moon like rain

Three days later, Jinchuan City, Country D

"Are you in a daze?" The master asked not far from the corridor.

"En." Fu Yufeng looked at the sky and nodded.

"Pack up your luggage and tell your parents that we are going out for a while," said the master.

"Where?"

"Secret." The master turned and left with a smile.

Just three days ago, according to insiders in the industry, after Mr. He would show up at the Wenshui exhibition hall, various media in country B had exploded, and the big media were busy grabbing the right to broadcast live.

The small media are trying to get more news outside the venue. In short, because of Mr. He's appearance, even Lin Xi's media department, who is related to Mr. He, has been busy these days.

"Where's Nuonuo? Call her to come over!" Song Yanjun said to the secretary with a sullen face.

In less than a minute, the secretary came over with a sad face holding the phone, Song Yanjun raised his eyebrows, and just as he picked up the phone, he heard Cheng Yinuo say in a tone he didn't know where he learned it from: "Oh No, the exhibition hall is about to open, I borrowed Sister Qinghan's team to help Xiao Mengqian toss around."

Before she finished speaking, Song Yan slapped the secretary's mobile phone on the table, turned her head and looked at the dozen fresh documents sent by the media department and fell into deep thought.

Then, after Song Yanxi shouted hoarsely on the phone that I was born as Huili's man and died as Huili's ghost, Song Yanjun asked the secretary to convey the news that all the secretarial department and the media department worked overtime.

Different from Song Yan's busy schedule, Cheng Yinuo felt that the few days he left his work and lived with Xiao Mengqian were days that even gods would envy.

Ever since Xiao Mengqian opened the refrigerator door that morning and found that there were no ingredients, Cheng Yinuo spent 10 minutes packing up and going out with Xiao Mengqian to go shopping with her that afternoon under Xiao Mengqian's somewhat cold gaze. up.

When he came back, there was another little accident, the big refrigerator couldn't fit all these things, Cheng Yinuo took two cans of coffee and asked meanly: "Why don't we drink more and make room?"

"Do you drink often?" Xiao Mengqian asked after stopping her hands.

"Well, it's true that there are a lot of them at the company, but the drinking here is actually slower, and it's not long since I bought these." Cheng Yinuo said as he opened the coffee in his hand.

"How long will it take to finish this cabinet?" Xiao Mengqian put the bought chicken wings into the freezer.

"Probably? One month?" Cheng Yinuo turned around and threw the empty jar into the trash can, and then said, "It's useless to drink it, but I drank three bottles when I was working overtime that night, and it's useless to drink any more after that." , just for a psychological effect."

"Confiscated." Xiao Mengqian said.

"Don't, drink it as a drink..." Cheng Yinuo looked at Xiao Mengqian's eyes and waved his hands: "You take it, you take it."

Of course, a small accident does not affect the mood of Cheng Yinuo, who is chatting enthusiastically with Yi Qinghan's styling team at this time. Xiao Mengqian, who is sitting on a chair, is bored reading a book, only thinking that they are noisy, and, that Didn't the skirt with hollow design be discussed yesterday?

Xiao Mengqian, who doesn't want to care too much, doesn't know that everything Cheng Yinuo and the others are discussing is closely related to her.

After the discussion was over, it was Cheng Yinuo's favorite part again. After sending off several stylists, he closed the door and turned his head. He saw Xiao Mengqian put on an apron, tied up her hair and was ready to cook.

As for why it is Cheng Yinuo's favorite part, it is probably because the aroma of the food and the busy figure can make this empty place that was once regarded as a hotel room deep in his heart into a home.

Cheng Yinuo simply moved a chair and sat in the corner of the kitchen.

"Come out, the smell of oily smoke is strong." Xiao Mengqian said.

"It's okay, I really like watching you cook." Cheng Yinuo said.

And after dinner came the part that Cheng Yinuo disliked the most, because at noon on the first day, Xiao Mengqian went to sleep in another room, at that time Cheng Yinuo asked: "Can't we sleep together? "

Xiao Mengqian said this: "You have to work, but I have insomnia, or the inspiration comes to me to paint in the middle of the night, it will affect you."

Cheng Yinuo, who looked resentful, did not hear Xiao Mengqian's soft sigh when he pushed open the door of the room.

The opening time of Mr. He's showroom was confirmed on August 13th, which lasted for a week. Along with this news, there was another gossip that was said to be very reliable.

"Where did you hear this news?" A certain editor-in-chief of a big media company asked while looking at the proposal that had just been handed over.

"Ahem, it's said to be an internal news from Lin Xi. The specific source of the news can no longer be found, and now it has been spread by several other media." An employee said.

How old is Mr. He this year?Even if you don't talk about age, but talk about his reputation and status in the country, is it necessary?Wouldn't Lin Xi help him run the business?

The editor-in-chief hastily flipped through the plan a few times and said, "This won't work, you should follow the original No. 13 plan."

The three employees looked at each other, yes, after all, it was gossip, before they turned around and had no time to leave the office, they heard a bang behind them, and the three employees hurriedly turned their heads, and saw the editor-in-chief running over like crazy, talking while running No no no.

After grabbing the plan, he seemed to be muttering to himself: "The gossip says that the focus will be three days later, that is, August No. 16, no, no." After speaking, he raised his head and asked again: "Are you sure? News from Lin Xi?"

This question stopped the employee: "Yes, sure."

The editor-in-chief didn't care too much: "Lin Xi won't be such an insider, it's mostly a hint from the official channels, you guys follow me upstairs to find the editor-in-chief, this matter is beyond my decision."

As soon as the group of four got out of the elevator, they saw the editor-in-chief looking at his watch anxiously at the entrance, and didn't even react when the elevator door opened.

"Editor Wang, I have a problem here." The editor-in-chief said with a plan.

"I know." After speaking, he said to the three employees: "Take my mobile phone and call these three people, and come to the meeting within 10 minutes."

10 minutes later, in the meeting room

"Mr. Ou, although we still haven't found the exact source of the news, it is basically certain that this is Lin Xi's way of distracting the media.

So I suggest that we can follow up and report on the venue of NO.13 in August, and focus all attention on NO.16 in August. This is a decision jointly made by our three ministers. "

Mr. Ou looked at some documents and screenshots in his hand and pondered for a long time. If this news is false, they will be directly out of the game in terms of the timeliness of the exhibition hall news.

"Where are the other Huili? And Chaofang, is there any movement on their side?" Mr. Ou asked.

"The news must be known. Hui Li couldn't find out about it, and Chao Fang treated it as gossip."

"August NO.13 will definitely be said to be stupid if it follows the latest lineup, but who is stupid? Then turn our attention to August NO.16, but we must be prepared to bear the consequences and put you All the news in hand is well-pressed, and there is no news about the provincial exhibition halls, and Huili and Chaofang are overwhelmed like last year." Mr. Ou pushed forward the latest August No. 16 plan: "That's it. "

On the night when Baimo Media made a major change, Mu Yunbian, who was watching the stars in the park, received a call.

"Sister, are you sure you want to come?"

"Ah."

"Then you can go to the exhibition hall on August 16th, and He Lao and Meng Qian will not be present on August 13th."

"Is Mr. He going to accept apprentices?" the voice on the phone asked.

"Ah? What about you?" Mu Yunbian was very surprised.

"It's not difficult to guess. Once in the playground, she said that it would be great if I could be called so-and-so's apprentice. At that time, she mentioned Mr. He."

"That's it. Mengqian may not have imagined that Grandpa would accept her as an apprentice in such an awkward way."

"She will be very surprised that day, and she will definitely be very happy." Ji Hefang's words suddenly choked with sobs: "First, hang up first, please remember to send me the address of the exhibition hall." Before Mu Yun could say anything, Ji Hefang said Hang up the phone.

Mu Yunbian put down the phone and sighed. After this time, their lives...wouldn't overlap again...

Mu Yunbian shook his head, took the painting tools beside him, got up and left, in the park on a summer night, amidst the scent of flowers and insects, there was Mu Yunbian singing softly, listen carefully, It's "The Gulf of Alaska".

The author says:

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