Professional dismantling

"Shut it..." Qin Yin shouted displeasedly, "What kind of demon are you?"

"Hey..." Zhao Yao was amused, closed the window tightly and turned to look at him, "You still know how to be a demon."

Qin Yin glanced at him sideways, frowned lightly, and asked softly after a while, uncertainly, "Are you...are you crying?"

"Bah!" Zhao Yao rubbed his face and stared at him, "The one kissed by Xiao Feng'er didn't control the strength well, it was neither light nor heavy."

Qin Yin didn't speak any more, his thin lips were pressed tightly together, his side face was tough and tense, showing no emotion.

Zhao Yao felt sad for a few seconds and then he lost his feeling. He suddenly smiled and said, "You are quite careful, no wonder girls like your style."

"What is my model?" Qin Yin finally spoke after a long while.

"Hmm..." Zhao Yao rested his chin and looked at the road ahead, as if he was seriously thinking about his problem. After turning around, he should go to the company, "He is handsome, rich, and has power. You are considerate and considerate, and you can take care of others, except sometimes you speak badly, everything else is pretty good, but women, all like your style."

Qin Yin suddenly smiled, and his cold facial features softened a lot, "It seems that you know me quite well."

"So-so..." Zhao Yao said modestly, "When I'm free, I like to observe others."

"Why do you observe others?" Qin Yin was curious.

Because if you don’t know how to observe words and emotions, you will have a bad life. You can’t say this. After thinking about it, Zhao Yao thinks that Qin Yin will not believe it for any reason. The character of Zhao Yao in the book is too different from him. In Sun Shan Before Shan appeared, he still had to keep this secret well.

He pursed his lips with an expression that he didn't want to say, which made Qin Yin's heart ache for no reason, and he didn't ask again, but he moved faster, and within 2 minutes of turning around, he drove to the downstairs of Zhao Yao's company.

Before the car came to a complete stop, Zhao Yao took off his seat belt, and Qin Yin stepped on the brakes and jumped out of the car. This posture made President Qin very unhappy, "Why are you in a hurry? You can't wait for it to stop, four years old People are not like you."

Zhao Yao doesn't understand how his age can't be seen by the CEO, and he always uses four years old as an excuse, but today he has something to ask for, so he has to correct his attitude.

"Anyway, the new official is taking office today. I have been catching fish for so long at noon, so I have to set a good example for the people below." Zhao Yao said seriously.

After parking the car, Qin Yin frowned and looked at him, "Why don't you wear a scarf in such a cold day, didn't you buy it last time...you got one for free, why didn't you wear it."

Zhao Yao took his hand out of his pocket again, and stuck his right hand on the edge of the car door to open it. After hearing Qin Yin's words, he replied "forgot". Just as one foot stepped on the ground, he was pulled by a force behind him. go back.

"Hey...fuck..." Zhao Yao almost bumped his head on the car door, but fortunately the car is not short, Qin Yin pulled his other foot from behind and scratched the car door sill, It really hurts, a little annoyed: "What are you doing?"

Qin Yin took off the dark gray scarf around his neck and threw it into his arms, "Lend it to you..."

After all, without waiting for Zhao Yao's reaction, he directly pushed him out of the car. The car sped out two meters and then stopped. Zhao Yao shouted, "If you have to pay me back in the evening, I will lend you an afternoon."

Zhao Yao held the warm scarf in his hand and sneezed against the wind to show his response to Qin Yin. He stood in the wind for a long time, until the arrogant Maybach rushed to him. When the son was gone, he jumped on the spot twice, and wrapped the scarf around his neck.

Anyway, it doesn’t cost money, and it’s really warm.

Zhao Yao trotted all the way into the elevator of the company building. His current office is at the innermost side of the corridor, and he had to pass the tea room in the middle when he walked in.

As soon as he passed the door, he vaguely heard a few girls chatting inside. As soon as he heard it, he recognized a few female colleagues from the previous department. They always like to go to the tea room to refresh themselves after taking a nap at noon. minute.

He had just walked two steps and vaguely heard his name, Mr. Qin, who had no idea, he frowned, turned a corner at his feet, and walked two steps inside, just in time to meet a male colleague who came out after receiving the water , the two bumped into each other, Zhao Yao stood there in embarrassment and smirked, "What are you talking about?"

The gossip girls became nervous when they saw the client, Zhao Yao thought to himself, damn it, the girls are gossips, they must be talking about him hugging his thighs.

Kema was the first to react, and said with a smile: "I was talking about you. I heard that President Qin was invited to dinner at noon? Did you enjoy the meal?"

Happy your sister, Zhao Yao cursed secretly.But there was a calm look on his face, and he said helplessly, "Hey, it's all about flattery for work, so there's nothing pleasant or unpleasant about it."

Everyone immediately looked tired, and Zhao Yao didn't want to stay any longer, so he waved his hand and left.

It didn't depend on his strength to be able to sit in the current position today. It was pure luck. He was wondering if there was smoke from his ancestral grave, but these people definitely didn't think so.

His close relationship with Qin Yin is noticed by his colleagues, and if they know that he and Qin Yin have some nepotism, then even if he has tens of millions of mouths, he will probably be able to tell that he became the editor-in-chief purely by accident and luck up.

No one would believe such a thing, and his situation would be even more embarrassing after telling the truth.

Girls don't think so, Miss Ke exists as the gossip center of Conan, her pair of insightful eyes seem to have seen through everything long ago, when Zhao Yao walked away, she suddenly let out a sinister low laugh, and lightly held the black spot on the bridge of her nose with her index finger. Framed glasses, with an inscrutable tone, said: "Didn't you realize that our Editor-in-Chief Zhao is different after going out for a meal?"

Colleagues showed faces of people who didn't know why they were eating melons, and Kema raised his eyebrows, "Remind me, neck."

There was a scream in the gossip team, "That night, Mr. Qin seemed to be surrounded by the same dime!"

Ke Ma gave her an expression of "the girl has a future" to praise her. As soon as the words came out, everyone said that they understood immediately. The dinner appointments were already very sweet, and they showed their faces when they came back.

The girls said one after another: I'm so angry, but what the hell is it that I'm so excited.

The more Zhao Yao thought about it, the more stuffy he became, until he sat on the chair in the office and realized that it was a little hot. The heating in the room was fully turned on, and the layers around his neck made him almost lack of oxygen. The gray scarf was thrown on the table. After staring at it for a while, he sighed helplessly, and stretched out his hand to fold it properly.

After sitting in the office for a while, he dialed Xiang Liqing's extension number, and soon a slender figure flashed in, unceremoniously pulled a chair and sat opposite him, and called Brother Yao with a smile.

Zhao Yao didn't have any airs of leadership, so he just asked him if he had any thoughts on next week's first issue.

Xiang Liqing thought about it, but he didn't have much clue. He used to be an intern reporter, but now he was transferred to a new department shortly after becoming a full-time employee. He went out to interview and shoot or something, but the kid didn't complain at all.

But after all, he has limited experience, and he doesn't know much about people in the entertainment industry. The manuscript is well written but lacks a lot of experience.

Zhao Yao didn't delay, and directly told him his thoughts. When Qin Yin left, he called his company's publicity director, about the exact launch time of "Swallows Returning to the Nest" and some roughly confirmed plans. He can ask him directly about the lineup.

Zhao Yao only told Xiang Liqing the general idea, Xiang Liqing's eyes lit up, and he felt that the feasibility was very high, Zhao Yao said, "Go back and think about how to compose the draft, it is best to terminate Zhang Shuang's contract with Star Entertainment The part about signing a new club was a bit exaggerated, including how Zhang Shuang joined Star Entertainment and her history of becoming famous, and I still need to learn more about Zhang Shuang’s new drama.”

Xiang Liqing nodded his head clearly, and returned to his seat very energetically.

Zhao Yao turned on the phone, and saw that there was a folder in the internal mailbox that Cao Wenjun sent an hour ago. The name was very simple and clear - all pictures of Zhang Shuang.

Zhao Yao directly downloaded it to the desktop, then opened the folder and looked at it one by one. There were youthful and heavy pictures, some coquettish red dust girls, and dignified stills.

Zhao Yao clicked one by one, and suddenly clicked on a slightly blurred one. Obviously, the person who took the picture didn't focus, and the resolution was not particularly high. It didn't look like a camera, but it looked a bit like a mobile phone.

But I can still recognize the two people in the photo, one is the protagonist Zhang Shuang, and the other is Qin Yin.

In the photo, Zhang Shuang is wearing an exaggerated long skirt with high slits and a traditional Chinese cheongsam neckline. He is wearing a men's suit. His delicate arms are wrapped around the arms of the man next to him, with a smile on his face. Like a flower, Qin Yin's eyes are facing the camera, obviously he has seen someone taking pictures of him, there is not much emotion on his face, the pixel of the phone is not good, but the scar on Qin Yin's cheek can still be seen faintly.

Looking at the photo, Zhao Yao felt a little familiar. After thinking for a while, he suddenly patted his thigh. Isn't this the Milan when he first came to this book? He was participating in that fashion week.

That's how Zhang Shuang was preparing to enter the arena with Qin Yin on his arm. He even recognized Zhang Shuang as Ni Man. Qin Yin said some inexplicable things when he saw him, and finally asked his assistant to buy him a glass of ginger. Silk jujube tea...

These memories flashed through Zhao Yao's mind one by one like a revolving lantern. Now that I think about it, it seems quite ironic now that he was fighting against Qin Yin at that time.

Hey, digressed.

Zhao Yao brewed a cup of snow buds for himself, watched the tip of the tea slowly rise to the surface of the water, and a thought flashed across his mind amidst the mist.

If this picture is used as the accompanying picture of Zhang Shuang's signing to the new owner's manuscript, it will be self-evident without much rendering. Anyway, what this kind of thing wants is a gimmick.