mr. Zong doesn't have time to accept your interview." The assistant is routine and tells the truth.

"How's that going to work?" Mu Qiaozi's eyes suddenly widened, like a leader who was accustomed to giving orders, and emphasized undoubtedly: "Let me tell you, I came here from the mausoleum poster industry on purpose, and I have to complete the interview today no matter what." ”

What a fainting person! What is her attitude?

Speaking of the mausoleum poster industry, it is also a large-scale formal media that is up to the grade in China, how can there be such an unprofessional and unreliable reporter?

Obviously, they took the initiative to make an appointment to do an interview for Zong Yue, and after communicating with the agent here a few times, Zong Yue agreed to be interviewed.

On the day of today's official interview, this reporter is like an uncle, he was half an hour late in advance and didn't say anything, but the person finally came, and the shelf was well served.

The assistant had long been tired of Mu Qiaozi's style, and warned her professionally: "Miss, please don't make trouble, Mr. Zong still has important work to do." ”

"Don't interject, I'm here to interview him, not you! Let him speak! "Who is Mu Qiaozi? This eldest lady has never been idle by anyone, and she immediately crossed her eyebrows and sneered at the past.

The assistant couldn't bear it anymore and really wanted to get angry.

Zong Yue suddenly said cheerfully: "No problem, I can accept your interview." ”

“OK！ Then let's go to 218. Mu Qiaozi was satisfied at once, smiled very happily with her bright Danfeng eyes, and walked to the hotel: "It won't take too long, it will be done in twenty minutes at most." ”

An interview only takes 20 minutes? Hehe, for Zong Yue, who has enough experience in dealing with the media, it is the first time he has heard of it, but he didn't say much, just responded lightly.

The assistant was anxious and solemnly reminded him: "Don't forget, you never accept late reporters, and besides, the fan meeting of the TV station is about to start." ”

"It's okay, this young lady is so beautiful and full of personality, I would be happy to cooperate with her work." Zong Yue said disappreciatively, turned around and stepped on the steps again.

Alas, his big star boss really likes beautiful women, and no one can do anything about him.

The assistant rubbed his chin depressedly, and could only follow Zong Yue helplessly.

The 218 rooms of the Dorsett Hotel, although only a small meeting room, are exceptionally luxurious and comfortable.

On the other side of the street, there is a large wall of floor-to-ceiling glass, a delicate round table and two swivel chairs, where you can sit and take in the traffic below.

Mu Qiaozi walked in, first scanned the entire room in a big way, and then made her own evaluation simply and clearly: "It's okay, it's comparable to the specifications of my hotel, and it can make people stay." ”

Her hotel? Zong Yue and the assistant were taken aback at the same time, and glanced at each other for the third time, with different expressions.

In fact, Zong Yue had just seen Mu Qiaozi driving a Maserati by herself, and guessed that she might be a trench sister with a superior family, but to what extent? Of course, it remains to be explored. bar

At this time, I heard her say in person that she had a five-star hotel at home, which confirmed his speculation and judgment even more.

It's just that since she is an invisible daughter of a wealthy family, why would she deign to be an ordinary reporter in the mausoleum poster industry? It is also interesting, which makes him more curious and interested in her.

After inspecting the environment here, Mu Qiaozi walked directly to the swivel chair by the window and sat down, as if she had returned to her own home, and said very naturally: "Zong Yue, you have entered the room, you can take off your sunglasses, I haven't seen your appearance clearly." ”

Zong Yue casually took off his sunglasses and sat down in the swivel chair opposite her, the corners of his lips hooked up with his signature faint smile: "Miss, can I know your name?" ”

Generally, as long as he shows such a lethal charming smile, it is simply an excellent weapon to kill everything in seconds, and it can instantly capture a large number of girls' hearts, causing to scream constantly.

However, Mu Qiaozi is not an ordinary girl, she was completely indifferent and refused: "No, my name is never told to strangers." ”

"Am I a stranger?" The smile on Zong Yue's lips deepened just right, and he perseveredly asked: "We know each other now, right, may I ask Miss Fang's name?" ”

"What's the matter with you? Let's figure it out, today I interviewed you, not you. Mu Qiaozi frowned unabashedly and frowned at her beautiful eyebrows, stared at him carefully up and down, and had a rough preliminary judgment in her heart.

Zong Yue's facial features are indeed good-looking, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, red lips and white teeth. It's just that because it's too delicate and delicate, it lacks the necessary masculinity.

Wearing a sparkling diamond stud earring in the left ear, uh, it looks like eyeliner and eyebrows? It seems that the smell of milk fat powder is stronger.

After confirming her eyes, she could responsibly come to a conclusion that his overall demeanor and bearing could not be compared with her two elder brothers and Han Yi's elder brother at all.

You know, she hates men's makeup the most!

I really can't figure it out, how can such a person be so popular?

It seems that it suddenly became popular overnight, and then the popularity skyrocketed.

His fans worship him purely as a perfect god, including her third sister-in-law and colleague Xia Xiaoyou, who are also fascinated by him.

Ho, Xia Xiaoyou is just afraid that she is blind.

Seeing this today, Zong Yue and her third brother Mu Lingkai are separated by a gap that is not a star and a half, and they are not people at the same level at all.

Xia Xiaoyou has such an outstanding husband, and she would still use such a pink-faced little fresh meat as an idol, which is really sick.

The assistant saw that Mu Qiaozi hadn't entered the topic for a long time, and the expression on his face was thoughtful, arrogant and critical, and even seemed to have a little contempt.

He couldn't help urging solemnly: "Miss, if you want an interview, you can start." ”

Well, Mu Qiaozi sat up elegantly and calmly, took out her interview book and voice recorder decently, and got ready to work.