I just want to start a career when I travel to the brainless

She hadn't heard Lin Qingqian's voice for a long time.

Lin Qingqian took a few deep breaths and was about to say something, but her eyes gradually dimmed, and she didn't say what she was about to say.

She gently pulled Song Qingyue into her arms, buried her head on the child's thin but solid shoulders, and muttered to herself: "Did you know? That day, when you knocked on the door and told me that Mu Huacheng was dead, I I suddenly woke up from my turmoil. What happened before was like a dream, I remember it very clearly, but I always feel that I did not do it myself."

Song Qingyue gently stroked the woman's head, and pulled her into his arms again.

"My world was divided by that day. I... don't really want to admit that the Lin Qingqian before was also me."

Song Qingyue hugged Lin Qingqian a little more distressed, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry about that problem, I will think about it again."

However, Lin Qingqian's expression was not as sad as her words.

She opened her mouth softly, but did not make a sound: "Sorry."

Hugging is really a strange thing, we are so close but we can't see each other's faces.

Lin Qingqian hated hugging a little.

She took advantage of the child's pity and guilt, and lied -- about the things that mattered most.

It's just that she used to want to tell the truth, and the words that she swallowed back were her impulse, her impulse to share all her secrets with the children, and also the biggest secret.

But a certain vigilance that she was born with made her control this impulse.

She lowered her head, hugged the child even tighter, and said silently: "In the future, when I have a chance, I will tell you everything."

Under the quiet night sky, the two embraced tightly without any desire or desire.

A burst of hurried footsteps cut through the quiet and peaceful night.

"Miss Yue, how is Mr. Xiao Lin?" Before anyone arrived, the voice came first, and Zhu Gong hurriedly broke into the door, "Do you have a fever?"

"Ah...sorry." Zhu Gong quickly lowered his head, slammed on the brakes and ran out quickly, "Please continue."

The two heard each other's teeth grinding at the same time, looked at each other, and laughed.

Lin Qingqian let go of the child, "Did you call me?"

"Well," Song Qingyue clasped his hand twice without a trace, feeling the temperature remaining in his palm, "At that time, your forehead was very hot, and you couldn't wake up no matter how you called, and I don't know the number of your private doctor. I can only call Sister Zhugong over."

"That's it," Lin Qingqian suddenly realized with an extremely long arc of hindsight, "By the way, why are you in my room?"

"Uh, this..." The child was at a loss for words for a moment, and changed the subject abruptly in a hurry, "Sister Zhugong is still waiting outside, how about we go out and tell her that you are fine?"

Lin Qingqian finally recovered her IQ, and narrowed her eyes: "Is it a bad idea from Zhugong?"

She got up and threw off the quilt and got out of bed, straightened her wrinkled nightgown, and opened the door.

Zhu Gong stood obediently at the door with his head down.

Lin Qingqian looked at her—Zhu Gong was obviously woken up from the bed in a daze, and ran over with a pair of slippers on his feet. He was wearing a cute yellow SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas, his hair was messy, and his face was swollen. There are red marks pressed out by unknown objects, and it seems that this person didn't look in the mirror when he went out.

She was a little funny, and a warm current surged in her heart.

He raised his hand and looked at his watch, it was four o'clock in the morning.

She took a few deep breaths, watching Zhu Gong's head slowly get lower.

"Forget it, we'll talk about it tomorrow." She angrily helped Zhugong tidy up his messy head, "Thank you, go to the guest room downstairs and sleep."

Zhu Gong raised his head slowly and in surprise, "President Xiao Lin, there is only one guest room that has been sorted out downstairs." It was the room where Song Qingyue lived.

"Well, you can make do there for the night first."

"Then Miss Yue..." Zhu Gong quickly shut up, she lost her mind after being woken up in the middle of the night, she had a few smiles on her face, "Are you sure you're all right?"

"It's okay, go to sleep." Lin Qingqian waved her hand, walked back to the bedroom, and saw the waiting child.

She closed the door behind her back, thought for a while, and locked it solemnly.

"Where do I sleep?" Even though he already knew the answer, the child couldn't help asking.

Saying it from Lin Qingqian's mouth is different from the concept of sneaking up on the bed.

"You sleep with me." Lin Qingqian said helplessly, "Don't you just want to hear this?" She went to bed and squeezed the child with slit eyes aside, "Hurry up and sleep, do you have class tomorrow morning?" ?”

"Yes, one or two advanced math classes."

"Eight o'clock?"

"Ah."

"You can still sleep for a while, let Uncle Song take you there tomorrow."

In the darkness, Lin Qingqian felt a child slowly move to her side, she opened her eyes and looked aside, "What's wrong?"

Song Qingyue looked pitiful, "You touched Sister Zhugong's head just now."

Lin Qingqian was speechless, "I just never saw her in such a mess, I just tidy her up."

Are you jealous?

The child wasn't jealous, but just wanted to be petted.She reached down and clasped Lin Qingqian's wrist, looking at her pitifully.

"Okay." Lin Qingqian stretched out her hand, patted the child's head perfunctorily, and then tapped twice, "I'm going to settle accounts with you and Zhugong tomorrow, go to bed!"

The child grinned to the back of his ears, turned around and took out his mobile phone to send messages in the dormitory group.

[Tomorrow, please help me to ask for a leave of absence. Please take a seat in the back row for the advanced math class, and you may be late. 】

Added a "love you" expression pack at the bottom.

Although waking up from [-] to [-] a.m. every night still barely belongs to the "normal work and rest time" of college students, but when there are classes in the first and second periods of the next day, there are much fewer people who are awake at [-] a.m. in the morning.

So naturally no one replied.

Song Qingyue turned around, looked at Lin Qingqian who had closed her eyes, and hooked her wrist hesitantly—she didn't dare to hug her.

Then fell asleep contentedly.

The corners of Lin Qingqian's mouth slowly rose, and he clasped the child's hand with his backhand.

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"Here, here!" High mathematics is a big class, a large lecture hall with hundreds of people, and when the school just started, everyone still sat in front of each other, and there were only a few people in the back row.

Leng Lan and Mao Banxue, who were originally professional households in the first row, sat by the back door and waved to Song Qingyue who came in through the back door.

The child lowered his body and got into the seat, "Did you bring the book for me?"

Mao Banxue handed over an advanced mathematics book, and Song Qingyue took it, turned to the page the teacher was talking about, looked up, and saw two pairs of curious and gossiping eyes.

She shivered, "What's wrong?"

With a malicious smile on her face, Leng Lan lowered her voice and said, "What's the matter with sending us a message at four o'clock in the morning? Why did you get up late? This is not the normal routine of a boss who wakes up at 6 o'clock every day. "

Song Qingyue calmly changed the subject, "Have you asked for leave for me?"

Mao Banxue and Leng Lan looked at each other, confirming a certain guess, Mao Banxue replied in a low voice: "I hired you for you, saying that you are not feeling well."

Leng Lan has a carefree temper, and asked directly when she thought of something, without seeing the warning in Mao Banxue's eyes: "So the news at four o'clock in the morning last night was an afterthought?"

Seeing that Song Qingyue's ears were turning red, the two of them seemed a little annoyed, "What!"

The shout became louder, and the students in the first few rows turned their heads to look back.

The teacher who taught advanced mathematics was a middle-aged male teacher who was bald but still in good shape. He was known for being strict on weekdays. He frowned and squinted his eyes for the last look.

Three girls?It seems a little familiar.

He issued a yellow card warning in his mind, and continued to lecture regardless of who was behind him.

Song Qingyue also realized that his voice was too loud, and hurriedly lowered his body to stare at Leng Lan, grinding his teeth: "One day I will tear your blah blah mouth into pieces."

Leng Lan also knew that she had caused trouble, so she said honestly, "I'm sorry."

The child's face was still red, and he explained in a low voice: "What happened afterwards, it's just that something happened yesterday, and I woke up at 4 o'clock."

"That's why it's so late... Uh!" Mao Banxue covered her mouth precisely and skillfully, and smiled at Song Qingyue, "Don't take it to heart, you also know that she has such a temperament."

"It's okay, I'm used to the military training." Song Qingyue replied casually, rolling his eyes, beckoning the two of them to come closer, looking at Leng Lan, who usually said that he was going to tease his younger brother when he was free, "Ming people don't say dark words , Which of you have ever been in love?"

Leng Lan lowered her head in shame.

Song Qingyue was a little surprised: "I thought you talked about it. You usually talk about the truth. After a long time, you are a king of mouth?"

"I'm familiar with the theory!" Leng Lan wanted to pretend to be justified, but she finally calmed down and said embarrassingly.

Song Qingyue turned to look at Mao Banxue.

Her face was also a little red, "I haven't talked about it, but I was chased by someone, so what?"

The child shook his head regretfully, "It's useless to me."

The two realized it later, and exclaimed: "Is it Mr. Xiao Lin you are chasing?"

Snapped!

The teacher ruthlessly put down the eraser in his hand and pointed at the three of them: "The three girls in the last row stood up."

Leng Lan and Mao Banxue exchanged glances and complained to each other.

Your voice is too loud.

Obviously the one with the loudest voice is you, okay?

The teacher squinted his eyes and flipped through the roster, "Register your name and student number, and record your usual grades once."

Song Qingyue was honest and honest: "Song Qingyue from the financial class."

"Leng Lan (Mao Banxue) from the first financial class."

The pen in the teacher's hand froze.

The person I admire the most is Descartes, the person I admire the most is Grothendieck, and the person I admire the most is Terence Tao. He usually doesn’t follow stars or pay attention to the entertainment industry, but after being in school for so long, he still has some status. It is indispensable for someone to help him do some "mining" work.

On the roster in front of him, there was a five-pointed star behind Song Qingyue's name.

He pretended to click the pen in his hand, raised his head with a frown, "You three, come to my office after class, sit down and listen carefully."

The three sat down, looked at each other, and tacitly took out their phones.

[I chased her, but I haven't caught her yet, so don't you want your advice? 】

The two immediately sent countless exclamation marks underneath.

[Remember to keep this matter secret, I am still thinking about a question, and we can only be together if the answer is correct. 】

Mao Banxue and Leng Lan exchanged a puzzled look.

This is the president's view on love?

it's wired.

Leng Lan typed, [What's the problem? 】

Song Qingyue was about to say something, but quickly stopped the car.

That question has something to do with the existing legal sisterhood between the two. If you want to tell the truth, you have to talk about Lin Qingqian's psychological barrier after she finished acting in the movie "The Lower Riba Man", which is a bit troublesome.

Although they have a good relationship with the two, and it can even be said that they hit it off at first sight, but it is better not to talk about these private matters.

She changed her mind, 【This question can't be said, it's a question between us, I just want to ask what should I do if I want to chase someone? 】

Mao Banxue recalled [The boy who chased me and almost got it didn't do anything, he just ran around in front of me every day, chatted with me, bought snacks and milk tea, borrowed me to copy notes, gave me lectures and so on? 】

If the three of them here, Song Qingyue and Mao Banxue are all considered to have 0.5 love experience, and a group of theory masters who are talkative but actually love each other have 0 experience.At this time, she was curious and asked.

[Then why aren't you together, parents won't let you? 】

[That's not true, it's because my grades are better than his.His notes were poor and he couldn't explain the questions clearly. 】

【Definitely. ] Song Qingyue typed silently.

【So I have to do it myself. 】She let out a long sigh, tried to sit up straight, thought about Lin Qingqian's question, and fell into a deep confusion.

After class, the three found the high mathematics teacher's office and knocked on the door.

The teacher raised his head and said in surprise, "It's the three of you." The last row was far away from the podium, and he couldn't see clearly, but he had a good impression of these three people. He sat in the front row, listened to the class very seriously, and had a good relationship with the teacher. interactive.

He had already asked other teachers about who Song Qingyue was, he was just a traffic star, and his academic career was not in line with the entertainment industry, so he still had to deal with it.

But these three were good students before, so we still have to ask carefully what's going on.

He took off his glasses, "What's the situation today? I'm sitting in the last row and still talking. I'm surprised I can't see you in the first row today."

Song Qingyue bowed his head and admitted his mistake: "I'm sorry, teacher. It's my personal matter. They help me. If you want to deduct your usual grades, you can deduct mine."

The teacher frowned and thought for a while, "How about this, I will give you a set of papers, which are what we have taught in class. If you can score more than 90 points, I will not hold you accountable this time, and your usual grades will be ignored." gone."

Leng Lan wanted to help fight for it, "Teacher, can I look up the book?"

The teacher sneered, and touched his smooth head, "Don't talk about looking up books, you can also look up the Internet, and I will lose if I get the answer." He puffed up his chest quite proudly, "Even if you ask other people, you don't know. Question, as long as this set of questions is done and the score is higher than 90, I will let you go."

The eyes of the three of them went dark.

It's over, it must be that kind of perverted question.

The teacher hummed and laughed, "Why, are you afraid? Then the points will be directly deducted."

Song Qingyue liked this aggressive method the most, and said hastily, "Show us the paper."

With a big wave of his hand, the teacher pulled out a piece of A4 paper from the side, "Don't worry, I'll show you."

In the end, the three of them went out with five sheets of paper, each with only one major question.

Leng Lan did not give up and said: "Song Song, please give us a copy of the question, and we will help to look at it."

The three sat at the table with frowning faces.

Every question looks very familiar, it is all formulas and example questions that the teacher has taught in class, but why can't I do it at all when it comes to my hands?

Leng Lan stretched her waist, with a pencil in her mouth, and said vaguely, "Old man Zhang is trying to kill us. I asked the seniors who took the postgraduate entrance examination, and he said that he was not sure about these questions. He also said It's kind of weird."

"What else did he say?" Song Qingyue lay on her stomach sleepily, drowsy looking at Ti - she didn't sleep well last night.

"He also asked who made the question. When he knew it was old man Zhang, he said no wonder. He was so envious of us."

Mao Banxue said weakly, "Why do you envy us?"

"He said that old man Zhang would only give questions to students he admired. Some of the students who were given questions by him in the past few years have gone to Wall Street to make trouble, and the rest have started their own businesses and established a company. I heard that they are now pulling B round of investment, and some go back directly to inherit hundreds of millions of property, such as your Mr. Xiaolin."

Song Qing sat up suddenly, "You said that Lin Qingqian was also given a question?"

Leng Lan scratched her head, "That's what the senior said."

Song Qingyue laughed suddenly - she was worried that she had no reason to go to Lin Qingqian's company.

What a great thing for pie in the sky.

Old man Zhang didn't stipulate when to hand it in. He said that it should be handed in before the final exam. Lin Qingqian hasn't touched these questions for so long, so she definitely won't do them either.

Then... can't I run over often?

When she was in a good mood, her energy and appetite improved as well. She stretched her waist, "Anyway, there is no class in the afternoon, so why not go out for dinner? I'll treat you!"

Leng Lan looked at Song Qingyue who was instantly cheerful, and suddenly couldn't control her mouth: "Song Song, you said you were chasing Mr. Xiao Lin, why was she coaxing you last night?"

Song Qingyue subconsciously recalled Lin Qingqian whispering close to her ear last night, and her ears felt numb, as if a woman's warm breath was burning her pores.

Mao Banxue looked at Song Qingyue who had turned into fried shrimp, and silently closed her bed curtain.

If the sky does evil, it is still forgiven; if you do evil yourself, you cannot live.

She had already "saved" Leng Lan several times, but this time she was too lazy to do it.

It's time to improve someone's memory.

"Ahh! Sister Song! Sister! I was wrong, uh, uh, murder, Mao Mao, save me!"

Song Qingyue silently pressed the pillow a little tighter.Leng Lan's pillow is a bamboo pillow, which is hard and firm, so there is no danger of suffocation-children have a sense of proportion in this regard.

It was poor Leng Lan, half of her face was crushed.

Seeing someone use his exaggerated acting skills to directly perform a "kick to death" in front of the future grand slam actress, Song Qingyue couldn't help laughing out loud, and when he smiled, his strength loosened.

Leng Lan broke free and looked at Song Qingyue pitifully: "Sister, I just asked questions about what it's like to be in love, I promise I didn't want to inquire about you and Mr. Xiaolin."

Song Qingyue rolled his eyes, "I know, otherwise I would cover it with a quilt."

Mao Banxue rejoined the group chat, opened the bed curtain, and looked at Leng Lan speechlessly: "If you want to fall in love, you can do it yourself. I always ask what other people's sweet love looks like."

Leng Lan rushed forward, "Mao Mao, you didn't save me just now!" She threw herself on Mao Banxue's bed, turned over, and blinked at Mao Banxue.

It looks like a cat that rolls its belly to lick you.

Mao Banxue leaned aside in disgust, "I've said it all, I can't live without doing my own crimes." She turned a page of the book and made her opinion earnestly, "It's not that no one is chasing you, why do you always Why can't we talk about love?"

Leng Lan turned over again and leaned closer to Mao Banxue: "I'm not cowardly." Song Qingyue expressed his incomprehension: "I said that I want to get out of the order, once someone chases me, I will run farther than anyone else? "

Leng Lan sighed: "Who told my mother to meet a scumbag and give birth to me? I have been afraid of being unkind since I was a child."

"Then you get to know each other well and get to know each other before we get together?" Mao Banxue suggested.

"But once you get to know each other well, you will become friends. There is always a feeling of eating grass by the side of your nest when you are with friends." Leng Lan said that she couldn't get over this hurdle in her heart.

Mao Banxue and Song Qingyue looked at each other, and said in unison, "You can stay alone."

Leng Lan kicked jiojio in dissatisfaction, and said mournfully, "Maomao, do you think Song Song and Xiaolin will always be together in the future, do we have to eat dog food every day?"

"Well, is there any way?" Mao Banxue glanced at her, "What else can I do except get out of the order yourself."

Leng Lan suddenly thought of something, jumped on it and yelled, "Maomao! Anyway, I know everything about you, why don't we digest it internally!"

Song Qingyue watched Leng Lan being kicked out, with Mao Banxue's angry voice: "Get lost!"

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"President Xiao Lin, this is prepared according to your request, the detailed information of Miss Yue's roommate." Zhu Gong handed Lin Qingqian two documents.

Lin Qingqian put the documents aside first, and looked at Zhugong with a hypocritical smile: "Let's settle yesterday's account first?"

There was also a hypocritical smile on Zhu Gong's face, but at this moment he couldn't hold it anymore, and said with a bitter face, "President Xiao Lin, I have been working for nothing for half a year, and I didn't mean to spoil your good deeds last night."

Lin Qingqian's ears turned red, and she scolded with a smile, "Is that what I was talking about?" She pointed at Zhugong, "Did you come up with some bad idea for Qingyue again? Otherwise, why did she come to my bed in the middle of the night?"

Holding the spirit of "I've already been deducted half a year's wages anyway, maybe it's still possible for me to work for nothing for a whole year, at worst, a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water", and said boldly: "Mr. Xiao Lin, you should reflect on your not closing the door casually Get used to the question."

Lin Qing smiled slightly, "I'll remember this, thank you for reminding me." She leaned back heavily on the chair, "Actually, what I'm curious about is what you said to Qingyue." Feeling a bit lonely, "The child didn't give me any news on New Year's Eve, why did she suddenly come to me after you said a few words?"

Zhu Gong looked at Lin Qingqian like a subway grandfather looking at his mobile phone, "Why didn't you send a message first."

Lin Qing was at a loss for words.

Ah this.

Zhu Gong raised his hand, "Boss Xiao Lin, I'm asking for a salary increase." "We'll discuss this later," Lin Qingqian waved his hand, "So what did you talk to the child about?"

Zhu Gong sighed: "I just told Miss Yue the truth about your situation. As for what Miss Yue chooses to do, it is her own decision."

Lin Qingqian pondered for a while, then suddenly leaned forward, "Did you just ask for a salary increase?"

Zhu Gong was taken aback for a moment, she said it with the attitude of hugging a pole first if she has dates or not, but she didn't expect that it seemed really possible?

"What do you want to say?" Zhu Gong raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Have you ever been in love?" Lin Qingqian looked at her while resting her chin.

Zhu Gong opened his mouth and didn't say anything for a long time. After a long time, he choked out a sentence: "President Xiao Lin, you can't attack personally."

Lin Qingqian pursed her lips, "I didn't mean that, I just thought," she looked tentatively at Zhu Gong, "Some of your suggestions are not bad."

"Ah, that's what you mean." Zhu Gong let go of his hanging heart, and said solemnly, "Don't worry, a bystander will know, if you have any opinions, I will tell you."

"However, does the salary... go through the financial process?" Lin Qingqian looked at her right-hand assistant rubbing her fingers in astonishment, with a silly smile on her face.

"I'll send it to you directly, tax-free." Lin Qing gave her a pale look, "Satisfied?"

"I'm satisfied, I'm satisfied." Zhu Gong quickly thanked, "This is the information, please remember to read it."

After Zhu Gong went out, Lin Qingqian looked up at her back suspiciously, thought for a while, and took out her mobile phone to send Lin Zhiyin a message.

【Mom, is Zhugong short of money? 】

Lin Zhiyin always had to wait a long time for a reply, so she put down her phone and looked at the document that Zhu Gong handed over to her.

Looking at these, the first thing is to carefully review these two friends of Qingyue, so as not to cause some unfortunate endings if the child makes friends carelessly.

Second, it can be regarded as Mr. Kobayashi's selfishness.It was the vigilance she felt when she saw Leng Lan and Mao Banxue last night.

Both children have just graduated from high school and haven't learned how to dress well, especially after military training, their faces are more or less dark, but even so, it can be seen that they are two delicate girls.

If you get along day and night, if you have some feelings that you shouldn't have in the future, won't you be at a big loss?

Lin Qingqian knew that this kind of thinking was wrong, and she should trust the child's feelings for her, but she couldn't help it.

Open the first page.

Leng Lan, a single-parent family, grew up with her mother, probably because she has to be strong since she was a child, and she has always dressed in a neutral style, as if she would not be bullied if she pretended to be a boy.He looks cool, but he is actually a gossip-loving and warm-hearted kid.

She was soon relieved - the child was straight at first glance.

It was another one with a less strong sense of existence, which made her very entangled.

The data showed Mao Banxue's harmless smile.

"Huh? And a younger brother?"

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"Why did you come to Shanghai?" Mao Banxue almost shouted at the hot pot restaurant full of people, "All right, all right, I'll pick you up at the airport, right?"

She said apologetically to the two, "My younger brother came to Shanghai for some reason, I'll go pick him up."

Song Qingyue remained calm, "Anyway, the airport is close to here, so let's bring them here and eat together."

Mao Banxue smiled: "Thank you then."

Leng Lan's eyes suddenly lit up, "Maomao, is our brother handsome?"

"He's handsome, he's gay, don't think about it." She rolled her eyes at Leng Lan.

……

Song Qingyue looked in shock at Mao Shichu and Mao Banxue, who looked delicate and shy, bickering.

"Why did you come here without saying hello? Do parents know?"

"I came to meet with netizens." Mao Shichu smiled awkwardly at Leng Lan and Song Qingyue, and then said bluntly, "It's none of your business whether I come or not."

"Hey!" Mao Banxue, who is usually a lady, directly grabbed her younger brother's ear, "Which one is calling pitifully at the airport? Who is the one who doesn't know where to live? Hey, haven't you been on vacation yet? Okay! She skipped class!" She turned her hand 180°, "You can go home for me tomorrow."

Mao Shichu shook his head, "I won't return!"

Mao Banxue knocked him on the head a few times angrily, let go of his hand, and said to the two apologetically, "I'm kidding, this kid is naughty."

Leng Lan said enviously: "It's great to have a younger brother and sister, I want it too."

Song Qingyue had a slight smile on his face, thinking of Lin Qingqian, "Well, it's pretty good."

Mao Shichu looked at Song Qingyue curiously: "Sister, you also have a younger brother?" Then he snorted coldly at Mao Banxue, "You must not be as violent as her!"

"Little bastard, don't die."

"Ooooh, it hurts, let go!"

Song Qingyue shook his head, "No, I have a sister."

Mao Banxue taught the boy a lesson, and asked, "How much older than you?"

"Four years old."

Mao Banxue shook his head, "I can still think of how you guys were flying around when you were young."

"What do you mean?" Song Qingyue was taken aback, "We had a good relationship when we were young."

"Hey, that's probably because you're my younger sister. You don't know how skinny this kid is!" She sighed, "I'll have a good relationship with him."

The two nodded, "It looks good."

"You don't know, this kid hated cats and dogs when he was a child. Even if I liked him, sometimes I couldn't understand this kid and had a lot of quarrels."

Mao Shichu expressed dissatisfaction: "That's because you keep tearing up my script!"

"Who told you to watch it in class."

Another round of quarrels.

Song Qingyue was like a lightning strike, and quickly fell into thinking.

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The time for hot pot always passed quickly, and with the children making a fuss, it was already two o'clock in the afternoon after several people had finished eating.

"Where are you going? Are you going back to the dormitory? I'll call a taxi." Song Qingyue took out his phone.

Mao Banxue shook her head, "I'll take my brother to the hotel, he's underage, so I need to check in."

Song Qingyue looked at Leng Lan with a smile, "Then you can take a taxi yourself."

"Gah? Aren't you going back?" Leng Lan was puzzled.

Song Qingyue coughed twice, "Look at the building opposite, isn't it beautiful?"

Several people heard the words and looked at them, and nodded.

Xiao Song proudly puffed out his chest, "Forest."

Leng Lan burst into tears: "I'm already exhausted, why are you still feeding me dog food?"

Song Qingyue changed the subject, "But I'm not going now."

She explained with a smile, "She's still at work, I'll wait until after four o'clock. I'll sit in the coffee shop downstairs for a while, you go back first."

Leng Lan nodded, then took out a few A4 papers from her schoolbag and handed them to Song Qingyue, winking, "Don't forget the props!"

After paying the bill, Song Qingyue sat in the coffee shop downstairs.

She hasn't been on the trending searches for more than half a year after "The Lone Wolf" was finished, and the other film she filmed didn't have the "provoking" physique of "The Lone Wolf", and it was in a ravine, so there was even less news.

So at this time, she was only wearing a hat and a mask, so she wasn't afraid of being recognized.

The conversation between Mao Banxue and her younger brother just now, and the past that was inadvertently revealed, made her catch something vaguely.

She opened a memo that she hadn't opened for a long time.

It was a memory that she deliberately forgot before, and she found it again at this time.

At this time, she is the complete her.

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It has been several months since Linlin Entertainment moved to the Shanghai stock market, and everything is gradually on the right track.On this day, the little girl at the front desk was sitting at the door fishing boredly.

Until she saw a man sneaking in with the brim of his hat pulled down and wearing a mask, she pulled herself together and vigilantly reached out to the button for notifying the security guard.

Sure enough, the man looked around for a while and came over.

"Who are you looking for?" The girl at the front desk was still very professional and asked with a smile.

The man's voice was muffled: "I'm looking for Assistant Zhu."

"Do you have an appointment?"

Through the mask, I could see the man's embarrassment, "I sent her a WeChat message, but she didn't reply, nor did she get through the phone call."

The little girl at the front desk snorted coldly in her heart: there is a lot of nonsense, who would believe you, and there is Assistant Zhu's WeChat.

"Sorry, we can't let you in without an appointment."

The man looked left and right vigilantly, so the little girl stretched out the hand that rang the bell a little closer.

She took off her mask and said in a low voice, "I'm Song Qingyue, can you call Assistant Zhu for me?"

"Hush!" Song Qingyue stopped the little girl at the front desk who was about to exclaim, "I don't want others to know."

The little girl's eyes sparkled, "Assistant Zhu may be in a meeting, I'll try calling the internal line of the office."

The call got through quickly.

"Assistant Bamboo, Miss Song is looking for you."

Zhu Gong had just finished the meeting, so he didn't react, "Which Miss Song?"

The girl at the front desk coughed lightly, glanced at Song Qingyue, turned her head and said in a low voice, "Miss Song Qingyue."

"Why is Miss Yue here?" Zhu Gong was a little surprised, "I'll come down to pick it up right away."

Song Qingyue mouthed: Don't tell Lin Qingqian.

The little girl nodded and said in a low voice, "Assistant Zhu, Song...Miss Yue doesn't want to tell Boss Xiaolin."

Zhu Gong slightly raised his eyebrows: Miss Yue is getting better soon, it looks like she will get her salary soon.

"okay, got it."

Zhu Gong quickly took the elevator to the first floor and picked up Song Qingyue. "Miss Yue, why are you here?"

Song Qing laughed more, "I have something to do with Lin Qingqian."

The little girl watched the two leave, and then screamed frantically in the company group.

【Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

The group exploded immediately.

【Who! 】

[Song Qingyue, I don't know this, you're new here. 】

[Fuck, where did she go? 】

[Of course I came to find Mr. Kobayashi, I should have gone directly to the top floor.Let me tell you, Assistant Zhu calls the proprietress 'Miss Yue'!I hit it! 】

[Oh my god, they are already together!I seem to understand why the forest suddenly moved to the Shanghai stock market. Is Kobayashi always so clingy! 】

The leader of the group and half of the company's top management suddenly appeared.

[Ahem, knocking cp should be moderate, there is a purpose for the forest to move to the Shanghai stock market. 】

[No matter what, I hit it! 】【Does anyone have any documents to send up, I can run errands! 】

[I have a report here. 】

【sister!Give it to me, I treat you to dinner. 】

[Hahaha don't even think about it, I've already gone up. 】

Subordinates always love to gossip about their bosses, especially when the immediate boss is young and beautiful and has a "fixed gossip target", more people gossip.

It turns out that the largest [Hua Qian Yue Xia] cp fan gathering place in Shanghai is in Forest Entertainment.

Zhu Gong led Song Qingyue into the elevator dedicated to the upper floors, and said softly, "President Xiao Lin, other senior executives, and the secretary's office are on the ground floor. I'll take you up."

She pressed a few keys and signaled Song Qingyue to put her hands on the screen, "Go to the top floor to enter your fingerprints, I have already entered them for you, and you can come up by yourself whenever you want in the future."

Song Qing laughed more, "No appointment required?"

Zhu Gong rarely had an emotional smile on his face, "How could you possibly need an appointment?"

The two walked out of the elevator, Zhu Gong looked at Song Qingyue, "President Xiao Lin is still working, should you go in now or wait a while."

Song Qingyue thought about it, "wait a while," she smiled wryly at Zhugong, "I have to do some psychological construction."

Zhu Gong nodded, "Okay."

She pushed open the door of the secretary's office and clapped her hands, "Everyone!"

Song Qingyue saw five or six people looking back at her in unison, and couldn't help but take a half step back.

Zhu Gong introduced to her, "This is the confidential secretary; this is the life secretary; that one is the administrative secretary; the meeting secretary is still sorting out the meeting report just now, and the seat by the window is hers; this is the petition secretary ;she