When he guessed that Qin Ye was Ye Qingqing, Tang Xiaoduo did his homework and looked up a lot of information about Qin Ye and Dark Night Studio on the Internet.

In the video that has been reposted with a high number of comments so far, Qin Ye's sentence "As long as you are in the Dark Night Studio for a day, I will never let you be uncovered, you have the right to say no" is sonorous and powerful.

Tang Xiaoduo, who had already decided to come to Qin Ye, strengthened his determination again at that moment.

It is said that people gather in groups and things in kind, Tang Xiaoduo thought, Ye Qingqing is so good, and Qin Ye is so righteous as a boss, so the people in the Dark Night Studio should not be bad.

As it turns out, it's not just bad?

Simply great, okay?

What kind of fairy studio is this?

Facing those enthusiastic little sisters who were beautiful and enthusiastic little sisters who were racing one by one, facing the two-bedroom apartment specially granted to her by Qin Ye with a wave of his hand, and the full itinerary that could immediately enter the working state, Tang Xiaoduo issued a soul triple question.

Why?

Why didn't she come to Yun'an City earlier and come to the Night Studio to find Brother Ye?

Why???

"Duo, this ...... Is it really a dormitory assigned to you by your company? ”

Looking at the apartment with bright windows and large balconies with floor-to-ceiling windows, Tang Xiaoduo's mother couldn't believe it.

Although she was born in the countryside, she is not deaf or blind.

Her flower-like daughter, should she be given a ...... Package-raised, right?

Just looking at her mother's hesitant gaze to know what she was thinking, Tang Xiaoduo shook her head with a smile, and took out the work contract signed with Dark Night Studio from her bag.

In the contract, the treatment and benefits are clearly written.

"That's good, that's good......"

Mother Tang smiled gently and lovingly.

After settling down and returning to the dark night studio, Tang Xiaoduo rushed to Qin Ye's office, wanting to invite her to the apartment to eat her mother's cooking.

The office was empty.

The assistant smiled kindly, "The boss has gone to the airport, and the signing party of Modu's solo album is about to start." ”

knew that Qin Ye was excellent, but she didn't expect that she was already so good.

Tang Xiaoduo's beautiful and somewhat excessive face couldn't help but wrinkle.

Comparisons are odious!

Someone who is prettier than you, more talented than you, is more diligent than you, especially if that person is still your boss!

Oh my God, what a ...... I can't take it anymore!

Ahhhh

The small universe in his body burned, and Tang Xiaoduo turned around and rushed to the studio.

At the Demon Capital Airport, as soon as Qin Ye got off the plane, he was shocked by the overwhelming battle in front of him.

Posters, light boxes, whiteboards, and huge photos of people as tall as they are.

Obviously there is no leakage of the itinerary, but the coconuts on the third floor and the outer three floors are in order, and the pick-up gate seems to have become a small fan meeting site.

"Brother Night, Brother Night, I love you! Brother Night......"

"Brother Night flies slowly, and the coconut will always be with you!"

"The night is with my heart, my heart is forever moving!"

……

The enthusiastic confession was deafening, but as soon as Qin Ye appeared, the answering mouth was instantly silent.

The reporters, who had long been squeezed into the corner, looked at each other.

I thought there would be a big stampede, but now it seems that they are worrying about it.

Qin Ye itself is order, okay?

I'm afraid this is the power of idols, right?

"Qin Ye, do you have any estimates for the signing of your first solo album? Do you think you can surpass the new little king Shen Yiming? ”

"Qin Ye, do you have any plans for the future?"

Unable to rush to the front, the reporters raised their microphones and raised the microphones to ask questions loudly.

There was a feeling of numbness in the scalp, and as soon as the reporters raised their eyes, they were facing the cold eyes of Shang Qin Ye.

In front of them, the coconuts turned their heads in unison, and the pleading in their eyes was even brighter.

It's as if they are all saying: Where did the pheasants come from here?

Journalists: ......