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It was only the second day that the kiss scene was still not filmed.

Song Qingyue sat on the ponytail on the set, listening to Li Zimu muttering: "Lin Qingqian is a real person, he left without even saying hello."

The person received a call last night to catch the plane overnight, and before he could say anything, it was Zhu Gong who called to explain.

If Lin Qingqian hadn't been the patron's father, and he owed her a lot of favors, he would have lost his temper a long time ago.

Fortunately, the actors are all good actors.Li Zimu pondered: It wouldn't be too much of a problem to bring up the later scenes temporarily.

Li Zimu poked at Song Qingyue who was dazed aside: "Qingyue, do you know why your sister suddenly went back to S City?"

Song Qingyue shook his head.

She suspected that Lin Qingqian was avoiding her again like last time, this time it was to avoid the kiss scene.

But last time she also explained to herself what she was doing.

Is something wrong?

Li Zimu chatted with Song Qingyue while taking a break: "No, your sister is not someone who will keep things from you, I asked that boy Luo Yong, and he didn't know anything about it, it's useless Son."

Chu Tiankuo came over with sly eyebrows, he rubbed his hands: "Director Li."

Li Zimu felt a little bad, "What are you doing?"

Chu Tiankuo scratched his head embarrassingly: "Director Li, I... hey," he stomped his feet, and said bluntly, "I didn't have a show today, my girlfriend was going to visit the class, but Mr. Lin Suddenly ran away, my scene was brought up, and my girlfriend was still waiting outside the set, this..." He said incoherently.

Song Qingyue sweated for him, almost all of Chu Tiankuo's scenes were arranged today.

Li Zimu let out a dull breath, and suddenly picked up the loudspeaker: "Everyone stop." Everyone stopped their work and looked at Li Zimu.He yelled angrily: "The investor has run away! Let's take a day off first! Wait for the news!" After that, he went to the other side to make a call.

Everyone cheered: It's good to have a day off.

Song Qingyue asked Chu Tiankuo curiously: "Brother Chu, when did you have a girlfriend? There is no news at all." Logically, they are all insiders, and they should have heard of it to some extent, but this She has never heard of the gossip, "Is it from the circle?"

Chu Tiankuo smiled: "Yes. I have been chasing you for a long time, but we only got together a month or two ago." A smile appeared on his face.

Song Qingyue silently swallowed this mouthful of sweet dog food.

It's okay to gossip, you single dog.

But I couldn't help my curiosity, "Are you also an actor?"

A strange expression appeared on Chu Tiankuo's face: "Should...forget it." He struggled for a while, and finally nodded in pain, "Forget it."

Song Qingyue saw that Chu Tiankuo was always touching his watch, and probably understood that he was in a hurry, so he stopped asking further questions: "Brother Chu, hurry up, it's almost 10 o'clock, that one should have waited for a while gone."

Chu Tiankuo smiled at her, greeted the manager far away, and ran away quickly.

Ugh.

Song Qingyue held his chin and watched the staff taking back the machine that had just been pulled out.

Lin Qingqian is not here, so boring.

Li Zimu came back, cursing: "Lin Qingqian still didn't answer the phone, and Zhu Gong looked like she wouldn't say anything even if she was killed." He lit a cigarette irritably, "I don't know when I can come back, wait for her to come back It must be beaten hard."

Song Qingyue's eyes slowly lit up: "You mean Zhugong knows where Lin Qingqian has gone?"

"How could she not know about the materials and luggage she helped organize?" Li Zimu said angrily.

A mysterious smile appeared on the corner of the child's mouth: "Then I think I can know where Lin Qingqian has gone."

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Zhu Gong was sorting out the documents that Lin Qingqian needed in her small room—although the matter was more urgent this time, it could be resolved soon, so Lin Qingqian didn't take her with her.

The phone suddenly lit up, and she looked at it.

Miss Yue's phone call.

A trace of coolness that inexplicably appeared in her heart after posting Weibo last night, she pressed her restless heart, took a deep breath, and connected the phone.

Song Qingyue's cheerful voice came: "Sister Zhugong, I will come to you later."

Zhu Gong lied without blinking: "Miss Yue, I'm dealing with things outside."

"I'm at the door of your room."

Bamboo Gong: "..."

Song Qingyue added: "The door of the room is not closed tightly." The voice was loud.

Zhu Gong reluctantly opened the door, and saw Song Qingyue who was smiling slyly.

She wailed in her heart: Where did that honest kid sitting on the sofa go!Give it back to me quickly!

"Miss Yue, what's the matter?" Zhu Gong used to follow Mr. Lin, and now he follows Mr. Xiao Lin. He has traveled all over the world for many years, and his face is thick enough to not see the embarrassment of being exposed for lying just now.

Song Qingyue squeezed into the room: "Sister Zhugong, where is my sister?"

Bamboo Gong played Tai Chi: "Go back to S City."

Song Qingyue asked: "Going back so suddenly, what are you doing?"

Watch the nose and the heart with the eyes of the bamboo cup: "Busy."

Song Qingyue sighed exaggeratedly: "Sister Zhugong~" She took out her phone with a painful expression on her face, clicked on Weibo, and continued to mutter, "Look, I think this blogger made the avatar This cat looks like yours."

It was a big, stocky orange. Only the tip of its tail was white, and it was white in the shape of a heart. It often appeared in Zhugong's circle of friends and was very recognizable.

Zhu Gong groaned in his heart: Miss Yue, who the hell led you into trouble.

It's only been a few months, and that obedient child is so skinny.

If Lin Qingqian were here, she would definitely refute: Children have always been so naughty.

Zhu Gong didn't seem to be flustered at all: "Miss Yue, I wrote this to let Mr. Xiao Lin know." She even felt relieved and began to sort out the unfinished work in hand.

In fact, when Lin Zhiyin saw the content of this Weibo, he would definitely be slower than Lin Qingqian who was always following Song Qingyue's public opinion on the Internet.The content of this Weibo said that the report to Lin Zhiyin was just a joke. If you really want to take it seriously, you don't take the head of the Lin family too seriously, and there is no rule.

Therefore, it is essentially a reminder to Lin Qingqian:

Mr. Lin, look here, look here, I'm going to report to Mr. Lin, you should prepare in advance, I tried my best to delay the time, please come on.

Song Qingyue sighed helplessly: "Okay, then I'll call Aunt Lin."

Zhu Gong said casually, "President Xiao Lin, you can inform...You mean Boss Lin?!" She raised her head in amazement, and looked at Song Qingyue who had already switched her phone to the dial button.

Song Qingyue was all smiles, but in Zhu Gong's eyes, he looked like a demon: "Sister Zhu Gong, you said that Aunt Lin found out that her favorite student knocked on the CP of her two daughters, what would she do?"

Zhu Gong surrendered: "What do you want to know?"

Song Qingyue asked: "What is Lin Qingqian doing back in S City?"

Zhu Gong let out a long sigh: "Mr. Xiao Lin specifically explained that if you ask me, you must not say it."

Song Qingyue felt something keenly: "So it has something to do with me?"

Zhu Gong didn't answer, but answered Song Qingyue's last question: "There is Mr. Mu on the board of directors—that is, your father's people. They have questioned the cause of Mr. Mu's death from the very beginning, because Mr. Mu has never He has a history of heart disease, so he has to fight against Mr. Lin on the board of directors."

"Boss Lin had already suppressed them almost. Yesterday, Boss Lin's old illness relapsed and he issued a critical illness notice. Although he was rescued, he is still recuperating in the hospital. This matter is still kept secret and there is no media. I know. But coincidentally, today is a regular board meeting," Zhu Gong looked at Song Qingyue's dignified expression, and continued, "Mr. Xiaolin received the news last night that Mr. Mu's people are going to take advantage of Mr. The board of directors made an attack, using Lin Qingqian's fake public aid to use Lin's money to support the second miss of the Lin family—that is, your name of impeachment, two hundred million is really not a small amount, so Mr. Xiaolin went back overnight to stabilize the situation."

Song Qingyue pursed her lips: No wonder Lin Qingqian didn't tell herself.

She suddenly felt that she was useless, and Lin Qingqian was only four years older than herself, and she was about to talk and laugh freely in the face of bloody storms at the board meeting thousands of miles away.

It was the first time she was so eager to go to school: her major was also finance, and Lin Qingqian was still an alumnus.Lin Qingqian also delivered a speech at the graduation ceremony as an outstanding graduate this year.

If this continues, the gap will become wider and wider.

She shook her head vigorously, which did not shake her, but strengthened her determination.She changed her mind and asked Zhu Gong: "Sister Zhu Gong, if you want to chase someone, what kind of surprise should you prepare?"

Zhu Gong was taken aback: This topic has changed too quickly.

She frowned, this really exceeded her professional scope, out of caution, she chose the most classic and old-fashioned means: "It's nothing more than sending flowers and gifts."

Send a Gift?Song Qingyue tilted his head and thought, what does Lin Qingqian lack?It may be due to Lin's influence, lack of power and money.How can I give these things to myself, and what I can give, Lin Qingqian doesn't need at all.

Could it be that he washed himself for nothing and gave it to Lin Qingqian?Forget it, it should be rejected.

Song Qingyue finally understood how much thought Lin Qingqian had put into the small dough cake that Lin Qingqian gave him a few months ago.

It's better to send flowers. It's safer. In order to highlight the shock, how about sending more?

Zhugong looked at Song Qingyue who was bowing his head in thought, and suddenly understood something: "Miss Yue, you?"

Song Qingyue grinned at her.

Zhu Gong felt that the crisis was resolved, and he began to gossip: "So, you and President Xiao Lin?"

Song Qingyue said bluntly: "I'm chasing her."

Zhu Gong nodded silently: As expected of you.

She opened her mouth cautiously: "However, just like your assumption just now, even if Boss Lin knew that I was knocking on the CP of you two, he would probably send me into permanent exile and never be reborn. Really, have you considered Mr. Lin's reaction? She has been in poor health."

Song Qingyue was silent for a while: "I haven't thought about it." Zhu Gong shook his head slightly in his heart: Miss Yue is still too young.

"However, if you worry about this, it's even more impossible." Song Qingyue lowered her head and couldn't see the expression on her face, but her voice was extremely firm, "When Aunt Lin finds out, I will take responsibility of."

Young people, after all, still have momentum.Zhu Gong thought silently.

"By the way," Song Qingyue looked up vigilantly, "Do you know what I'm going to do?"

Zhu Gong nodded: "I probably guessed a bit."

Song Qingyue leaned in front of her: "You have to keep it a secret, you can't tell Lin Qingqian."

Zhu Gong raised his eyebrows: "Miss Yue, due to the special and complicated relationship between you and Mr. Xiao Lin - not only refers to the kinship relationship but also refers to the emotional relationship. At the same time, I noticed that I served Mr. Xiao Lin and obeyed Mr. Xiao Lin's orders to serve You, so I have to obey Mr. Kobayashi's instructions and obey your arrangements, and when the two conflict, I will judge which one is more obedient to the overall will of the two of you..."

Song Qingyue interrupted: "Can you speak human language?"

Zhu Gong replied: "My level of secrecy with President Xiao Lin is the same as yours, Miss Yue."

Song Qingyue smiled: "That means you will keep it secret."

Zhu Gong bit his lips: "Ah, to describe it more precisely, it should be: I will keep it a secret, if Xiao Lin never asks."

Song Qingyue gave her a little push: "Please, I'll keep it a secret for a day." She tilted her head and thought for a while, took out her mobile phone, opened Alipay, and transferred the money to Zhugong, then she patted Zhugong's shoulder, happily Said: "Now you have charged my hush money, we are on the same front!"

Zhu Gong felt that the phone in his hand was hot.

Really - hot potato.

Song Qingyue still felt unsafe, so he brought Zhu Gong to the computer again: "To be honest, although your fan-humanities are very realistic, some details are still not in place, and the atmosphere of some plots is not enough. It should be written like this..." Then she patted her chest, "I will be your art consultant in the future, if you have any details you don't know, feel free to ask me. You graduated from the Department of Classical Literature, and we will work together to write amazingly! Becoming a god is not a dream!"

As expected of you.

Zhu Gong was stunned.

This time we are really in the same boat.

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After finally finding a way to get away from Song Qingyue, Zhu Gong breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone, clicked on the address book, and dialed the number.

The address book has caller ID.

Last night, Lin Zhiyin's private number called her.

Then there was an urgent notice from Lin Zhiyin's confidants in the company.

Immediately below was the phone call she made to wake Lin Qingqian up.

The author has something to say: I am really witty, and I have met your dual needs of losing your horse and not losing your horse

The last few sentences contain a lot of information, let’s guess the plot hahahaha, you can’t guess it, if you guess it, I will... tear up the outline warning (dog head)

In addition, as for the foreshadowing I mentioned about Lin Qingqian's life experience, no one has discovered it yet. In fact, Chaoda is obviously a foreshadowing.Not necessarily direct, but key.

In the future, I want Zhu Gong to talk less. The Department of Classical Literature has a tradition of speaking long and difficult sentences.

Today is Song-belly black-providing material for my own fan-art-seal fee-Qingyue