Finally about to start work, Lin Qingqing got up early in the morning and started to clean up. When she put on makeup and came out of the dressing room, Ou Yuanlan happened to sit down at the dining table.

"It's rare that you haven't gone out today." She pulled away the chair opposite Ou Yuanlan, then sat down and sighed.

Elegantly holding a cup of coffee. Ou Yuanlan responded angrily: "That's my wife's early today. The sarcasm in his words was full.

Doesn't this man mean that she usually gets up late, and she usually doesn't need to work, even if she gets up early, she is bored to spend her days. So instead of being bored, it is better to sleep for beauty sleep and take care of your skin.

"Give." After coating a slice of toast, Lin Qingqing handed the evenly coated toast bread with jam to Ou Yuanlan. "I have to record the show today, so I must prepare early." There was lightness in her words.

Taking the toast slices, Ou Yuanlan continued to ask, "Isn't this something you've done before?" What else is there to prepare? He asked, puzzled.

Does this man think that everyone is as smart as he is, and that he can handle anything properly? Lin Qingqing couldn't help but feel angry. She's just an ordinary person, and many things require equal effort to get the corresponding rewards.

"I'm just an ordinary person, please don't measure me by your own standards." She waved her hand, picked up her toast, and began to eat.

The corners of his mouth rose slightly, and Ou Yuanlan's mood became good. "Behave well." He confessed.

Picking up the coffee cup, Lin Qingqing made a gesture of clinking cups. "Thank you for the encouragement." She said with an eyebrow raised.

The ceramic coffee cups collide together and make a crisp sound. "Come on." Ou Yuanlan said, and then lowered his head and took a sip of the fragrant liquid in the cup.

After breakfast, the two parted ways. Ou Yuanlan drove to the company, and the assistant took the driver to pick up Lin Qingqing and rushed to the studio.

It feels so good to be busy, looking at the script in his hand, Lin Qingqing sighed in his heart. Some time ago, she didn't have to work, and every morning she had to look at the empty pillow in a daze. Not anymore, because she's busy herself.

"Sister Qingqing, how are you preparing?" The assistant leaned over and asked.

Closing the script in his hand, Lin Qingqing showed a smile. "Almost, that's it...... A little nervous. She said with some embarrassment.

The assistant gently patted her on the shoulder. "Nervous about what? Isn't this Sister Qingqing, your best show? I think you were also a resident guest of this talk show back then! She complimented.

Regarding that part of the memory, Lin Qingqing had almost forgotten it. "Really?" She seemed a little incredulous. "I'm so good!" Speaking of this, Lin Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little complacent.

Nodding vigorously, the assistant replied to her very firmly: "Sister Qingqing, you used to be a workaholic!" I sometimes worry about whether you will snub Mr. Ou if you keep going like this. She quipped with a laugh.

Speaking of this, Lin Qingqing couldn't help laughing? She was so terrifying before, no wonder Ou Yuanlan always let her rest for a while, and rarely asked her about her work.

"Madam, there's a traffic jam ahead." The driver suddenly stopped the car, turned his head and said to Lin Qingqing and his assistant.

In many first-tier cities, traffic jams are almost commonplace. Due to the large number of vehicles, as long as there is a slight traffic accident on an important main road, traffic jams are inevitable.

It's okay to get stuck in traffic jams, but this is the critical time for Lin Qingqing to rush to the studio. If it's late, wouldn't it be a broadcast accident?

Thinking of this serious consequence, Lin Qingqing immediately became nervous. She looked at the time on her phone and couldn't help frowning, there was less than an hour before the show was recorded.

At the usual pace, it would take about 10 minutes to get to the studio. Then she will not only have plenty of time, but she can also make up and prepare. But right now, once the traffic is jammed, I don't know when she will be able to rush to the studio.

"Can you go the other way?" She asked the driver. At such a time, you can only desperately think of a way, and it is the most unwise behavior to sit back and wait for death.

Lowering the window, the driver looked at the car behind him. "Ma'am, unlikely." He said helplessly.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Qingqing turned around, he saw a blocked and impassable vehicle. She had never hated the city's traffic so much, even if she had been stuck in traffic for hours before, she hadn't complained much. But at this critical moment, she longed to give birth to a pair of big hands to make these cars disappear.

"Is there enough time to walk through?" Lin Qingqing gritted his teeth and asked. Since you can't rely on a car, rely on your legs. She didn't believe that there was a traffic jam on this road and people couldn't even walk.

Looking at the remaining kilometers, the driver glanced at the high heels on Lin Qingqing's feet with some concern. "Madam, if you go over, you will probably have to suffer a lot."

Although their wife is not particularly pampered, no matter what, it can be regarded as fine skin and tender meat. Now he has to walk more than ten kilometers on the road in high heels, even an ordinary person is enough to choke.

He far underestimated Lin Qingqing's determination to work. "It's okay, you just need to tell me how long it takes." Lin Qingqing gritted his teeth and asked with the determination to break the kettle.

After a rough estimate, the driver replied: "It will take half an hour to touch, but Mrs. ......" Before he finished speaking, Lin Qingqing had already opened the car door and walked down.

Since his boss is walking to the studio, it is not good for the assistant to stay in the car and wait for the opening of the car. She followed behind Lin Qingqing with a mess of things, although she was helpless, she knew that this was her job.

High heels are really not suitable for walking, and it didn't take long for Lin Qingqing to feel the pain coming from his feet.

Putting on high heels is indeed a piece of cake for a model, but walking more than a dozen kilometers in high heels is a daunting challenge for anyone.

Looking down at his heels, Lin Qingqing was ruthless, and directly took off his shoes and stepped on the road barefoot. Even though she was wearing stockings, the cold temperature of the ground still made her grin.

"Sister Qingqing, your feet won't be able to stand it if you go on like this." The assistant caught up and said with a worried look on his face.

Holding the high heels in his hand, Lin Qingqing obviously sped up. "It's more important to get to the studio now." She didn't have time to say anything, so she could only spend all her energy on the road.

There are many private cars stuck on this road, and through the car windows, many people can see a barefoot and beautiful woman with sunglasses walking on the road. If you look closely, you will feel that this figure is a little familiar.