Fake it on a dating show

"This is our last attempt, Mr. Zhao, please come and see our determination when you have time."

Zhao Minglang felt unhappy when he received such a text message.

The source of the text message was the person in charge of a certain program group under her company.

The blind date reality show, which followed the craze, received mediocre response for two consecutive seasons. It was repeatedly named at several regular meetings of the company, and its status was in jeopardy.

Because this was the first project that Zhao Minglang worked on after taking over the company, others did not dare to say it out because of her face, so the person in charge felt confident and acted both soft and hard, dragging it until the second season.

However, the continuous decline in ratings over the past few days finally made the person in charge feel flustered, and repeatedly begged Mr. Zhao, who was busy all day long, to meet and discuss in detail.

Zhao Minglang hung up on him a few times, seeing that he was still persistent, he finally cast a few eyes apart from his annoyance.

It just so happened that a big business was disturbed by pig teammates' subordinates, and his parents bombarded him with phone calls and text messages urging him to marry him.

It happened to be the time when the guests of the new episode entered the program group for the first time.

Zhao Minglang encountered a small accident on the way to the program group.

At a certain intersection close to the destination, Zhao Minglang stopped to wait for the red light, and suddenly an electric car rushed out from the intersection on the right, brushing her body and passing the zebra crossing.

At this moment, the green light ahead turned on, but Zhao Minglang had no choice but to step on the brakes firmly.

The one affected by the electric car was a little girl on the side of the road. She was standing on the side of the road waiting for the next wave of green lights, but was brought down by the reckless speeding electric car. She staggered a few steps and fell down uncontrollably.

With a "bang", the little girl slammed her head on Zhao Minglang's car door.

It can also be regarded as an innocent disaster.

Zhao Minglang's heart skipped a beat. All the unhappiness and resentment that had arisen from trivial matters at work faded away in an instant, and were filled with accidents and worries.

The little girl lay on her car door and didn't move for a long while. If she hadn't witnessed the whole thrilling process with her own eyes, Zhao Minglang almost thought she had come out to touch porcelain specially.

Zhao Minglang didn't dare to push the car door, so he lowered the car window, poked his head out, and asked as gently as possible: "Are you okay?"

Only then did the little girl move, and groped left and right to get out of the car door. It took a while to realize where the sound was coming from, and looked up into the car window.

"Sorry, I seem to have knocked off my glasses, can you wait and drive again."

Zhao Minglang noticed that her eyes were empty, and she subconsciously squinted her eyes when she looked at people, so she didn't suspect him, knocked on the steering wheel, and pressed the parking warning button.

"Go a little to the side, and I'll help you find it."

The little girl nodded obediently, took a step back, bumped into the guardrail behind her, and was dazed for a moment before remembering that she could move to the side.

She looks silly, and she is not afraid that others will lie to her.

Zhao Minglang couldn't help laughing, the last bit of suspicion about the liar dissipated in her heart, when she got out of the car, she stepped on the open space as carefully as possible, then leaned over and glanced at the bottom of the car.

The glasses fell under the wheel and hid in the shadows. Fortunately, Zhao Minglang had sharp eyes, and if the little girl were to find it by herself, she wouldn't know how long she would have to search for it.

"Be careful next time." Zhao Minglang handed over the glasses, and his gaze stayed on the little girl's forehead for a moment, "Is it really all right? If you feel uncomfortable, I can send you to the hospital for a checkup."

The forehead hidden behind the messy bangs was flushed, and against the pale skin, it looked a bit shocking. It was hard not to let people vent their anger on the rude electric car driver before.

Sending the victim to the hospital for treatment was considered a valid reason, and Zhao Minglang forgot about that horrible show crew for the time being.

"No, thank you, nothing serious."

The little girl put on her glasses, her gaze was focused, her eyes became more agile, and she looked up at Zhao Minglang as if she had finally come to life, feeling a little embarrassed, but not shy.

"I don't have the money to get a test right now, and I have to go to work later."

A little girl's head wouldn't do anything bad to the car door, and if it did, it wouldn't be her fault.

Even so, she still looked at it several times to make sure that there was no leak in the car door because of herself, and then said goodbye to Zhao Minglang.

Zhao Minglang looked at her movements and found it interesting, until she turned to leave, and called her to stop again.

"What's your name?"

The person in front heard the whistling sound of passing vehicles, and couldn't hear Zhao Minglang's words clearly, so he turned his head and said "hmm" in confusion.

Zhao Minglang walked around to the front of the car, pointed to the scraped paint on the side of the front cover, and casually found a reason.

"Both of us are considered victims. If we can find that person to claim compensation, you should also have a share-leave a contact information."

"My name is Lin Xingyue." The little girl scratched her shoulder-length hair, a little embarrassed, but she didn't refuse the pen and paper that Zhao Minglang pushed over, "If you have any questions, you can contact me, although I don't think it may be possible. If you find that person, even if you find it, you won't be able to pay much, just keep it for yourself."

Zhao Minglang looked down at her at this moment.

Looking young, she is a little shorter than myself, and when she lowers her head, she can see her hair twirling. Her figure is thin and thin, and the clothes don't fit well. The half of the collarbone under the collar is a bit protruding, but the unexpected shape is very beautiful. .

From the appearance alone, Lin Xingyue's economic conditions are definitely not very good. The center of the wide and large white T is printed with the inferior "Iloveu" red pattern, and the corners have lost some color, and the denim trousers have been washed. Gotta turn pale.

Not to mention the pair of dark green plastic flip-flops on her feet.

——Who needs to dress in such a cheap and mix-and-match style for work?

The conditions are not good, but not greedy for compensation, the heart is too kind.

Zhao Minglang couldn't continue to explore, and Lin Xingyue, who was rushing to work, left his name and phone number and hurriedly said goodbye and turned around.

When passing by, Zhao Minglang sniffled.

A faint milk aroma.

After returning to the driver's seat and fastening his seat belt, Zhao Minglang sneezed uncontrollably, turned his head and saw the phone number page he was holding in his hand, and patted himself on the forehead as if waking up from a dream.

She glanced at the numbers, then closed the pad and threw it aside.

Although he seemed to be quite an interesting guy - he was also very cute, Zhao Minglang unconsciously added another description.

But it was just a whim of his own, and there may not be any chance to meet again in the future.

I don't know why my brain twitched and I remembered to tease a strange little girl.

Maybe I really should find someone to relieve my loneliness and boredom.

Zhao Minglang thought casually.

She never expected that just 10 minutes later, she would meet Lin Xingyue again.

After entering the floor where the program group was located, Zhao Minglang habitually turned cold in the face of the flattering staff.

The staff originally wanted to take Zhao Minglang to the person in charge, but he had just boasted about the hard work and busyness of the person in charge, so Zhao Minglang raised his hand to stop him, saying that he wanted to see for himself.

The nearest few rooms are dressing rooms, and most of the makeup artists are familiar Internet celebrities, and the rest are deserted faces, who are new guests who have just joined in this issue.

Not all of them came here for blind dates, and many of them were "professional actors"—the program team specially invited them here to gather the number of people and appearance.

Zhao Minglang is well aware of these unspoken rules, and also lacks interest.

Instructing the staff to call her again when the show was about to start, Zhao Minglang opened an empty room and prepared to pass the time alone.

After locking the door behind her back, she realized that she was not alone in the room.

The people sitting in the corner turned their heads when they heard the voice, stopped their movements, squinted their eyes and tried to see who was coming, and when Zhao Minglang approached, she couldn't help being startled.

"You were the one just now..."

"Lin Xingyue?"

Zhao Minglang was also surprised, she did not expect to meet Lin Xingyue again here.

And Lin Xingyue didn't look like someone who got lost here by mistake.

The hair was tied into a small bun with a hair tie, the bangs were pulled up, the glasses were taken off and placed in the glasses case on the table, revealing beautiful and clean eyebrows and a small tear mole under the corner of the eye.

She is wearing contact lenses, but she is obviously not proficient. She just put on one side, and the other half is still at the fingertips, but both eyes are already teary, and the corners of the eyes are red, as if she was bullied and crying, and she is inexplicably pitiful.

Zhao Minglang thought of the little milk dog that the family had raised.

Being teased by the bad adults so that you can't turn over, but you won't get angry, you just whimper aggrievedly, and then look at you with innocent, wet eyes.

It makes people feel soft-hearted all of a sudden.

"It's your job to come to this show?" Zhao Minglang responded.

"Are you too?" Lin Xingyue asked curiously.

"En." Zhao Minglang was noncommittal, her gaze still resting on Lin Xingyue's eyes.

Although she looked pitiful and cute, she still couldn't stand someone who abused her eyes in front of her.

So she subconsciously moved closer.

"Let me help you." Zhao Minglang cleaned his fingers and palm, took what was left from Lin Xingyue's fingertips, and raised her chin with his empty hand.

Lin Xingyue regarded her as a good person when she was on the road, and she had no doubts at this time, so she obediently followed her force and raised her head, letting this stranger move in front of her eyes, even He didn't even dare to blink his eyes hard.

Zhao Minglang was familiar with the rest of the work.

"Blink." Zhao Minglang ordered in a low voice.

Lin Xingyue blinked, and her vision gradually became clearer. This made her happy, and she pursed her lips into a small dimple.

"Thank you."

Zhao Minglang also blinked, not realizing that she was in a daze for a short time, she moved her hand but did not retreat, but supported the back of the chair, still maintaining the posture of looking at Lin Xingyue.

Lin Xingyue subconsciously held her breath.

Then I heard Zhao Minglang's slightly confused murmur: "It smells so good..."

A milky scent.

It smells surprisingly fresh and soft.

Lin Xingyue was stunned for a moment, a little puzzled, and raised her head to meet Zhao Minglang's suspicious gaze.

"Are you an adult?" Zhao Minglang asked her.