"Everyone, welcome to our new colleagues." The personnel were agitating and speaking passionately on the stage, but the applause below was sparse and not enthusiastic enough.

"Sister Xinluo, I will always support you," Xiao secretly pulled An Xinluo's sleeve, and expressed his heartfelt anger.

The station is full of human spirits, after initially knowing that the seat was snatched away, and then I heard that it was a beauty, they all thought it was the xx of Wentai, and they were full of curiosity and expectation, but then Wentai didn't react at all, and gradually faded, reason returned, and understood who had the backstage, plus An Xinluo was indeed popular, so they were naturally partial.

"Hello everyone, I'm Mo Bailian, and I'll do my best to do a good show." How could Bai Lian not see the careful thinking of this group of people, but they were not her strategic targets, they were just her temporary work partners, as long as they lived in peace.

Nana, the one who looks at her with deep meaning is the heroine.

Bai Lian secretly thought and returned a round without a trace, she was a quiet and elegant gentle beauty, a completely different type from the owner of her body.

"Wow, it's really a big beauty," the little intern was less than open-mouthed, and was shocked by Bai Lian's skin, "The voice is also good." ”

An Xinluo frowned slightly, Wen Di showed her the interview video of that day, she admired it, but felt faintly uncomfortable, originally she was the most beautiful in the stage and had the best voice, but now she is about to hand over the two thrones at once, how to be willing, purse her lips, and bow her head pretending not to care, no one can see through her thoughts at the moment.

Everyone has to admit that the new nostalgic anchor is very good, the words are clear and mellow, and the big and small stories coming out of her mouth are as if they are immersive, following her rhythm with joys and sorrows.

"It's not that good, I can too." An Xinluo muttered in private, she has always been gentle and generous, how can this kind of petty family say it aggressively, even in front of Wen Di, she will cover up three points, only in front of "him", she can be unscrupulous, because it is "he" who deliberately connived at her.

"Hey," ran to the balcony to call "him", and no surprise, no more than three calls were answered.

"Xiaoluo, what's wrong?" Gentle to the extreme male voice, mellow as fine wine, better than any male anchor in their station, he has a good voice, he was fascinated by a large number of girls when he was in school, and later after work, in order to show majesty, he deliberately practiced voice change, others thought that the boy's voice changed when he was older, and she was the only one who knew this little secret.

"Brother Yu," she shouted, the villain in her heart was fighting deeply, she shouldn't have been in contact with Brother Yu, Wen Di would be angry when he knew, he was a big vinegar jar.

"What's wrong, Xiaoluo, Brother Yu is here, don't be afraid." The voice became more and more gentle, this voice was exclusive to her in the world, An Xinluo felt warm, "Brother Yu, I didn't become a missed anchor." ”

There was a brief pause in the other party's voice, "Brother Yu, are you angry?" ”

"No, it's Brother Yu who is not good, he has been too busy recently to pay attention to this matter." The male voice comforted her, "Leave it to Brother Yu to solve it." ”

"No, no, Brother Yu, I'm not here to sue, but I'm a little uncomfortable and want to talk to you." Or is it the gentle and kind little girl in his mind, the man couldn't help but chuckle, "Brother Yu is not an unreasonable person, he will help you supervise, after all, our Xiaoluo has paid a lot for this show, right?" ”

An Xinluo's dissatisfaction was completely soothed, she was angry that she couldn't sit in the position of nostalgic anchor, but she was even more angry that others thought she was jealous, and she was actually more worried about the mess of the show she had worked so hard to plan.

This point, even Wen Di was wrong.

"Hi," when she went downstairs to meet Bai Lian, An Xinluo also took the initiative to greet Bai Lian.

"Wen Dong, what's the matter with nostalgia?" After the man hung up the phone, the smile on the corner of his mouth gradually condensed, and he dialed the number in the station directly, and no longer spoke softly to An Xinluo.

"Wentai, every time you encounter her, you lose your old sanity." Wen Dong took off his glasses, rubbed them and put them back on, his computer scrolled with an exclusive picture, nostalgic for being a radio program, and the picture would not be broadcast, he saw the real situation in the studio.

"You really should have listened." Wen Dong's voice was no longer business-like cold, with a hint of tenderness, and Wen Yu, who had always been sensitive, naturally heard it.

He hung up the phone decisively.

No matter how important the business entertainment is, it is impossible for him to miss An Xinluo's show, but some time ago, he really encountered a crisis that cannot be reversed by manpower, so he will miss it.

Wen Yu, the former director, has officially stepped down.

"Audience friends, welcome everyone to listen on time every night, I am your new friend and old friend Bai Lian, some people say that time does not go back, you should live in the present, not meaninglessly nostalgic... But I want to say that nostalgia is not sadness, but we cherish the clouds, roads, moments, or people who pass by... Okay, let's listen to what Stupid Bunny has to say to us, my first love..."

Wen Yu unconsciously listened to the whole show, and with the live broadcast saying goodnight and turning off the switch with him, the room was ticking, and only his faint heartbeat and the noisy sound of the bell were quiet.

An Xinluo's voice is what he has never heard before, delicate and soft, and it gives people comfort all the time, but what about this woman, she fits this theme too much, it seems that as long as her voice frequency is slightly lowered, she does not need the slightest assistance, and it will naturally come with a strong nostalgic atmosphere.

Bai Lian, Bai Lian.

Wen Yu stood in front of the window and looked into the distance, the lights of thousands of homes in front of him were just out of reach, and his deep and dark eyes suddenly crossed a trace of pain, as fast as lightning.

"Bai Lian, I'll send you home by the way." Wen Dong walked to the nostalgic studio with his suit jacket and knocked on the door.

Although there were only a few people on the radio station at night, it did not prevent everyone from rushing to tell each other the news.

"Okay," Bai Lian ignored this group of gossip readers, and simply cleaned them up.

"Would you like a late-night snack?" Encountering a red light, Wen Dong turned his head and asked her.

"No need," she leaned back in her chair, looking tired and pale.

"If you need to take a break, just say that I can take a leave of absence at any time." He stretched out his hand and patted Bai Lian's forehead naturally, with doting.

"Senior, you're really not a qualified vampire," everyone loved to call the head teacher and various bosses vampires when they were students, because they specialized in oppression.

"Are you cheap and good," jumping back to the green light, Wen Dong looked straight ahead, stepped on the accelerator to start, and asked casually, "Are you free tomorrow, it's not bad for Guangda to have a show." ”

"No, I don't have that leisure right now." Bai Lian waved her claws in a daze, avoiding his ambiguity, not to mention, she really wanted to step up the strategy task character.