Jing Meihua "..."How can you let me pick it up."

Say you're fat and you're gasping.

You're going to lose me!

He looked at Ye Li angrily for a few seconds, and was finally defeated by the indifference and indifference in Ye Li's eyes, and he was defeated, like a defeated rooster and a little sluggish.

"The director of "Our Youth" has contacted the company today, which probably means to ask the protagonist of this script if he should consider changing it, after all, Ruofeng can't continue to act in this situation."

Jing Meihua, who couldn't contact Ye Li, had no choice but to start reporting the matter.

"I'll contact him" Ye Li walked with the wind, Jing Meihua put away the expression on her face and became serious, holding a stack of documents and talking about some major things.

Ye Li sat on the boss's chair and habitually picked up the pen and turned it around twice, thought slightly, and finally gave a conclusion for Jing Meihua to implement.

So two people reported one by one, one person thought, and after a while, one person said and one person remembered, and it took an hour to complete all the things to be dealt with in the day.

Looking at Ye Li's figure of leaving quickly, Jing Meihua sighed in her heart, she worked hard before, but now she is like a natural leader, and she doesn't need anyone's advice at all.

How can such a drastic change occur in a person?

Ye left the car and dialed the director's phone with Bluetooth, and only answered it after a while.

Hearing that it was Ye Li, his tone was not flattering but very polite.

Ye Li didn't go around the bush either, telling the director that Tong Ruofeng would return to his normal post within a month and would not delay the filming process.

The director considered it, anyway, the Qin family is also the largest investor, and Tong Ruofeng is indeed a rare seedling, if it can be cured, he also hopes to continue to cooperate.

It really didn't work, and it was too late to change people when the time came, so the director responded very happily.

After solving this matter, Ye Li went directly to Tong Ruofeng's apartment, and she had specially instructed Guo Feng to find him a better living environment alone.

It's a lot easier now.

Guo Feng opened the door and saw that Ye Li was really here, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Qin, you are here." ”

"What about people?" Ye Li nodded in response and walked straight into the room.

I actually found that the decoration and layout in the room were the same as those carved out of the mold of Qin Shi's apartment.

"Inside... The condition is not very good. ”

"You let the house be installed?" Ye Li didn't answer Guo Feng's words at all, but looked around.

Guo Feng: "..."Why don't you play cards according to the routine every time."

But he still replied with a snort, "Ruofeng let people pretend, saying that Mr. Qin's room is also like this, he feels very comfortable." ”

Now Guo Feng just wants his only artist to be able to firmly hug the president's thighs, and not miss the slightest opportunity to break into Ye Xuanxian.

Ye Li glanced at him meaninglessly, pushed open the door and walked in.

Guo Feng shrunk his neck and felt a cold wind sweeping, he didn't have the courage to follow in, sighed, suppressed his uneasy heart and sat on the sofa in the living room.

Tong Ruofeng was curled up in the quilt at the moment, and the mobile phone next to him was playing his favorite song, the music was very slow, the melody was very low, and the whole room was shrouded in a depressing atmosphere.

As soon as Ye Li wanted to speak, Cuihua couldn't help but remind him first, because he subconsciously felt that his master couldn't say anything nice [Master, don't stimulate him, you forgot that he also committed suicide with depression before. 】

Ye Li sighed, it was really troublesome.

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