Mo Zhibing looked at the door that slammed shut, and withdrew her gaze.

"They're finally gone, and I'm getting pimples in my ears."

"The citizens of Sky City just like to hang out everywhere, just get used to it." The guests all left, and a man like Ming Rufeng cleaned up inside and outside the house, throwing aside the pillows on the sofa and the pillows that Dr. Mo had hugged to be cleaned.

After cleaning up, he came to Mo Zhibing's side, moved a stool and sat down to watch her draw.

"Xiao Mo, your comics level has surpassed many peers, why don't you go to their company to take a look?"

"Do you think I can go to work too?"

The little girl looked up at him with her big watery eyes.

Ming Rufeng nodded and stroked her little head, "I can't be so selfish as to really bury your talent!" It seems to be right, let you go to the workplace and choose by yourself, if you are tired and want to paint at home at that time, you can do it. ”

The little girl's eyes were shining brightly.

In fact, she has not been to work in the company.

For the workplace, I also yearn for it, "Then you can tell it now, I'll go to their company tomorrow to see, he said a few days ago, the animation department is producing a Xianxia anime, I really like to watch Xianxia." ”

"Okay, you wait."

Ming Rufeng got up and went to the coffee table to get the mobile phone.

The phone was dialed and it was found that my brother's phone was busy.

"He's probably on the phone with a friend, I'll call him later."

Mo Zhibing nodded vigorously, and then continued to paint.

"You're drawing a scene from our party tonight?"

Ming Rufeng came over and sat down with her mobile phone, looked at her extended picture scroll and asked. He is not very good at drawing, and jewelry design is okay, but it is not as good as his brother Ming Yichen.

So he is now in charge of the company's operations.

And the design of jewelry was handed over to his brother.

It seems to be a family of words.

Ming Yiyan stood by the window, listened to the familiar voice of the woman on the phone, briefly explained the reason for asking her to meet, and then hung up.

The next morning, Ming Ruyan drove to see Han Zijun.

Today's Han Zijun is already a well-known international model.

This morning, she just happened to have a shoot.

She explained that the assistant received Ming Ruyan, and the reason why she asked the other party to come to the studio to meet was because she didn't want the two sides to meet alone would be awkward.

After all, they were ...... back then

It's hard to put into words.

Han Zijun's assistant received Ming Yiyan, and the assistant was also very careful about this unfamiliar face who had never seen before and was not in the entertainment industry.

"Zijun has half an hour to finish, Mr. Ming, you can read the magazine for a while."

"Okay," Ming nodded coldly, and only sat down in the reception room.

I grabbed a magazine from the small coffee table next to me.

The cover character happens to be Han Zijun.

I have to admit that Han Zijun gave birth to a high-class face.

It fits well with the look of the early vintage style of Paris.

Fashion magazines also put a black net top hat, and she took a high-end sense of vinyl with a black and white silk scarf.

It's been a long time since I've seen the deity, and he has only occasionally seen her face on the screen and in magazines in recent years.

opened the magazine and found an interview with Han Zijun himself from the catalog.

Jade Media, which is managed by Ming Yiyan, also makes magazines, and naturally pays attention to character interviews in each issue, although there is no big difference in the content of each issue, as long as the protagonist of the interview is different......

Before he knew it, he sat in the reception room and waited for almost an hour.

Only then did I see Han Zijun stepping into the reception room with a tired face.

As soon as I came in, I saw Ming Yiyan flipping through magazines with his legs folded, and smiled, "You also make magazines, what's there to see?" ”

Ming Yiyan closed the magazine and slowly raised his head, a woman in a fiery red bandeau dress in front of him, with delicate makeup painted on her face, her soft shoulders pressed forward, and sat opposite him.

"Sorry, the shooting team didn't go well today."

"It's okay, it didn't bother you, did it?"