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

The meeting was very long and lasted from [-]:[-] pm to [-]:[-] pm.

Fortunately, there was an intermission, around [-]:[-] p.m., it was time for dinner. Director Yan ordered pizza, and everyone relaxed their brains all afternoon. They ate and chatted about other things, and the atmosphere was quite lively.

Originally, Qiao Yu thought that Zhou Yan would only stay for a while before leaving.Unexpectedly, he actually participated in the whole meeting and listened carefully to their chat about the plot and character design.

During the chatting time at dinner, Qiao Yu realized that Zhou Yan wanted to change this time and try a movie.

——The dramas he took on before were all idol dramas, no matter ancient or modern, they all had the same type of characters.

He wanted to break through himself.

Zhou Yan's father, Zhou Hongru, is good friends with Yan Ruge. Zhou Yan's father was the producer of Yan Ruge's previous works.

Yan Ruge has a good relationship with the Zhou family, and almost watched Zhou Yan grow up, so there is nothing wrong with taking care of the younger generation.

What's more, Zhou Yan is very popular now.

Now that traffic is king, old directors have to try to accept new concepts.

It is also a new attempt to bring some small fresh meat characters in the play.

Dinner is not over yet, the atmosphere is very relaxed.

The director and the others chatted about other things, nothing more than some gossip in the entertainment industry.

Qiao Yu listened with his ears pricked up for a while at first, but then he felt unwell, so he went out to the bathroom.

The sequelae of drunkenness last night and motion sickness in the afternoon are still there, headaches, hoarseness - in the conference room, Director Yan, Director Sun, and Kang Kai were still smoking, which made his forehead hurt.In addition, the coffee was iced, so he drank it in a hurry, and his stomach began to feel uncomfortable during the meeting in the afternoon.Oh, there may be another reason that it conflicts with the cold medicine. In short, his stomach hurts more and more at the moment.

Qiao Yu vomited twice in the bathroom, and belatedly realized that her limbs were sore and her whole body was cold.

—I'm afraid I still have a fever.

Qiao Yu washed her face, looked at her slightly flushed cheeks in the mirror, and managed to lift her spirits.

He secretly encouraged himself: Hold on a little longer, Qiao Yu.The script meeting is drawing to a close.This is the first time for you to get in touch with a big director and get familiar with all the process of a drama, so don't lose the chain.

Footsteps could be heard outside, Qiao Yu straightened up, pulled a tissue to wipe her hands.

The person who came was Zhou Yan.

Seeing Zhou Yan walking towards him, Qiao Yu smiled at him.

"Are you okay?" Zhou Yan stood beside him, washing his hands while looking at his expression through the mirror.

In the afternoon, he found out that Qiao Yu's complexion was not very good, and the hand hidden under the table was touching his stomach from time to time. During dinner, he didn't eat two bites of pizza, but even drank two glasses of hot water.He asked, "Is it an upset stomach?"

"Huh?" Qiao Yu was a little surprised at his ability to read words and expressions, but he still dismissed it lightly, "It's okay, it's an old problem."

"Do your screenwriters often forget to eat and sleep?" Zhou Yan asked.

Qiao Yu smiled: "It can't compare to your actors who forget to sleep and eat."

Zhou Yan also smiled: "You and Qiao Ran—"

"Half father and half mother. We are brothers in a reorganized family." Qiao Yu simply explained.But he didn't mention the fact that the relationship has been separated from each other, and there is no need to tell others about it.

Zhou Yan suddenly realized: "Oh." After a pause, he said a little embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I accidentally slipped my mouth today."

"It doesn't matter. It doesn't affect anything. Everyone is not an outsider." Qiao Yu's emotional intelligence is not bad at certain times.

After the two returned to the meeting room, others were still chatting.

Sitting opposite him, Zhou Yan brought him a glass of corn juice and put it by his hand.

"If you don't eat, your brain won't be able to keep up. Drink some of this, it's still warm."

Qiao Yu: "...Thank you."

Qiao Yu noticed that Zhou Yan only ate a little salad for dinner and drank water the whole time, so he couldn't help asking, "Aren't you going to eat?"

Zhou Yan smiled: "Recently I'm on a diet to get into shape, and I want to take on a very thin character."

Qiao Yu sighed: "Being a star is too difficult."

Zhou Yan nodded: "Yes. However, it is difficult to do any line of work."

After the dinner time was over, everyone chatted for more than an hour. The key plots and characters on the whiteboard were written and erased, and several versions were made.

Assistant Ye Wen's voice recorder ran out of battery, so he used his mobile phone to record.

On Qiao Yu's side, it was mainly Kang Kai's notebook that had written many pages densely.

Qiao Yu also recorded with her mobile phone.

However, he is only playing support, and it doesn't matter if he is recorded or not.

After the meeting, the cooperation intention of the two parties was obvious. Yan Ruge felt that Kang Kai's idea was very good, and the two parties agreed to take time to chat again next week. If there were no problems, it would be settled in mid-May.

This can be regarded as a happy ending, and everyone is very happy.

Yan Ruge and others sent Sun Yuepeng and the others to the stairwell, and the meeting ended after saying goodbye to each other.

The elevator closed and went downstairs.

The three people inside looked at me and I looked at you, and all laughed.

Kang Kai gave Qiao Yu a hug: "Thank you, Qiao Yu, you gave me a good start! You saved me from being so nervous. Many of the details I talked to you yesterday are also used today, thank you."

Sun Yuepeng looked at the two of them from the side, and coughed lightly: "Don't thank me?"

Kang Kai hurried over to hug him again, but Sun Yuepeng hid for a while: "Don't be so nasty, you have to treat me to dinner some other day."

"Definitely." Kang Kai still gave Sun Yuepeng a hug, "Director Sun, thank you, thank you. Of course, I am most grateful to you. Without your introduction, I am afraid that I would never be able to get to know Director Yan in this life."

"It's an exaggeration..." Sun Yuepeng laughed.

"Qiao Yu, do you have a serious cold?" While waiting for a taxi, both Sun Yuepeng and Kang Kai noticed that Qiao Yu was not in a good condition.

"Well, a little bit. Right now my head hurts a lot." Qiao Yu coughed a few times and looked at them helplessly, "Also, you almost turned the meeting room into a smoking room this afternoon...Although I can understand it, I still to despise you."

Both Sun Yuepeng and Kang Kai laughed: "There's no way, our habit for many years, we don't smoke and our minds don't change."

"It's all an excuse." Qiao Yu shook his head and sighed, he gave Kang Kai another look, "And you, didn't you say you quit smoking for your girlfriend?"

"Hey, isn't Director Yan here? I'm embarrassed not to smoke two." Kang Kai scratched his head and smiled honestly.

Qiao Yu tilted her head and coughed a few more times, feeling that she was about to lose her standing.

All he wanted to do now was to go home, slump on the bed and have a good sleep.

Seeing that his symptoms were indeed serious, Sun Yuepeng said, "You have worked hard today, and I will give you a day off tomorrow to rest at home."

Qiao Yu blinked: "Really? With salary?"

Sun Yuepeng punched him on the shoulder: "I didn't realize that you are still a small money fan! Take it easy and rest. This cooperation is completed, and the profit is not small. It will be deducted from Kang Kai's bonus."

Kang Kai: "???"

Qiao Yu couldn't help but also laughed.

When the car he called arrived, Qiao Yu waved his hand: "I won't wait with you, I'll leave first."

"Okay, go back and have a good rest."

"OK Bye Bye."

After getting into the car, Qiao Yu slumped in the back seat, drowsy.

Now he just wants to get home quickly.

Faster, faster, faster.

However, when he finally stood in front of his house, he realized that his key was missing.

Qiao Yu leaned on the door and searched through her pockets and handbags for a long time, but she couldn't find the key.

Could it be that he was delirious when he went out in the morning, so he forgot to bring his keys?

Or is it lost?

Qiao Yu was overwhelmed, and kicked the door panel a little irritably.

However, considering that it was already past eleven o'clock at night, he still lightened his strength the moment he kicked it out.

Qiao Yu took a deep breath, leaned against the door frame against the discomfort all over her body, and worked for a while with her still sane brain.

——The key is missing, so there are three options.

One, find a lock picker to open the door for yourself.

Second, go to a hotel nearby to make do with one night.

Three, go to the company to get a spare key.

Qiao Yu preferred the second.

But hit again - he didn't have his ID.

Because he is afraid of losing his ID card, he usually does not carry it with him.

The next step is to find a lockpicker to——

However, the mobile phone struggled to work all day and was about to run out of power.

Moreover, he didn't save the phone number of the master lockpicker.

Changing another lock would cost time and money—he had changed the lock once before because he forgot the key, and he was really reluctant to change it again this time.

What's more, he has a spare key in the company...

The only unpleasant thing is that you have to go back and forth, even if it is not blocked at night, it will take an hour and a half to go back and forth.

Just thinking about it makes me crumble.

Qiao Yu's phone was low on battery, so he reminded him again.

Ten percent left.

While there is still electricity, there is still time to call a car.

Qiao Yu called a car resignedly, went downstairs, and went back to the company to get the keys.

Four or 10 minutes later, he arrived at the company, swiped his fingerprint to lock the door, and was about to go to his workstation to get a spare key.

The company was very quiet at [-] o'clock in the middle of the night. Qiao Yu turned on the lights in his work area. He probably just came out of the darkness. The moment the lights were turned on, he felt a little dazzling.

In the process of walking towards the work station, Qiao Yu's vision gradually blurred.

He pressed down on the table next to him and stopped, screaming inwardly.

Oops--

At this fatal moment, unexpectedly... hypoglycemia committed...

Qiao Yu's eyes turned black, her whole body was weak, and her heart beat extremely fast...

His consciousness was gradually dissipating, and he slowly fell to the ground.

damn...

This kind of battle damage method is too shameless...

While Qiao Yu was still conscious, she instinctively touched the phone that fell to the ground just now, and clicked on the address book.

In this case, there's no one he can call... there doesn't seem to be...

However, the number one address book is the first choice in times of crisis...

After pressing it with his fingertips, Qiao Yu lost consciousness.

The phone was dialed, and Mu Zeyang's voice came from the opposite side.

"Qiao Yu, what's wrong with you?"

"Hello? Qiao Yu?"

"Speak, Qiao Yu!"

"Qiao Yu—"

In addition to the sound coming from the mobile phone, the sound at the front desk can also be vaguely heard.

Shen Lihui and Mu Zeyang were standing at the front desk.

Both of them had suitcases at their feet, obviously they had just returned from a business trip.

Passing by the company, Shen Lihui originally wanted to come to the company with Mu Zeyang to pick up a document, but Mu Zeyang suddenly received a call, answered it in seconds, and then his expression changed.

Qiao Yu...

The name is very familiar...

Shen Lihui was thinking to himself, but Mu Zeyang didn't hear Qiao Yu's words, so he hung up the phone and dialed again.

At the same time, Shen Lihui found that there were lights in the office area.

He was surprised: "Weird, it's so late, is there anyone still in the company?"

Mu Zeyang was about to take the elevator to leave, when he heard that, he took the mobile phone attached to his ear away——

A faint cell phone rang from the office area.

Mu Zeyang ran to the office area: "Qiao Yu—"