Bedroom bed

Meng Yier was lying on her back, and she didn't bother to take off the slippers on her feet.

Until this moment, Meng Yi'er still felt that her mind was muddy, and she was not even sure if what had just happened had really happened.

She's been proposed?!

The object is still Kirsen!

Thinking of all this, Meng Yi'er was in a complicated mood, her eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and she couldn't even judge her mood at the moment.

Is it exciting?

Or rejoice?

There seem to be some, and there seems to be none.

This person is Ke Sen, she thinks she should be happy, after all, she is the idol she has admired for so many years.

However, her temples were beating uncontrollably at the moment, and there seemed to be a fire burning in her heart, and she was so hot and flustered that her heart was flustered.

Dysphoria?!

That's right, she's irritable.

She was confused, she had never been in love, and she didn't know what kind of feelings she had for Ke Sen.

So, she didn't know what to do with it.

In the concept she established before, marriage is the natural destination of two people who love each other. Is it really okay to get married and then cultivate a relationship? She remembered the look on his face when he told her those words, sincere and sincere, and his eyes showed a convincing firmness.

He's so determined,

Maybe, you can really try it?!

Meng Yier thought about everything that happened at night over and over again, couldn't figure it out, couldn't make a decision, and her brain hurt.

All night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

——

The next day

Meng Yier was woken up by the ringing of her mobile phone, and she couldn't sleep all night, until the sky was slightly bright, and she fell asleep shallowly.

Meng Yi'er closed her eyes and rubbed her mobile phone on the bedside.

The long eyelashes quivered slightly, and the eyes laboriously opened a slit.

"Hey......" voice is lazy and sleepy.

"Is it Miss Meng?" A sweet and crisp female voice came into my ears.

"Hmm......" Meng Yi'er replied weakly.

"Miss Meng, I'm from Star Media Entertainment Agency, and I'm honored to inform you that you will come to our company at three o'clock this afternoon to interview for the position of chief collaborator."

Interview?

Meng Yier thumped her aching head, remembering that it seemed that she had indeed submitted her resume on the recruitment website two days ago.

"Okay—"

During the whole call, Meng Yi'er kept her eyes closed.

Hanging up the phone, Meng Yier's eyelids were still heavy, she threw down the phone and continued to fall asleep.

——

When I woke up naturally, it was noon.

Meng Yi'er, who had slept enough, had a satisfied expression on her face, and after thinking of Ke Sen's words last night, her eyebrows frowned fiercely, her red lips pursed, and she let out a long sigh.

After thinking about it for a while, I still didn't have a clue and didn't know what to do.

When Meng Yier was at a loss, she suddenly remembered the phone call in the morning.

Interview!

Meng Yi'er subconsciously glanced up at the clock, twelve forty o'clock.

Luckily, it was in time.

Meng Yi'er didn't care about the thing that gave her a headache anymore, washed up quickly, and ate something casually.

Thinking that the position she interviewed for was the chief collaborator, Meng Yier deliberately dressed up and painted delicate light makeup, which was generous and decent.

The place of the interview, the distance is very close.

When Meng Yier arrived at Star Media Entertainment, it was 2:50, just the right time.

Under the guidance of the reception at the front desk, she came to the interview area, and Meng Yier looked over and found that there were already four or five people waiting in the rest area.

Meng Yier found an empty seat to sit down, took a long breath, relieved some tension, and waited quietly for the interview.

Soon, the interview began.

Meng Yi'er was the second to be called in, and it was two men and a woman who interviewed her, and they looked Meng Yi'er up and down in a proper attire, and nodded appreciatively.

Looking at the graduation school on her resume is Parsons School of Design, she is treated differently.

After the interviewer briefly asked her some relevant questions, Meng Yier responded calmly and answered without leakage.

At the end of the interview, several interviewers whispered a few words of discussion and nodded to each other.

"Miss Meng, you have been admitted." A bespectacled interviewer bows slightly.

“……”

Meng Yier was a little surprised, she didn't expect the interview to go so smoothly, but she was still very happy from the bottom of her heart to have a job to do.