President Gao Leng's little wife

She is drinking coffee.

Excited by the sound, a mouthful of scalding hot water flowed down his throat.

Xia Yuluo covered her mouth and turned her head.

A sunny and handsome boy stood at the door.

It's been a long time since I saw her, and her temperament has become quieter.

Without the pomp and glamour of youth, the handsome eyebrows are bright, although young, the brilliance is self-contained.

"Screenwriter! Long time no see!"

The boy walked into Xia Yuluo's office on his own, and showed a big smile to Xia Yuluo.

The silver-gray hair that has been bleached and dyed hangs down on the forehead, and the corners of the mouth complete a great arc.

"Why are you free to come to my place today, Yan Zihao?"

Xia Yuluo was slightly surprised.

She put down the coffee in her hand, got up and went to meet Yan Zihao.

"My TV series just finished, so I came to tell you the good news."

In front of Xia Yuluo, Yan Zihao always had a childlike smile.

"Really? People in your drama circle are very optimistic about it."

"Then I really want to congratulate you."

Xia Yuluo poured him a glass of water.

Yan Zihao took advantage of this moment to look at her carefully.

She seemed to have lost some weight again, her chin became a little pointed, and she was no longer that puffy baby fat.

At this time, Xia Yuluo happened to turn around and hand over the water glass.

Yan Zihao withdrew his gaze and expression just right, and thanked politely:

"Thank you"

He took a sip of water, then smiled and asked:

"Then the screenwriter didn't say anything?"

Blinking his eyes, his eyes sparkled.

"This is-"

Xia Yuluo fell into deep thought:
"Well—you want—"

Just as she opened her mouth to ask Yan Zihao what she wanted, a sharp voice suddenly came from the other side:
"Scriptwriter Xia!"

The door was slammed open from the outside, and then, a group of people rushed in.

"Scriptwriter Xia!"

Xia Yuluo stood up all of a sudden, and the expression on her face stopped immediately.

His indifferent eyes fell on the face of the panicked assistant behind him.

The latter apologized again and again:
"I'm sorry, screenwriter Xia! I really can't stop it!"

It's a pity that his voice was buried by the sea of ​​people.

"Screenwriter Xia! I've heard of your name for a long time!"

The group of people rushed in and started introducing themselves chatteringly.

Since people rushed in, Xia Yuluo didn't ruthlessly drive them away.

He waved his hand and asked the assistant to bring over the tea.

"Scriptwriter Xia, you are so talented, you are really suitable to be a screenwriter!"

As soon as Xia Yuluo was seated, they started to praise her before Xia Yuluo began to be courteous.

Yan Zihao was stunned while listening.

He was also a little surprised that so many executives rushed in at once, and such a spectacular scene.

"Thanks to your company for your care on weekdays."

Xia Yuluo's smile was faint, and her tone was soothing, and she spoke in a slow voice, and she couldn't tell anything.

It's just that the gentle charm in her bones makes people feel very comfortable.

Yan Zihao just stared at Xia Yuluo.

Listening to her dealing with the group of bosses in that unhurried tone, I was fascinated for a while.

"Scriptwriter Xia! You really have a vision! I, Pei, have to admire it!"

"Let's just talk about winning people! You just win one popular!"

There was a boss who saw that everyone had finished their compliments and had nothing to say.

Glancing at Yan Zihao next to him, he immediately found another point of flattery.

He looked at Yan Zihao:
"The script you gave this newcomer is very suitable."

"I think he's going to be on fire again this time!"