The rich boss is my ex-boyfriend [entertainment circle]

Qiao Yu came to Beijing with Yu Simeng when she was 15 years old.

The year happened to be the millennium, and he had just graduated from junior high school.

Time is the most ruthless thing.

When you want it to go faster, it walks slowly, wishing to make people feel like years.

But when you want it to go slower, in the blink of an eye, ten years have passed without a trace of nostalgia.

It's no use hurting spring and autumn.

Qiao Yu collected his emotions, got up and washed his face, he took a can of Red Bull from the refrigerator, opened it, sat back at the computer, and perfected his new article.

How sad it was back then, now I can let go of it when I think about it.

Nowhere to start?joke!

The stories he experienced in the past are now casually adapted, and with some exaggeration, they can become a story that can sell money. Why doesn't he write it!

Anyway, as Wood said, some popular elements can be incorporated.

After all, stories come from life and are bigger than life, don't they?

Qiao Yu quickly listed the characters in the new story.

After all, there are prototypes, and no one can recognize them even if they change their names and identities.

By the time Qiao Yu finished sorting out the outline of the character design, and finished trying to write Chapter 1, it was already past twelve o'clock at night.

He had to go to work tomorrow, so instead of staying up late, he sent the document to his WeChat file transfer assistant for collection, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, Qiao Yu lay down on the bed, didn't play with her phone much, and soon fell asleep.

——Today, the mental work is too much, and it is easy to fall asleep.

The next day.

Qiao Yu didn't wake up until eight o'clock.

He took out his phone and looked at it, and found that Sun Yuepeng had sent him feedback last night—three o'clock in the morning!

The company really has a very flexible working system!

Considering that Sun Yuepeng might still be asleep, Qiao Yu didn't reply to the message, but only carefully looked at Sun Yuepeng's suggestions on his three adaptation plans.

"There are very few domestic film and television dramas like [Battle Royale], one is that it is not easy to pass the review, and the other is that it is difficult to perform the feeling of foreign countries. The first plan you proposed-selling the script to overseas copyrights is feasible. But foreign countries There are many similar scripts, and how to adapt them well is also a test of skill."

Qiao Yu nodded silently. He had indeed considered this issue, so he came up with the second and third options.

"For the second plan, you said that you can design the background—change it into a fictional background. This is indeed the case in the original book. It is carried out in a dream. If you insist on a normal setting, add medical technology and even games It can be solved. It’s a good idea. Personally, I’m partial to this solution.”

After Sun Yuepeng expressed his opinion, he summarized the third plan——

"Your third plan says, don't change anything, follow the original, now is the era when all IPs and themes are thriving, so there are many opportunities, if you don't break, you can't stand, if we go out and challenge, maybe we can win a domestic escape The first year of film and television dramas with new themes. ——This idea is very bold and positive, and I appreciate it. If I can really meet such an investor, I will also like this.”

In the end, Sun Yuepeng’s message read like this: “Well, let’s first change the outline of the story according to the second plan, fine-tune the character design, remove elements that are not likely to pass the review, or change them to more suitable ones. After you finish reading This version of the outline and character design compiled by the novel is very suitable for the novel, let’s keep it as a backup for the third plan, what do you think?”

Qiao Yu nodded secretly. As the chief director, Sun Yuepeng has a broad mind and will patiently solicit their opinions and ideas. Judging from the initial communication and feedback, he is a director who can cooperate for a long time.

Although he himself is not from a professional background, he also pays attention to his eyesight and adaptability when cooperating with others.

The previous two companies just failed to meet a suitable partner, so they have been wasted until now.

Hope this time, he can stay in the company longer.

I also hope that this time, he can learn more.

After Qiao Yu finished washing, he picked out a loose white jumper in the wardrobe, matched it with blue jeans and a pair of white sneakers, and when he was arranging his hair in front of the mirror, he couldn't help smiling—the little bumpkin back then, now Most attention is paid to instrumentation.

Before going out, Qiao Yu found another pair of glasses from the desk drawer and put them on - there was a silver mirror chain hanging on the temple.

—— Both gentle scum and youthful.

Mensao handsome.

The spring in Beijing is too short, so it is estimated that such a combination will not last for a few days, and it will soon enter the long and hot summer.

Near nine o'clock, Qiao Yu went out.

The sun was already very vicious, he hesitated for a second at the door of the unit building, and then went home again, found a baseball cap and put it on.

——Men also have men's shading methods.

Back then, his black briquettes lasted from the beginning of school to the first snowfall in December, and his skin color gradually turned white.

It snowed heavily for three days in a row.He didn't wash his school uniform. That morning Qiao Hongsheng was in a hurry to go to the airport. He and Qiao Ran were picked up early in the morning to send him to school. Seeing that he was still struggling with the frozen school uniform on the balcony, he reluctantly carried him back to his room and put him in the closet. Li directly dug out a winter suit for him, and gave him 3 minutes to change into it and go out.

An orange sweater and a warm gray coat, combined with his slightly paler complexion, made him clean and handsome.On the way from the school gate to the class gate, the young Qiao Yu caught a lot of attention.

Even Qiao Ran, who had always been displeased with him, couldn't hold back when he was in the car, and looked at him a few more times.

"Do you still have a tear mole?" Qiao Ran was amazed.

Qiao Yu: "Maybe I was too dark before, so I couldn't see it."

Qiao Ran: "..."

The most memorable thing for Qiao Yu was that when he arrived at the class and sat in his seat, the sleepy boy next to him didn't fully open his eyes. After he glanced at him, he said impatiently, "Who are you? This is not your seat. Hurry up." !"

Qiao Yu: "...This is my seat."

Hearing the familiar voice, the young Mu Zeyang opened his eyes again in doubt. After seeing his tablemate who had changed his life, his sleepiness disappeared in an instant. He jumped up from the table: "Qiao, Qiao Yu?!"

The young Qiao Yu is calm on the surface, but in fact, there is still a little dark heart in his heart.

It turns out...it's such a feeling to be paid attention to.

The young Mu Zeyang suddenly approached him, and watched his face carefully for a long time: "You have turned white..."

"...Well." Qiao Yu was not used to being scrutinized at such a close distance that exceeded personal safety, so she leaned back a little.

The young Mu Zeyang commented with great interest: "It also looks better."

Qiao Yu didn't speak anymore, she lowered her head and started to take out her homework from her schoolbag.

The young Mu Zeyang suddenly stretched out a finger and tapped his cheek——

"I heard that people with tear moles love to cry. Is that true?"

Mu Zeyang's movements were too unexpected, Qiao Yu couldn't dodge, and was pressed against the corner of his eyes by his index finger, feeling a little warm to the touch.

Qiao Yu denied, "No."

……

On the subway, Qiao Yu, who was tall and tall, stretched out a finger silently, and tapped on the tear mole of his left eye, the corners of his lips curved slightly.

It turns out that I still remember it so clearly...

On the second day of work, Qiao Yu found that everyone was really flexible.

He was the first in the office.

There were small packages of bread and milk in the tea room. Qiao Yu got up late in the morning and didn't have breakfast, so he settled for breakfast casually, then returned to his work station and began to read the novel about ocean adventures.

Colleagues arrived one after another. After they greeted each other, they were too busy to mention it.

At noon, Sun Yuepeng hadn't come yet.

Qiao Yu went with Guo Zihua and Kang Kai to the cafeteria on the first floor of the building to have lunch.

They went downstairs at 01:30, staggering the peak.

There were still quite a lot of people in the cafeteria, and Qiao Yu found that there were indeed a lot of variety - he was not very picky about food, as long as he was full, otherwise he would not know what to eat when he always ordered takeaway.

The cafeteria puts all kinds of food in front of you so straightforwardly that you can choose whatever you want, which is the most suitable for Qiao Yu.

He happily bought a handmade dumpling, and ordered another bowl of hot and sour noodles, and ate it contentedly.

Guo Zihua: "Ah, Qiao Yu, I wanted to talk about it yesterday - it's really a pleasure to watch you eat."

Qiao Yu smiled: "I wasn't too rude yesterday, right? Is it too ugly to eat?"

"How come, it's obviously not elegant! Have you practiced it?"

Qiao Yu paused with his chopsticks, and laughed: "Did you see it? To be honest, I really practiced, just to pretend."

Guo Zihua and Kang Kai both laughed.

In fact, he specially practiced after being with Mu Zeyang.

Back then in the school cafeteria, Qiao Yu had watched Mu Zeyang eat. After the two got together, they had dinner on their first date, and he secretly practiced for a long time in advance.

Qiao Yu sighed silently when he thought of these past events.

Hey.

It really is Xinwen's fault.

If you say you remember the past, the past really lingers...

In the afternoon, I read novels as usual, sorting out the outline and character design.

After three o'clock, Qiao Yu went to tea for coffee, and met Mu Zeyang again.

Qiao Yu paused - wanted to turn around.

Mu Zeyang had already seen him: "Qiao Yu."

Qiao Yu walked over resignedly: "Mr. Mu."

"This coffee machine, I pressed here, but coffee still doesn't come out." Mu Zeyang frowned, looking rather distressed.

Qiao Yu took a deep breath, and thought to herself——you have amnesia, not dementia, you won’t be able to catch coffee once, twice, and I don’t know if you can do it the third time!

The slander is all the sarcasm, Qiao Yu stretched out his fingers uncontrollably, and pressed two more buttons: "Here, you need to choose the amount of water first. If you are not used to drinking this kind of capsule coffee, you can actually ask an assistant to help you make coffee by hand of."

Mu Zeyang nodded: "No need. I'm used to drinking."

You are used to drinking ass!

Qiao Yu silently rolled her eyes.

Mu Zeyang suddenly handed over a card: "It's for you."

Surprised, Qiao Yu took it over and took a look, only to find that it was a listing - with his age, blood type and contact information written on it.

"You are panda blood, very special, you need to pay more attention." Mu Zeyang explained stumblingly, "My mother will carry a similar listing with you. I also made one for you. I hope you can accept it."

Qiao Yu looked at the familiar cards and squeezed the phone in his hand.

——His mobile phone case and the interlayer of the mobile phone also have an identical card.

——It was also given to him by Mu Zeyang.

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Awow——Come to collect it, buddy!