The next day, Wen Haoran, who appeared at MBC, let the entire staff of the "My Knot" production team see it, and they couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Wen Haoran, who is full of vitality when he arrives at the company every day, has two panda eyes today, and his whole eyes look very misty.

After falling asleep at 4 o'clock in the morning and being woken up by the alarm clock at 7 o'clock, Wen Haoran suddenly felt that it was better not to sleep for three hours.

When I walked to my desk, I just sat down, and the whole person lay on the desk, yawning, and my eyelids were as heavy as lead.

From Wen Haoran coming in, Yi Shuren got up and helped him make coffee.

"Was you a thief last night?"

"Well, the flower thief, but I don't know the address of Nuna, so the flowers are not picked, but tired and messy."

Although he was mentally exhausted, in his mouth, Wen Haoran did not let go.

"Huh."

put the coffee in front of Wen Haoran, and turned around and sat down on his own work.

Wen Haoran was still lying on the desk blowing hot coffee, and Jin PD came from outside, just seeing Wen Haoran like this, showing a smile that all "men" understand.

But Wen Haoran doesn't understand, after all, he hasn't really become a man yet, this man refers to physiologically.

"Haoranna, if you are tired, go back and rest more, although you are young, but don't resist hard, take it easy." Casually put a document on the desk of the writer, and Jin PD said with concern.

Writer Yi rolled his eyes.

"Kim PDxi is fine."

"Then you can rest a little." Jin PD patted Wen Haoran on the shoulder and left in a hurry.

It's just that Wen Haoran heard Yi Writer say with a little reproach, "I don't study well at a young age." ”

"Yi writer, you can eat indiscriminately, you can't talk nonsense in painting, I don't study well, I go to work seriously, I get off work seriously, I have a 100% enthusiasm for work, and there are very few young (sao) years like me who pursue all-round development, okay?"

"Huh."

Wen Haoran shook his head, for Writer Yi, a working woman with obvious attributes, it was really a bit unsustainable.

Because she has a good grasp of the topic terminator - hehe.

However, Wen Haoran, who had just taken a sip of coffee, seemed to think of something, "Yi writer, is it Hong Zongxuanxi visiting the music center of MBC in the afternoon?" ”

Writer Yi didn't answer, just opened a folder and flipped through it.

"Yes."

"Thank you, Nuna, Nuna really cares about me more and more."

"Huh."

In the morning, at the request of Jin PD, Wen Haoran could be said to have taken a good rest, but he did not forget to send a text message to krystal before the break.

"Miss, I'm an office worker, don't drink in the middle of the night......"

It's just that there has been no response for a long time.

At noon, when Yi Writer came back from eating, he helped Wen Haoran bring one by the way, and when he came to the office, he gently woke up Wen Haoran, who was still asleep.

It's just that Wen Haoran shook his body like a coquette, and whispered in his mouth, "En~"

"Poof" Seeing Wen Haoran like this, Yi Writer didn't have his usual cold appearance, and smiled at Bai Meisheng.

Wen Haoran raised his head in a daze, saw Yi Writer's smile, and rubbed his eyes, "Really? I seem to see Wuli Nu smiling. ”

"Eat yours." Yi Yiyi helped Wen Haoran open the meal and sat back in his place.

"Well...... It tastes so good. ”

"Wow, isn't MBC a different chef, why do you feel so delicious today?"

"It's so fragrant......"

Wen Haoran's appearance of pretending to make a fuss made Yi Shuren turn his head to look at him angrily, "Eat well, don't be noisy." ”

Wen Haoran put on an innocent look and spread his hands, "But I really can't help the admiration in my heart, it's so delicious, if I don't feel that I don't let out the admiration in my heart, I feel uncomfortable." ”

Yi shook his head, "You're poor." ”

I was about to turn around and ignore Wen Haoran, but I heard Wen Haoran suddenly say, "Nuna, should you thank me?" ”

"Why?"

"Look at it, since I came to MBC, your expressions seem to have become more and more, you used to look cold, but now you are helpless, and you roll your eyes, your expressions are varied."

"Huh."

"Nuna, it's time to get off work, I think things at work should be a combination of work and rest, it's not right for you to be intoxicated at work all the time, for example, we can talk, right?"

"That's a good point. Let's talk about it. ”

Yi Writer turned around and looked at Wen Haoran seriously, "The new CP has been contacted as you expected?" ”

Wen Haoran looked at Yi Writer with a ridiculous expression, "Nuna, am I still eating?" Lifting things at work can affect your appetite. ”

"Be serious, after all, it's your first CP in charge, if something happens......"

Wen Haoran put down his chopsticks and pursed his lips helplessly, but still replied, "Don't worry, Nuna, everything is already under my control, there will definitely be no problems, you will know when the time comes." ”

"Know what?"

"This is a secret for the time being, so I can't tell you yet, but this time the new CP may be a little different."

"Huh?" The writer still looked quite puzzled.

"Hiccup~" I don't know if I ate too fast, or if I ate too much and hiccuped.

But it ended the topic for the time being.

Yi Writer got up and helped Wen Haoran put away the disposable plastic plates, and then took the bag and threw it into the trash bin outside.

Looking at the swaying figure of Yi Writer when he left, Wen Haoran's unconscious gaze subconsciously appeared in the most attractive place.

"Good birth?"

If writer Yi saw the eyes behind Wen Haoran, he would probably throw the garbage bag directly on Wen Haoran's brain.

However, in addition to his slightly cold face, Yi Writer should be a good woman in the hall and the "kitchen" inside.

"What do you think?"

"I miss you."

Wen Haoran, who was distracted, blurted out directly subconsciously, but Yi Writer already had an immune system for Wen Haoran's way of speaking.

stretched out his slender white and tender right hand, and knocked his fingers on Wen Haoran's head.

She didn't care about Wen Haoran's identity, she just felt that she was really just a serious and interesting brother.

Wen Haoran shrugged his shoulders and leaned back in his chair.

The production team, which had just finished lunch, seemed a little quiet, except for the sound of Yi writers constantly tapping on the keyboard