Obviously it was the manager of the dessert shop who made the first move

With a light pat on the shoulder, Ji Mingyou's thin lips were pursed into a white line, suppressing the longing in his heart, and hung up the phone.

Tang Yun also understood, and handed over the drawings: "Everything is in accordance with your requirements, and you can point it out if you don't like it."

Ji Mingyou frowned, nodded after checking, and urged: "You must keep up with the speed. I don't want to be discovered by Lin Weiwei before I'm ready."

"Don't worry, it will be cleaned up that day."

After putting down his phone, Lin Weiwei frowned. What exactly is Ji Mingyou doing in hiding?
Before she could think deeply, Lin Xiaofei poked her head out: "Cousin, what the hell is going on, we should go back!"

"Here we go, I found the cake provided by Ji Mingyou, let's celebrate tonight."

The days passed quickly, and the appointed time came in a blink of an eye.

The children wore clean and tidy uniforms, blinked their wet eyes, and looked around curiously.

One question after another: "Coach Lin, what do we do after we say hello?"

"So nervous, I want to pee!"

"Is it appropriate for me to stand here? Will it miss my face?"

It was only then that Lin Weiwei discovered the problem. This time he was working with children. Facing such a situation, panic is inevitable.

She squatted down, gathered the children around her, clenched her fists, and puffed up: "Don't be afraid, just behave like you are in a gym, you all did a good job."

Her voice soothed the heart like spring water in the mountains, and all the noise faded away.

"How about we cheer ourselves up?" She stretched out her hand, and was relieved to see the children gradually calming down.

Zhang Baobao set an example, put his little hand on it, and pouted his mouth: "Baobao won't be nervous, Mommy has to watch, I have to behave well."

Upon hearing it, little hands were put on it: "Listen to Coach Lin!"

In the preparation area, a man glanced lightly, and raised the corners of his mouth when he saw that the situation had stabilized.

After stabilizing the emotions of the little radishheads, Lin Weiwei breathed a sigh of relief, and communicated with the director about the process.

She pinched her waist, still not quite used to the tight rhythm.

Looking around, the equipment is well-equipped and exquisite, and the venue layout is excellent, but it is a conscientious show.

"I hired professional staff to arrange it. Such norms can make people understand Taekwondo better." She smiled happily. It would be great if I could have such conditions when I was a child. I am really envious!
The director smiled mysteriously, and said in a very kind voice: "It's the investors above who are particularly concerned about this aspect, and personally collected materials and arranged them."

"Really? That's great. I must see you if I have the chance." Lin Weiwei's eyes lit up, and his already excited heart was raised again.

"Of course it will."

After everything was ready, the show started shooting.

The children walked into the venue in an orderly manner, and they couldn't find the camera in a daze.

Lin Weiwei quickly got into the topic and led the preparatory activities first.

On the camera, she is beautiful and energetic, and her eyes, bright as stars, are attractive and seem to be able to dispel the gloom. This is one of her characteristics.

"Okay, so that everyone can remember you better, how about a talent show first?" She was all smiles, and the Taoist uniform on her body was too suitable, obviously she didn't come to measure the size.

This time, she didn't have any pressure at all and completed the steps like a duck to water.

Taekwondo is definitely not for performance, and she wants to break this narrow concept.

The children nodded in a childlike voice, and stepped forward to show it pretending to be old-fashioned.

The director nodded in satisfaction. The show was interesting, and with Lin Weiwei's popularity before, the ratings would definitely not be low.

Despite doubts in his heart, Lin Weiwei still proceeded to the end in an orderly manner according to the procedure: "Next, invite the investors of the program to discuss with the children their views on Taekwondo."

She couldn't help looking down, curious about investors with the same concept, water drops seemed to be dripping on her heart, and she couldn't help getting nervous.

"It's not really an opinion, I just want to know if you like it or not." A magnetic and familiar voice came from beside her, and she looked in astonishment, covering her mouth to cover up the turmoil in her heart.

It was Ji Mingyou!He showed up as an investor!

Was the strange behavior for many days in preparation for this show?

She also wondered if Ji Mingyou had someone else and blamed him by mistake.

The suit on Ji Mingyou's body showed broad shoulders and narrow waist, his handsome face was as three-dimensional as a knife, and he was born with an innate nobility, which attracted attention as soon as he entered the venue.

The camera shot was full immediately, and even Lin Weiwei couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.

Although Ji Mingyou is still very photogenic, there are almost no shots of her and the children, and they have completely become the background board!

She was momentarily speechless in the face of such a surprise.

"I can't hide it yet, you trust me more than you imagined." Ji Mingyou's eyes were deep, and the touching tenderness inadvertently flashed across it, like a hot spring hidden in a high place, clean and heart-warming.

Lin Weiwei's ears were stained with crimson, he raised his head and hurriedly averted his gaze, his heart was beating like a deer, and he seemed to be unable to bear it: "But the investor in the contract seems to be named Tang, could it be..."

"That's right, I didn't expect you to be jealous of Tang Yun." Ji Mingyou raised the corners of his mouth with a smile, remembering how she looked when she questioned him angrily, so he couldn't help laughing.

He could see that Lin Weiwei was serious about making a show, but "Sweetheart Happy" was snatched away.

The situation in the company changed very quickly, so he secretly asked Tang Yun to fund and contact the TV station to design this program specially for Lin Weiwei and the children.

"It turns out that you met Tang Yun secretly, and you felt that you were plotting something before." Lin Weiwei was both happy and surprised, and gave a symbolic thump a few times, no wonder everything here is so familiar.

Ji Mingyou must have put a lot of effort into knowing the size of the Taoist uniform on her body.

At this time, the children all looked over and shouted in unison: "Is it the elder brother from last time, is it Coach Lin's boyfriend?"

"It's my uncle." Zhang Baobao walked over with a look on his face, and explained with a snort when he saw that the two ignored him.

"Coach Lin, who am I?" Ji Mingyou narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked her chin with his slender fingers.

The staff on the set blushed. This is not the same as the prescribed process, but what should I do if I don't want to stop?
Lin Weiwei turned his head shyly, saw a pair of clear eyes, his face seemed to be burning, and stammered in a low voice: "It's your boyfriend, the children are here, don't mess around!"

She pushed Ji Mingyou with both hands, and the majesty she had established was gone!
Ji Mingyou chuckled, seeing that her small face was like a ripe apple, he raised his lips and smiled, leaning over to interact with the children.

Perhaps because of the added layer of identity, the little radishheads accepted it quickly, and took out a candy from their pockets: "Brother, if you answer one of our questions, I will give it to you."

"I don't have this bad habit. I'll tell you everything I ask." Ji Mingyou sat on a chair with his legs superimposed, lazily propped up on the table, turned his head and glanced, and was surrounded by children.