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

Luo Yong admired the pictures sent over there, and had to say that the shots were really good, and this casual shot gave off a street style.

In the first picture, Lin Qingqian is wearing a casual suit, with a strand of hair behind her ears, and walks forward with her head bowed; Song Qingyue raised her head to say something, with a bright smile like the sun.

In the next picture, Lin Qingqian tilted her head slightly, as if she was listening to what the child said, with a slight smile on her face, her eyes full of reproach and connivance; laugh.

In the next picture, Lin Qingqian opened his mouth to say something, and reached out to knock the child on the head; Song Qingyue's eyes were watery like a puppy, his lips were slightly pursed, and he stretched out his hand to grab Lin Qingqian's arm, it seemed that he would hug it in the next second dangling.

"It's really good," Lin Qingqian looked at the mobile phone held by the child, "Isn't this a paparazzi? Now who is paparazzi taking pictures of Qingyue? Which website is it?"

"Yes, it's the station of Wenwei's family. I squatted at Wenwei today and took pictures of you." Speaking of Wenwei, Luo Yong became angry. I went to the forest, Wen Wei is a seedling that the directors say is not bad, Lin Qingqian, do you think you are a good guy?"

Lin Qingqian sneered, "I don't think Qingyue's appointment with you in Yongliang is still true. Wenwei is indeed a good seed, and Qingyue is a genius."

"I asked you at the time if you wanted to sign Qingyue directly in the forest, but you refused, so you can't blame me," Luo Yong was very proud, "Hey, hey, you actually sent me a refined version , Wow, this filter is absolutely perfect, if you say that you are not talking about ghosts, you will not believe it."

"Not talking." Lin Qingqian said calmly.

Luo Yong was puzzled, "Aren't you talking? So don't you live together now?" He sighed every day, "Lin Qingqian, you are really a dog, even worse than Xiao Liang. You are not the kid who called me brother at the beginning. Bastard, old dogbi."

Song Qingyue coughed twice, "No, Brother Luo Yong, it's because I haven't caught up with her yet."

There was a long silence on the phone, "Then what are you doing now?"

"Lin Qingqian is eating under me."

Luo Yong: "...???!"

Lin Qingqian couldn't take it off her hands, so she gave the child a hard look, "You were going to be convicted of hooliganism decades ago."

Luo Yong collapsed on the sofa and muttered to himself: "I don't understand you, so what are you going to do? You just have to tell me at the station. I'm sure the pictures won't be published, but if there are any passers-by who can take pictures, please let me know." I don’t know, although Qingyue has not been active for a long time, the nationality is still there.”

The child shrugged. After staying with Lin Qingqian for so long, he knew that he had the means to deal with these things, "I'll do it first. Sending a few selfies with Lin Qingqian in advance won't solve the problem, let them go." Is it bad to be a socialist sisterhood?”

Lin Qingqian's movements remained unchanged, she thought for a while, and said, "No, you don't need to make any movements." She raised her voice a little, and said to Luo Yong, "Hang up first, we'll take care of this matter here. Let's deal with it."

She signaled Song Qingyue to hang up the phone.He said in a low voice, "Call Zhu Gong and ask her what she is doing?" She looked at the child's confused eyes, smiled, and explained, "Wen Wei's station must have sent a photo to the forest first. Yes, but they don't have my contact information, so they can only report through Zhugong, but Zhugong is actually later than Luo Yong's side, which is unreasonable."

"Oh, oh," the child dialed Zhu Gong's phone.

Probably because it was Lin Qingqian's number, Zhu Gong picked it up very quickly, and there was a weeping and coquettish voice, "Assistant Zhu, please let me go, my hand is almost broken, you said you have to continue, I think go to bed."

The two were silent at the same time, probably because their minds were full of yellow waste.

It seems to understand Luo Yong's mood just now.

Zhu Gong obviously didn't realize the car exhaust in the words, and said seriously: "No, at least finish this analysis, I have lightened the task for you." Then there was the sound of chairs being dragged, it seemed that Zhu Gong had left Room.

She walked to a secluded place and asked in a low voice, "President Xiao Lin, what's the matter?"

"Look at WeChat or email, did Wenwei's team send you a picture of me and Qingyue."

"Ah, yes, I'm sorry Mr. Xiaolin didn't see it, what should I do next?" Zhu Gong quickly found those pictures, and while apologizing, he saved the pictures and put them in his permanent favorites in one go, "Should we pay attention to the trending searches?"

"No need," Lin Qingqian instructed while meeting, "Your Weibo account is still there, the one updated on CP Chaohua."

"Yes," Zhu Gong was a little puzzled, "but I haven't written any more since the filming of the film was over." At that time, this couple was considered be, and it was considered kind of her not to write an ending with a knife .

"Well, it's okay. Use your account, send the picture to CP Chaohua, and post the version with a filter." The child on the side almost couldn't hold the phone steady, and Lin Qingqian reprimanded him, "But pay attention to the publicity The direction of the wind, once you get out of the circle, kill the socialist sisterhood, do you understand?"

"Yes." Zhu Gong answered in a daze, unable to turn his head around.

After hanging up the phone, the child pursed his lips, unable to control the smile on his face: "Lin Qingqian, what are you doing?"

"Here up for your career in the entertainment industry," Lin Qingqian said gently, "You haven't taken a job since school started. Although school is still the main thing to do, you can't just fade out of the public eye. By the way, the holidays You may not have time to rest."

"Oh," the child pouted, not the answer she imagined. "Also, why did you ask Sister Zhugong to post it? If it becomes popular, and Auntie Lin sees who started it, wouldn't Sister Zhugong be exposed?"

She quickly realized, "Oh no, you're promoting socialist sisterhood when you go out of the circle. Auntie Lin must see this picture as nothing?"

"I can ask and answer by myself, not bad." Lin Qing smiled slightly, "But you are still only on the second floor."

She earnestly and persuasively said, "Think about it, will Mom find out about Zhu Gong's previous fanfiction? What will she think?"

Song Qingyue's eyes slowly widened, "You're trying to kill Sister Zhugong to death."

Lin Qing smiled and shook his head.

In fact, it was to force Zhu Gong.

A light flashed in her eyes: she used the bamboo cup very well, and even wanted to keep it with her as her confidant and assistant in the future, but she still had a lot of things to hide from herself, after all, it was Lin Zhiyin who brought it up. Even if Lin Zhiyin doesn't seem to have any malice towards him at the moment, he should have the awareness of prevention.

To ask Zhu Gong to do these things is to force her to his side completely, and no longer have Lin Zhiyin's 100% trust.

Of course, there is a fourth intention: to vaccinate Lin Zhiyin a little bit like this is like boiling a frog in warm water.In this way, Lin Zhiyin will have a psychological expectation in the end, and the beating of himself will probably be lighter.

This intention cannot be told to children.

She stopped talking, just kneaded her face with her head down.

Song Qingyue followed his gaze, and slowly, his face blushed unconsciously.

Lin Qingqian's slender, fair fingers were attached to the dough.Since the dough was only made for Song Qingyue alone, the dough was a bit small, so Lin Qingqian wrapped the dough completely with both hands, and transformed into different shapes with vigorous kneading. The sleeves were tied up to the forearm, revealing a beautiful shallow Light muscle lines.

Seeing Lin Qingqian's hands kneading the white dough recklessly, she naturally thought of some other study materials she had read, and as she thought about it to herself, her legs felt a little weak unconsciously.Thomas the little train in my mind has already driven a few times.

"What, is it hot?" Lin Qingqian kneaded her face, and saw a child blushing like a monkey.

She touched the child's face, and the child's flushed face was covered with white flour.Her eyes darkened, and she unconsciously swallowed saliva to relieve her thirsty throat.

The child shivered, "It's a little hot."

Lin Qingqian looked at the chopping board, "It happens that the dough needs to wake up for 20 minutes, so go out." She washed her hands, and helped the child wipe off the white powder on the face, keeping her hand on the face for a few seconds longer, feeling The warm and soft touch on the hands.

Song Qingyue lowered his head and took a few quick steps, almost jogging out of the kitchen.

Thomas the train in his head whimpered.

Lin Qingqian's fingers are so cold~

The two sat on the sofa, neither of them spoke, but the atmosphere was not awkward, and there was a bit of warmth in the charm.

Until Lin Qingqian's cell phone rang again, it was Luo Yong's call again.

"What's wrong?" She frowned and picked it up with some dissatisfaction.

Luo Yong's noisy voice sounded: "Lin Qingqian, some paparazzi really took a picture of you and Qingyue, and they came to us and asked if we could buy it."

Lin Qingqian was thoughtful: "What price?"

Luo Yong reported the number.

So Lin Qingqian suppressed a smile: "If you don't buy it, send them a red envelope to pay for their hard work. It's hard to keep staring at the child for so long."

After hanging up the phone, Lin Qingqian looked at the child with admiration, "Look at you, it's the same photos. The ones I bought before "Lone Wolf" were more than ten times more expensive than they are now."

The child slumped on the sofa, and leaned towards Lin Qingqian little by little, "It's normal for me to get muddy after not moving for so long."

"What do you think?" Lin Qingqian became serious, "If you want to continue in the entertainment industry, it's definitely fine, but you're studying finance now, and if you want to have more outstanding achievements in acting in the future, it's possible You also need to go to a more professional school. It is no different than decades ago. It is difficult to get to the top with only talent and aura. Of course, if you don’t want to stay in the entertainment industry and want to enter Lin’s, it’s okay , you have a share of Mu Huacheng's shares."

Song Qingyue kicked her lightly in dissatisfaction, "What do you mean?" She held her chin angrily, "I won't steal your Lin."

Lin Qingqian laughed, and knocked her on the head, "You can't grab it." She pondered for a moment, "So you still want to continue in the entertainment industry?"

Song Qingyue nodded: She really likes filming.

"That's okay," Lin Qingqian thought for a while, "Maybe this winter vacation "Lone Wolf" will be released. Li Zimu is very ambitious and wants to try the Spring Festival. This is probably your main activity during the winter vacation. Every leading role must go to one. It will be very tiring to take on some variety shows and run some road shows."

The child lowered his head silently and sat cross-legged: "Aren't you going?"

Lin Qingqian was in a mess with a soft heart, and patted the child's head, "I won't be on stage, let Zhugong try to rely on the schedule, and stay with you."

"What about the summer vacation? Do you want to promote another play?"

"No, Director Qi's "The West Building" is a solid literary and artistic film. It doesn't have some commercial elements like "The Lone Wolf". It is estimated that it will not fight in the summer, so there is a high probability that it will win an award at the three major film festivals first. , and then return to China to take advantage of the Dongfeng film festival to promote. What's more, you don't have time for summer vacation, and the school has to do social practice." Lin Qingqian played with her mobile phone, thought for a while, and then said, "If possible, I hope You can complete your credits ahead of time and apply for graduation one year ahead of schedule, and your senior year is already your internship time, so it’s a pity for you to waste it in school.”

Song Qingyue was dumbfounded and scratched his head, "It seems quite difficult?"

Lin Qing smiled and shook her head, "It's not difficult. There are very few compulsory courses in senior year. Hurry up and finish it within three years." She thought for a while, put her hands on the child's shoulders, and cheered her up, "This It’s not me. I still remember those test points more or less. If you want to graduate quickly, you don’t need to pursue high grade points to apply for scholarships. 7 or 80 in each subject is enough. I’ll give you a small recipe, you go By listening to those big classes, you can basically get it done.”

Song Qingyue stared at Lin Qingqian: "7, 80 is enough? How many points did you have?"

Lin Qing touched her nose and thanked the original owner again for her hard work: "Probably... the final grade point is only 4.7."

The child bowed his head silently: A grade point of 4.7 means that the average score is above 97.

The competitive energy in her heart came up again, and she snorted softly: "After three years of study, it will be three years, but I don't want to get over 70, no matter what, I have to have an average score of 90+."

While talking, Song Qingyue's phone suddenly lit up, she clicked on it, it was Weibo push.

Lin Qingqian glanced at the content of the push interface, and she asked with an indescribable expression: "You also paid special attention to Zhugong's trumpet?"

Song Qingyue's face burned a little: "Well, Sister Zhugong's colleagues wrote it well."

Lin Qingqian muttered: "The Department of Classical Literature writes well? I don't believe it."

Song Qingyue didn't care about Lin Qingqian's self-talk, he admired the picture sent by Zhugong with great interest, just saved it, and then clicked on the hot search entry on Weibo.

"Hey, Sister Zhugong is not the starter."

"Huh?" Lin Qingqian didn't look at the phone she was holding, poked her head over to squeeze with the child, put her hand on the child's shoulder, "Who is the starter?"

Song Qingyue turned it over to her: "It's a marketing account, it seems to be the special account of that paparazzi studio."

"Being preempted?" Lin Qingqian frowned, "What's wrong with Zhugong? The speed is so slow?"

Song Qingyue clicked on Zhugong's Weibo interface: "Lin Qingqian, you miscalculated."

"what happened?"

Song Qingyue handed her the phone to look at: "Sister Zhugong has opened it for nearly half a year, and it hasn't been updated in the past six months, so it seems that there is only this Weibo."

The smile on Lin Qingqian's face gradually faded, and she couldn't see any joy or anger on her face: "Did she always set it like this or...?"

Of course it was set just now, Xiao Song thought secretly in his heart.

As a wife who produces food, how can she set up Weibo to only be visible for half a year?

But seeing Lin Qingqian's expression, she chose to help Sister Zhugong: "I'm not sure, I haven't read her Weibo for a long time."

Lin Qingqian rubbed her head and sighed, "Forget it, we'll talk about it later."

There are still opportunities in the future.

"How's the situation on Weibo now?"

"Just sent it, I haven't reacted yet, I can't see anything, let's talk about it later."

"Okay," Lin Qingqian looked at the time, "I'm almost awake, are you hungry?" With quick eyesight and quick hands, she touched the child's belly, then turned around and ran away.

Song Qingyue stared at Lin Qingqian's running back and the exposed reddish earlobes with grief and indignation.

It was indeed me who said I wanted to chase you again, but it was you who said we were not together.

How can you run away after flirting, so irresponsible?

She touched her own slender fingers with a vicious expression on her face.

One day, these are all going to find their way back.

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"Assistant Bamboo? Assistant Zhu?" Jin Shan softly called Zhu Gong, who had been out of his mind since receiving a call from Mr. Xiao Lin.

"Huh?" Zhu Gong recovered from his own thoughts, sighed, and asked, "Is it done?"

Jin Shan nodded, and turned the telegram from an angle to Zhu Gong to read.

Zhu Gong looked at the densely packed words on the computer, frowned, and tried to focus himself.

Failed.

She closed her eyes for a while, and opened them again, but found that it was useless. She knocked on the table a little irritably, and suddenly said: "You go home first, tomorrow I will tell you what is wrong."

"Okay!" Jin Shan jumped up from the seat, happily packed her things, and started talking nonsense, "Assistant Zhu, you are still a bit human, I thought you wouldn't let me go back tonight .”

But she didn't hear Zhu Gong's voice, she turned her head suspiciously, only to find that Zhu Gong had fallen into the contemplative state just now.

She frowned and thought about it.

Zhugong realized that someone across from him pulled out a chair and sat down. He raised his eyes and saw Jin Shan holding his chin, and immediately frowned even tighter: "Why don't you come back? Do you still want to make a report?"

Jin Shan hurriedly shook her head: "No, Assistant Zhu, I just wanted to ask what's wrong with you?"

She said generously: "I can help you listen to it. When you are your trash can, it is your reward for taking me." She said quite proudly, "My brother and they always praise me as a good trash Here comes the bucket."

"You don't need to worry about it." Zhu Gong closed his eyes and turned around the seat.

Jin Shan was a little anxious, but she didn't dare to say anything, and she was treated like a donkey with good intentions, her hot face was put on her cold butt, she was spoiled since she was a child, and she couldn't bear to ask a second time, so she walked away aggressively with her bag .

When he reached the door, Zhu Gong still didn't speak.

Jin Shan let out a heavy breath, turned around and asked, "If you don't say anything, I'll leave."

Zhu Gong's eyes were closed, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Jin Shan turned and left.

"You promise to keep your mouth shut."

Cut, no or say.

Complacent in her heart, Jin Shan turned her head and smiled: "I promise to keep my mouth shut, God knows what you know and I know, no third person will know."

Bamboo Gong was a little hesitant, but no matter from historical or atmospheric factors, Jinshan was the best object to confide in.She looked at Jin Shan's still-unknown face and sighed.

Maybe I can give her a good answer?

"Let me ask you, if you have a very respected teacher, she has a very good personal relationship with another person, and she must be closer than me. But there are some unprincipled conflicts with another person in other aspects, and I Working under another person but being ordered by the teacher to report the situation of this person. In the past, I was coaxed by one who did not offend the other, but now someone forces me to express my opinion, what do you do?"

Jin Shan felt a little regretful, isn't the "other person" Mr. Kobayashi?

And another protagonist who can be compared with Mr. Kobayashi, Assistant Zhu's teacher, how could it be an ordinary person?

It seems that I have been involved in something extraordinary.

She considered her words and said, "I think you should take the side of the person you are working now."

"Why?" Zhu Gong smiled wryly.

Because you can't offend Mr. Kobayashi.It's just that Jinshan dared to say this reason, she said: "Because the county magistrate is not as good as the current one, so you must stand on the side of your vested interests."

Zhu Gong lowered his head silently, and muttered to himself: "Once upon a time, there were two other people. It was also this choice. I chose what you said."

Jin Shan was a little curious, "Then what?"

Zhu Gong looked up at her, and said meaningfully: "Then there was you."

In the evening, there were still a few lights in the forest on.

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"How does it taste?" Lin Qingqian leaned on the sofa, looking at the child stuffing the dough into his mouth, with a smile on his face.

"Delicious!" Song Qingyue raised his thumbs up, then took the bowl and drank the soup.

The noodles are tasty and chewy, and because an egg is beaten into the noodles, they are smoother and more delicious. With the addition of freshly cut cucumber strips and tomatoes, the noodles are full of color, fragrance and taste.

The child rubbed his stomach annoyedly: "I really messed around today."

Lin Qing smiled slightly, "You did a good job too."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," the child slammed into the sofa, "don't comfort me, my tongue is fine."

She stretched out her head, her eyes sparkling, "Do you know how to cook a lot?"

Lin Qingqian nodded: "Well, I have a strong taste. Hunan cuisine and Sichuan cuisine are the best, Shandong cuisine is okay, and Cantonese cuisine is only a little bit."

The child raised his hand: "Can I have a Buddha jumping over the wall?"

Lin Qing gritted her teeth: "You dare to mention it, I have something to do on weekends too. Change it."

The child lowered his head and pondered: "Then let me have a Sichuan dish that you are good at." She suppressed a smile and said, "Boiled cabbage?"

Lin Qingqian began to roll up her sleeves.

The child knew very well how to tease Lin Qingqian's bottom line, and quickly withdrew the thought of continuing to tease her, and said flatteringly, "I'll eat whatever you do."

"It's just that I think I will gain weight." She rubbed her belly in distress.

Lin Qing gave her a shallow look: "Just exercise more, you are still young, what are you afraid of with your metabolism? Will you go hiking with me on weekends?"

Just as Song Qingyue was about to speak, her phone rang. She lifted it up to see that it wasn't hers.

Lin Qingqian shivered when she saw the caller.

Lin Zhiyin.

She looked at the child, "What is the most searched Weibo now?"

Song Qing turned over and said helplessly.

"Hot one."