Employment Guide For Professional Fans

I didn't dare to go in directly, the cat sneaked a few glances by the window, and Song Pianran was not on the first floor, so I entered the door.

When Xiaotao, who was doing promotion, saw me, she twitched the corners of her mouth and showed a weird smile.

I was so chilled by her laugh that I got goosebumps.

"why are you laughing?"

"Boss told you to look for him."

Xiao Tao grinned sinisterly, picked up an apple at hand, and took a big bite.

I felt a chill on my neck, as if this head was no longer my own.

On the second floor, Song Pianran was exercising on the treadmill.

He was wearing a sports vest and shorts. When running, the muscles of his arms and calves were graceful and smooth. The curtains of the floor-to-ceiling windows were wide open, and the sun fell on his shoulders. The light cast light and shadow on his uniquely handsome face, shining on him Beads of sweat dripped from the side of his face glistened.

He is as handsome as a perfect sculpture.

But the soul of Song Pianran lives in the body of this sculpture, so it is destined not to be a work of art.

"Boss, boss," I said tremblingly, "I'm back."

Song Pianran turned her head to look at me, got off the treadmill, and wiped off the sweat with the towel around her neck.

He sat down on the small sofa, drank half a bottle of water, and asked, "What's wrong with your face?"

What's wrong with my face?

I touched my face, it was wet and smelled like a dog.

"Ran Shuai just licked me..."

Song Pianran almost spit out the water from his mouth, he threw the towel hanging around his neck on my face and said, "Wipe it off quickly."

I covered my head and took a deep breath. The smell of sweat was not much better than the smell of dog.

It can be seen that Song Pianran is not even as good as a dog!

Seeing that I didn't respond, he squinted and asked, "Why don't you wipe it?"

Wipe it, it's all stinky sweat, I'll wipe your whole family!

"Huh?" He raised an eyebrow.

I quickly wiped my face with a towel, and praised: "Feel the strong hormonal smell of the boss."

The giant baby Song Pianran was so flattered by the flattery, she snorted arrogantly, lifted the hem of her vest slightly, revealing her lean six-pack abs, and lay down on the sofa to rest.

I glanced at his abs, then thought of a piece of my own fat, and couldn't help feeling sad.

But after thinking about it, this abdominal muscle grows on Song Pianran's body with a vicious tongue, how pitiful it is!My fat grows on the kind and lovely Qi Yu, how lucky I am!

Song Pianran noticed that I was staring at his abs, almost drooling, smiled inexplicably, lifted his clothes up a bit, and said, "How is my abs doing? Do you like it?"

The boss asked this question, how can I, a humble migrant worker, answer, I can only nod frantically: "I like it, it's so beautiful!"

Song Pianran simply took off her shirt, revealing her entire upper body, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, very eye-catching.

I think he's showing off to me, you shameless childish bastard!

"Tell me." He crossed his legs and hooked his fingers at me.

I hurriedly switched to work and reported: "This incident has little impact. CP fans have made troubles, and with the help of marketing accounts, I have already made three sets of plans for you. The first set is... "

"Wait a minute!" He interrupted me, "Who asked you this, I'm asking how your blind date is going."

I'm a little scared, what bad idea does Song Pianran have?You actually care about my blind date?

Could it be that Song Pianran fell out of bed while sleeping last night, smashed her head, and turned into caring about the private life of employees?

"How is it?" he asked again.

I tried to answer: "It's just... pretty good."

He smiled coldly and said, "Does that woman have abdominal muscles?"

I was surprised, I didn't expect Song Pianran to like King Kong Barbie, girls with abs, unique taste!

He went on to say: "You don't have abs, you have to find someone with abs."

What kind of nonsense is this?Song Pianran spoke calmly again.

I said, "This girl is my type."

"Oh?" He suddenly became eccentric, "What type?"

"It's more simple and pure." I was afraid that I would make Uncle Song unhappy again, so I said cautiously, "I like this kind of thing. I don't really like the kind of coquettish bastards with heavy makeup."

"Then this is what you don't like?" He raised his hand and pointed to the wall behind me.

I turned my head to look, and there was a promotional photo of Song Pianran hanging on it. He was wearing heavy smoky makeup, his hair was dyed purple, and his eyes were blurred.

Isn't she just a standard coquettish slut with heavy makeup?

My head immediately turned like a high-speed calculator, and I said seriously: "Of course, the plain and pure girls are usually green tea, and the ones with heavy makeup are a bit coquettish, and they smoke, drink, and have tattoos, but they are all good girls."

Song Pianran nodded: "It's good that you know."

The ancients said that companionship with a king is like companionship with a tiger, and companionship with Song Pianran is much more terrifying than companionship with a tiger. This companion is a climacteric tigress!

"The most important thing for you now is to work hard." He suddenly took the route of being a good boss with earnest words, "First start a career and then start a family. What kind of blind date is it? Do you understand?"

It's really not convincing for him to say this with his shirt off.

But I still nodded obediently: "Yeah, the boss is right!"

"Are you still on a blind date?"

I shook my head frantically: "No, no, I'm obsessed with work!"

Satisfied, he waved his hand: "Go."