Guoguo's host script was finally completed, and Senior Brother Li Hao praised her for writing well, but he just patched up the flaws.

Guoguo printed a copy of the written host script and prepared to send it to the Milan choreographer, who thought that the Milan choreographer would be very satisfied after reading it. But unexpectedly, she handed it to the Milan choreographer, and the Milan choreographer said with a dark face, "Guoguo, look at what you wrote?" How can the host script be written like this? You've let me down so much, go rewrite. ”

Guoguo felt that the Milan choreographer was wrong today, changing his face from the past and becoming fierce. Guoguo originally thought that if the writing was not good, he would ask the Milan choreographer for advice.

Guoguo saw the attitude of the Milan director, and didn't dare to say more, so she had to take the host's script back and revise it again.

Guoguo felt that it was more difficult to revise than to write, because she really didn't know where to revise.

Guoguo carefully reviewed the host's script over and over again, but she still didn't come up with anything wrong, she stared at the computer screen in a daze, frowning, and didn't know what to do?

She looked towards the director's office in Milan, and she seemed to be discussing something with the director of the variety channel in the TV station. It seemed that they should have had a good conversation, and from time to time there was a laughing and laughing.

Guoguo was thinking, it seems that the Milan choreographer should be in a good mood at this time, maybe when the Milan choreographer is in a good mood, ask her for advice, she will have a better attitude, she doesn't believe it, the Milan choreographer usually seems to be such a kind person, how can it be that he deliberately makes things difficult for her.

So Guoguo saw the free time when the artistic director left the Milan choreographer's office, and she cautiously held the host script that had just been printed, and humbly asked the Milan choreographer for advice.

"Milan choreographer, I really don't know how to change it? Can you guide me? Guoguo shuddered and asked Milan for advice.

"Guoguo, you really disappointed me, I thought you were very capable, so let's put the host script here first, and read it when I have time. Guoguo, I have one more thing to remind you, this time the TV station transferred in a young host, not only beautiful and temperamental, but also the hosting level is also quite strong, and he has been working in other TV stations for several years, which can be regarded as a relatively experienced host. It's very difficult for me to treat your work like this now, and I can't guarantee whether you can be selected this time, it depends on your strength and level, and I won't say much else, you go back first. The Milan choreographer said to Guoguo disdainfully, in fact, the script written by Guoguo is completely passable, but she just wants to make it difficult for Guoguo, originally she was so enthusiastic and trusting Guoguo, she didn't expect Guoguo to ask Li Hao for advice behind her back, and said bad things about her behind her back, when the assistant under the art director of the TV station told her, she was very angry, she didn't want to use Guoguo at that time, no matter how talented Guoguo was, she wouldn't use her, she had already regarded Guoguo as a thorn in her side, She will try to pull out this thorn in her side in the future. She wanted to chase her away.

Guoguo had already understood what the Milan choreographer meant at this time, so she naturally chose to leave in silence. She didn't expect that she had become a thorn in the side of the Milan choreographer, and all this, she seemed to be still in the clouds.

Guoguo returned to his seat in disappointment, and a sense of frustration arose.

When Li Hao got off work, he saw that Guoguo was still sitting there sullenly, so he called Guoguo, "Guoguo, I'm off work, I'll go to your place for dinner." ”

"Well, I'll clean up." Guoguo heard Li Hao calling her, and her mood seemed to be sunny again.

"Guoguo, what's wrong with you today? Why did you look sullen just now? Li Hao asked Guoguo who was sitting next to him with concern while driving.

"Today I showed the host script to the Milan director, I thought that the Milan director would praise himself, but I didn't expect that not only did I not get the praise, but I was also reprimanded by her, and she asked me to rewrite it. I really don't know what went wrong? So the whole person felt depressed. Guoguo sighed and said to Li Hao.

"Oh, I see." Li Hao finally understood why Guoguo was depressed.

"Guoguo, don't be discouraged, in fact, you have done your best, and the host script you wrote is also very good, but the Milan choreographer may have her own unique ideas, I will communicate with her tomorrow, you can rest assured." Li Hao comforted and encouraged the depressed Guoguo.

"Well, thank you." Guoguo was full of gratitude to Li Hao.

Guoguo listened to Li Hao's comforting and intimate words, and suddenly felt a lot warmer in her heart.

When night falls, the stars shine brightly. The street lights on both sides of the highway are also lit up one after another, and the neon lights of the city are bright, flashing and colorful.

"Guoguo, what music do you like to listen to?" Li Hao turned on the music player while driving, and he wanted to know what music Guoguo usually likes to listen to.

"As long as it's good music, I like to listen to it, and if you think it's good, you can put on whatever music you want." Guoguo is not particularly picky about music, as long as it is good music, she loves to listen to it, of course, she loves to listen to the kind of romantic and beautiful, melodious piano music, because this kind of music makes people sound and the mood will become particularly quiet and comfortable.

Li Hao randomly played some more classic and popular love songs.

Listening to the song all the way, it seems that time flies, and before you know it, it has arrived.

Li Hao found an empty parking space and stopped, at this time the apartment was already full of cars, he just came in time, and the owner of the car parked here just drove the car out.

Li Hao followed Guoguo to Jingya's apartment again.

Guoguo knocked several times, the door didn't open, Guoguo took out the key and opened the door by herself, she and Li Hao entered the house, and indeed didn't see Jingya's figure, Guoguo pushed open the door of the room again, but still didn't see Jingya, Guoguo felt very strange, usually Jingya had already left work to cook at home. In fact, she felt quite sorry for Jingya, usually Jingya had to attend classes during the day and prepare for classes at night, and she also had to write.

Isn't Jingya off work tonight? It stands to reason that no, school has long since ended.

Guoguo still dialed Jingya's phone uneasily, "Jingya, where are you now?" Why haven't you come home yet? ”

"Guoguo, one of my students suddenly fainted, I was sending her to the hospital, and she won't come back to eat at night, you burn yourself and eat first, don't wait for me." Guoguo heard Jingya's voice coming from the other end of the phone.

"Well, you also have to pay more attention to your body and safety." Guoguo instructed Jingya.

"Well, you know, you can rest assured." Jingya said.

Guoguo knew that Jingya didn't come back because she was going to take a student to the hospital, so she didn't worry about her.

Guoguo said to Li Hao: "Today we are going to cook and cook by ourselves, and Jingya sent one of her students to the hospital." ”

Li Hao said to Guoguo, "I'll be in charge of washing and cutting vegetables, just be in charge of cooking the vegetables." ”

Li Hao said as he took out a few dishes from the refrigerator and put them in the sink one by one to clean.

Fruit and fruit rice cooking.

After Li Hao finished washing the vegetables, Guoguo turned on the switch of the liquefied gas stove and began to prepare to cook the vegetables.

Guoguo first burned a plate of spicy chicken, considering that Li Hao couldn't eat too spicy, she didn't put too spicy.

Guoguo then stir-fried a plate of small greens and a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork.

Li Hao said to Guoguo: "Three dishes are enough, no need to burn them anymore." ”

Guoguo said, "Let's cook a simple red egg soup." ”

"Okay."

Three dishes and one soup are already hearty enough for the two of them, and if Jingya comes back to eat, these dishes are just enough for the three of them to eat.

"Li Hao, how about you try the spicy chicken I made? Is it tasty? ”

"It's got to be delicious." Li Hao said and put a piece of spicy chicken in his mouth, it was really fragrant and delicious, and there was a spicy and spicy taste after eating, "Guoguo, the taste is really great." Li Hao stretched out his thumb and praised Guoguo.

Guoguo laughed happily when she heard this.

"Li Hao, if you think it's delicious, eat more." As she spoke, Guoguo sandwiched one piece after another of spicy chicken and put it in Li Hao's bowl.

At this time, Guoguo heard a knock on the door, so she immediately opened the door, and it turned out that Jingya had returned.

"Jingya, you're back."

"Well, now that the student's parents have gone to the hospital, I'll be back." Jingya said as she changed her shoes.

"Jingya, you haven't eaten yet, have you?"

"No, it smells good." Jingya smelled the aroma of spicy chicken, and knew that it was a specialty dish of fruit roast, but fortunately, she came back just in time.

"Jingya, you sit, I'll serve you dinner." Guoguo immediately took a bowl and a pair of chopsticks in the sterilization cabinet and filled Jingya with a bowl of rice.

"Guoguo, thank you." Jingya took the rice handed over by Guoguo and smiled, she usually cooks dinner, and then she waits for Guoguo and Li Hao to come back from work to eat, because she leaves school early in the afternoon.

"Jingya, the book you wrote is really very good-looking, and you really never get tired of reading it."

"Really?" Jingya didn't think she could write well, so he was surprised to hear Li Hao's great praise for her.

"Jingya, have you been writing anything lately? I also want to read the books you write, how many books can you write in a year? Li Hao felt that Jingya's books were very beautiful and very suitable for young people's tastes, so he hoped that Jingya could write more books a year.

"How many books do you write a year? That's so hard and tiring, I can't do it, I can write a book a year at most, and that's already very good. I don't write every day. Jingya felt that Li Hao thought of her too highly, how could she have so much time and brain to write so many books.

"In fact, it is quite amazing to be able to write a good book with quality in a year." Guoguo said.

Li Hao nodded and agreed, but maybe he liked Jingya's books too much, so he especially hoped that Jingya could write a few more books.

Guoguo sighed and said: "Jingya has already published two books and published many articles, I can't even write a script for the host, I really feel terrible." ”

"Guoguo, you have always been a very positive and optimistic person, why are you so negative and pessimistic?" Jingya feels that Guoguo should not be so negative and pessimistic, in fact, Guoguo has many advantages that she can't match, especially Guoguo's eloquence as a host, which is simply talented, but she is worse than her in writing. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses.

"Yes, Guoguo, in fact, you wrote really well, but we may not know much about the Milan choreographer, and we still need a run-in period for her character and required style. You don't have to be so pessimistic. Li Hao comforted Guoguo.