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Chapter 26 (2)
Zhi Xiao Liu's eyes were deep, and he said to him inscrutable: "You owe me a meal."
Assistant inexplicable: ?
Xiao Liu didn't explain Gao Leng's departure, he just went away, hiding his merits and fame.
Secretary Zhang took Su Zening to the personnel department and left in a hurry.
Su Zening was a little overwhelmed by a group of young ladies and sisters in the personnel department, and there was no chance for him to escape.
"Wow, isn't it really the new little fresh meat from the brokerage company downstairs?"
"What beautiful blue eyes."
"Call me sister, darling."
Surrounded by Su Zening, his fair cheeks were flushed with redness, and he answered the questions of the ladies and sisters in a hesitant manner. Fortunately, at this time, his temporary employee card was ready. Xingchen's employee card was an access card. To enter and exit the company's security check, different employee cards have different access control permissions. Su Zening's employee card does not have a passport, so it cannot be regarded as a job entry. He can only obtain a temporary card and only enter the gate of Xingchen Building and some places open to the public.
He can only officially enter the job after the passport is reissued.
But this has nothing to do with Su Zening.
Bringing his employee card, Su Zening squeezed out from the siege of the young ladies and prepared to slip away.
Not long after came out, ran into a staff member on the phone.
The staff member wore sunglasses, had long hair and an artist's tone, and yelled on the phone: "I'm going! There's still half an hour before the show starts before you tell me you're going to be late. Who do you think you are? But he's a little star who hasn't debuted yet, how big of a face can he have, is it possible that Rong Hang is still waiting for you?"
Something seems to be said over there!
The staff angrily hung up the phone.
A young lady next to me asked, "What's wrong, Assistant Wu, who made you so angry."
Assistant Wu was so angry: "I was put out by a little star who hasn't debuted yet. Who is going to replace him temporarily?" Guest, he was originally responsible for contacting and communicating with a small guest, who knew that the guest could not speak temporarily.
Miss Sister opened up the personnel treatment upgrade documents to Assistant Wu and handed them over.
Assistant Wu said depressedly: "What else to sign? With such a big basket, it is not necessarily that I will be fired today."
The little sister said strangely: "How did you find such an unreliable little star." They have no shortage of stars.
Assistant Wu was even more depressed: "It's not the face of him." If it wasn't for his good looks, he wouldn't go looking for that little star.
The little sister seemed to remember something and pointed to the side and said, "Face? Do you think he can do it? The little fresh meat who just joined the job knows the bottom line, and there is still time." Generally, new employees have nothing to do on the first day of their employment except for reporting. There's nothing wrong with going to a show to earn some extra money.
The good-looking employees of Xingchen Group are often dragged into variety shows to make up the number.
Assistant Wu followed her gaze.
Through the glass door of the personnel department, the black-haired, blue-eyed youth at the elevator at the entrance looked at the elevator control panel with frowning and distressed, as if wondering which key to press. The youth had fair skin, black hair, and a little big clothes, but There is an alternative fashion, with a tall and straight body, excellent proportions, eye-catching long legs, delicate facial features, blue almond eyes that are indescribably beautiful, only a strand of black hair on the head is naughty, like a cluster. Dull hair, but it makes the boy look extra cute.
Assistant Wu's eyes lit up.
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☆、Little Candy Cake's working life
Inside the studio.
Su Zening was pushed into the dressing room with a bewildered face.
Before he could say anything, he was pulled over by Assistant Wu.
In the dressing room, the female makeup artist with the comb beside her ear pressed him on the chair and wiped it on his face while complimenting him continuously: "The skin is really good, and the facial features are also good."
After a while, his makeup was finished, and the makeup artist looked at Su Zening's face with a serious look and didn't speak.
Su Zening looked at her nervously.
Is it ugly?
The makeup artist suddenly woke up, patted himself on the thigh, shook his head, intoxicated with his superb skills, and said, "Oh my God, how can I draw such a perfect person."
Are you complimenting him?
Su Zening's face turned red.
A low male voice chuckled softly from the side.
Su Zening turned his head.
On one side, the dark blue curtain was drawn, and a handsome and extraordinary man was sitting on a chair. The man only wore a simple shirt and suit pants, but he had an indescribable aura, as if he was the worthy focus of the crowd, and at this moment He looked at the make-up artist with a smile in his eyes: "You are embarrassed by other people's little brother."
Su Zening stood up excitedly——
It's Rong Hang!
The handsome boss of "Crystal Love"!
His goddess!
The makeup artist and Rong Hang are also old acquaintances. As half of Rong Hang's exclusive makeup artist, if she is not on good terms with Assistant Wu, she will not help this little brother with makeup, but the little brother's shy and handsome appearance is unexpected to her. appetite.
She chuckled and said to Rong Hang, "It looks like you are a fan of your Rong Daying actor again."
Su Zening nodded excitedly and said, "Zi Ziqian!" The name of the boss of "Crystal Love".
Rong Hang's smile froze.
The makeup artist burst out laughing. Over the years since Rong Hang's debut, the only work that is difficult to tell is "Crystal Love", which was filmed when he debuted.
Fortunately, Rong Hang breathed a sigh of relief for some reason that the broadcast time of "Crystal Love" was adjusted to late at night not long ago.
At this moment, a cool black-haired boy in a leather jacket walked in and reluctantly handed a cup of coffee to Rong Hang.
Rong Hang introduced to the makeup artist: "This is Xiao Yi, my new assistant not long ago. Xiao Yi, this is Sister Rong."
He looked at the leather jacket boy.
The leather jacket boy reluctantly said in a low voice, "Hello, Sister Rong."
Su Zening looked at the leather jacket boy curiously.
The leather jacket boy's arrogant black hair also had a pair of blue eyes, but those eyes seemed a little irritable for some reason.
Rong Hang asked Su Zening, "What's your name, are you an artist who hasn't debuted yet?"
Su Zening thought for a while and still used his current identity. He smiled and revealed two cute dimples and said, "My name is Yi Ning, and I just started an internship in the secretary department of Xingchen headquarters today."
Clang.
Xiaoyi stumbled over the chair beside him for some reason.
Rong Hang frowned and said with concern: "how is it? Are you okay?"
Xiao Yi lowered his head, hiding the shock in his eyes.
Yi Ning——
The secretariat of the Star Headquarters.
Hiding the strangeness in his eyes, Xiao Yi raised his head and said casually, "Secretary at the headquarters? Is it Mr. Fu's secretary Zhang? It's amazing."
Su Zening nodded and smiled with a guilty conscience.
Xiaoyi's eyes sank, and he said to Ronghang, "I remember that I have to deal with some things. I'll go out first." After speaking, he took his mobile phone and left.
Su Zening looked at Xiao Yi suspiciously.
I always feel that Xiao Yi is a little inexplicably familiar.
Outside the door, Xiao Yi walked to the unoccupied stairwell and made a call. After a few beeps, the other end of the phone was connected.
Xiaoyi said with a bit of uncontrollable joy in his voice: "You don't have to fall out with the old man."
"There is a me here in the stars."
"Yes, a person who replaces my name, no matter who he is, I don't care, help me get this thing straight. I'll send you his photo later."
"Go to Xingchen? I won't go. I came to Xingchen for brother Ronghang. I'm right by brother Ronghang's side. Why should I go to Xingchen? Go back? I won't go back either. Brother Rong Hang is so close, I will never go back."
After speaking, the boy hung up the phone willfully.
Xiaoyi suppressed his inner excitement, with a handsome smile on his face, returned to the dressing room and said to Su Zening, "You really look like a friend of mine, can you take a photo with me?"
As soon as Su Zening looked up, Xiaoyi had already put his shoulders on his shoulders and took a photo with his mobile phone.
Phone screen goes dark -
Photo sent successfully.
The top floor of the Star Building.
Secretary Zhang asked Xiao Liu, "Have you seen Yi Ning's passport?"
Xiao Liu shook his head and said, "Isn't it me who was connecting with Yi Ning in the early stage?"
Secretary Zhang paused while sorting out the documents, frowned, "How do you know he belongs to Yi Ning?"
Xiao Liu pointed to another assistant and said, "Didn't he bring it here after confirming it?"
The assistant raised his head suspiciously and said, "No."
He didn't even see Yi Ning's face at all.
Secretary Zhang's face changed, when the phone rang, Secretary Zhang answered the phone——
The voice of an old acquaintance on the other end of the phone came, "I just called Yi Ning, and he asked me to thank you. Today's entry went smoothly."
Secretary Zhang breathed a sigh of relief, but still frowned, "Yi Ning lost his passport? Why didn't you tell me yesterday." If he hadn't received a call from that person yesterday, he would not have taken it for granted that Yi Ning would definitely come today.
With the same black hair and blue eyes as his brother, how could there be a few half-breeds with black hair and blue eyes in the country, so how could he doubt it.
The man said in a voice: "That kid has always been careless. He told me about this, and I'm trying to find a way to make it up for him."
There was a chuckle: "I think he has been back for so long, no matter if his passport is lost or not, he should come to meet you, otherwise it will be impolite, this child is careless, and I will depend on you to take care of it in the future. ."
After hanging up the phone.
Secretary Zhang is often relieved.
It's really terrible, Lingtong Group's early visit this time really made him devastated, and he almost made such a mistake.
But who actually brought Yi Ning up?
in the studio.
Assistant Wu whispered to Su Zening: "Just do as the host said." Su Zening replaced a small role, and there was no camera.
Su Zening nodded nervously.
At this time, there was a commotion at the door, and Feng Jiaming walked in.
Su Zening was shocked: "Is Feng Jiaming also participating?"
Assistant Wu thought that Su Zening was a fan of Feng Jiaming, and smiled: "Yeah, after all, Rong Hang is here too, the other team can't be too bad." This variety show is divided into two groups, red and blue, for confrontation. Since the confrontation, Too much difference between the two coffee groups is not good.
The recording is about to start. I don't know if it's because the time is too late or the relationship is not good. Rong Hang and Feng Jiaming didn't say a few words.
Recording begins.
Su Zening was a little nervous, and seemed to sense his nervousness. Rong Hang smiled at him from a corner that the camera couldn't see.
As expected of a male god!
During the grouping, Rong Hang selected him to the blue group, and Feng Jiaming led the red group.
Under the arrangement of the program team, the two teams were evenly matched, and Rong Hangwei had some advantages. Su Zening's performance was not successful.
In the last part of the knowledge quiz, when the music was drawn, Feng Jiaming couldn't help showing a happy smile on his face.
After all, Feng Jiaming is proclaiming that she is a talented musician. If she performs well this time, Feng Jiaming will undoubtedly be able to consolidate her image.
But who knows that Rong Hang, who is not visible but not exposed, also has certain musical skills. The two were still on a par, and Feng Jiaming did not gain any obvious advantage.
A bit of anxiety appeared on Feng Jiaming's face.
Only she herself knew that this part was specially added by her program team, otherwise it would be meaningless for her to participate in this program.
One last question, choose the instrument to play based on the melody you hear.
Several strange musical instruments that ordinary people have never seen before were presented on the backstage.
Su Zening glanced at it and couldn't help but tut. The show team has a sinister intention. Although these four sets of musical instruments look very different, their timbres are very similar, but they are all very rare musical instruments.
You must know that there are tens of thousands of musical instruments in the world, and no one can guarantee that they can recognize every one of them.
For example, the one in the middle is the traditional Austrian zither, which is very small in China, and many people may have never heard it, let alone seen it.
A crisp and melodious voice resounded like a spring on the stage, Su Zening's ears perked up, and he hummed the melody silently in his heart.
Then the music stopped abruptly.
Rong Hang and Feng Jiaming both had hesitation in their eyes.
Su Zening was about to press the quick answer button.
Feng Jiaming saw that they were moving, and immediately pressed the quick answer button.
Su Zening was a step too late.
It was Feng Jiaming who answered.
The strange thing is that Feng Jiaming did not rush to answer, but looked down on the stage, his eyes fell on a person.
The man secretly used the script to cover up and gestured a four, but due to the angle, only Su Zening saw it on the stage.
Su Zening's eyes widened——
Is Feng Jiaming cheating?
At this time, Feng Jiaming breathed a sigh of relief and said to the host: "Mountain dulcimer."
The host smiled and said, "Yes, congratulations—"
"No, it's not." A crisp young voice sounded from the blue team.
Everyone's eyes turned to this side.
The one who made the sound was the black-haired, blue-eyed boy in the blue team.
Su Zening couldn't help but take a step back under the gazes of everyone. The gazes of so many people made it difficult for him to adapt.
Feng Jiaming's eyes flashed impatiently, but she still said warmly, "What's wrong?"
Su Zening looked at the four musical instruments in the middle of the stage, thinking of the time when he was friends with music, he firmly said, "It's not the mountain dulcimer."
Feng Jiaming was stunned for a moment, and she couldn't help looking at the person who put her down on the stage. Seeing the affirmative gaze, she felt confident and said, "You may be mistaken, I'm pretty sure it's the mountain dulcimer, two types of dulcimer. The sound of the instruments is a bit similar, are you mistaken?"
The host also came out and said: "Our answer is mountain dulcimer."
Su Zening shook his head and said, "It's very similar, but there are subtle differences between the two tones, one is clearer."
Seeing that the host had announced the answer, Feng Jiaming didn't want to entangle with Su Zening and said directly, "I suggest this friend go back and listen to the difference between the two musical instruments. I'm pretty sure it was the mountain dulcimer just now."
The black-haired, blue-eyed boy went beyond everyone's expectations, and stepped onto the strange instrument with many strings in the middle, and put his hands on the strings without hesitation or hesitation.
Ten fingers pressed and slid, and a series of smooth melodies had flowed out. Standing in front of the instrument, the young man seemed to be glowing. On this stage, he was the only focus of everyone's attention.
Everyone present could hear a little bit of musical background. This passage is the melody just now, and the timbre is also very consistent.
The host was even more surprised. The melody just now was actually played randomly from the music library, but the teenager played it after listening to it once. Is it a coincidence?
It should be a teenager who might just happen to know this part.
Otherwise, who can play the melody after listening to it once? Still with this weird instrument.
Feng Jiaming obviously heard that his face turned pale, but he remained calm.
After playing for a while, Su Zening said confidently to the crowd: "It should be a zither, this musical instrument comes from Austria." The confidence in the boy's eyes cannot be questioned.
Feng Jiaming stepped forward and said, "The difference in sound between the mountain dulcimer and the zither is so small, how can you be sure that what you just heard is the zither? Could it be that you know better than the experts about the professional answers given by experts?"
The teenager pursed his lips and added: "If you don't believe me, I can play the mountain dulcimer again, so you can hear the difference."
Feng Jiaming sneered: "Who are you? Why should we waste our precious time listening to you play it again."
The host sighed, she recognized the talent of the young man very much, but their show is not a live broadcast, it has to be edited later, Feng Jiaming is a big coffee, and a crime like a teenager will be sealed by Jiaming. How to cut it.
Even as long as Feng Jiaming insists, this section will not appear on the show.
In order to avoid further deterioration of the situation, the host is about to end this section.
Suddenly a voice came from below the stage—
"Then you play it again." A deep male voice suddenly appeared.
Su Zening lowered his head, his blue eyes shone with light, it was Fu Xiao.
Others looked surprised when they saw Fu Xiao, but looked at actor Rong Hang and seemed to understand something.
There have been rumors some time ago that after the contract period between Rong Hang and Xingchen expires, he does not want to renew the contract but wants to set up his own studio. With this value, let President Fu take a trip in person.
Fu Xiao looked at the young boy who seemed to be glowing on the stage, and said that sentence in a heartbeat for some reason. On the one hand, he really appreciates the talent of the young man, on the other hand, he always feels that the young man is somewhat familiar and inexplicable.
"Fu Xiao—" Feng Jiaming couldn't help but said.
When he does so, where does he put himself.
Fu Xiao glanced at her lightly, Feng Jiaming's heart was cold, and he didn't dare to say anything.
Since the last dinner with Director Angus, Feng Jiaming can clearly feel that Dao Fu Xiao's attitude towards her has changed. The most direct change in Fu Xiao's attitude is that of Secretary Zhang's. The various resources of Xingchen are no longer open to her as they were before.
Fu Xiao retracted his gaze and said to the boy on the stage, "Prove it to us that you are not wrong."
The black-haired and blue-eyed boy nodded, with a smile on his lips, he walked to the mountain dulcimer, and looked down on the stage confidently—
Then the melodious melody came out smoothly.
Similar and very different from just now.
The truth is about to come out, and the young man is right.
After recording is finished.
Su Zening happily ran to Fu Xiao, full of joy and wanted to be praised.
He just did well.
Fu Xiao gave him a very cold look and said, "Yi Ning, since you have come to Xingchen for an internship, you must abide by Xingchen's rules and regulations. Don't be foolish like you just did." Although he and Yi Ning are of a generation, but Due to his special background, Yi Ning lived abroad since he was a child, and the age difference between the two is huge. Although they are family friends, they have hardly met each other.
But he also understood why Yi Ning was only hired now.
Being in a relationship with a noble family, he would let Yi Ning come to Xingchen, but this did not mean that Yi Ning could be unscrupulous.
Su Zening's enthusiasm was extinguished by a basin of ice water——
correct.
He is Yi Ning now.
Su Zening dejectedly followed Fu Xiao back to the top floor.
Fu Xiao didn't go back to the office, but went directly into the conference room next to the office.
It was during the noon break, and the other assistants in the office went out to eat.
Secretary Zhang handed the thick pile of precautions to Su Zening and said, "If your passport is not ready, you will not be able to join the job. This is what you need to pay attention to when you join as the life assistant of President Fu in the future. You should take it home and remember it. , wait for the passport to be completed before going to work officially."
Su Zening looked at the thick stack of precautions and decided that he would never appear as Yi Ning again in the future.
Write all this down, how is it possible?
Moreover, Yi Ning's identity could not stand scrutiny.
Secretary Zhang has called up the future life assistant without any burden: "Mr. Fu and I are going to the conference room to discuss things. Bring me two glasses of water."
Su Zening brought two cups of hot water in a glass and placed it carefully beside Fu Xiao and Secretary Zhang.
He secretly looked at Fu Xiao.
A serious working man frowns slightly, his jaw line is tough, his facial features are well-defined, and his eyelashes are dense and curled. He has a special charm when he is immersed in his work.
Su Zening couldn't help thinking.
Big smelly socks are really handsome
Secretary Zhang directly asked Su Zening impolitely, "Why are you bringing hot water?"
Su Zening was at a loss, hot water, what happened?
Secretary Zhang raised his head and said sternly: "President Fu drinks pure mountain spring water at about 4 degrees Celsius, which is placed in the constant temperature freezer in the tea room. And I only drink ice water during working hours. These are all the precautions I just gave you. As Mr. Fu's life assistant, how can you not even remember the preferences of the people around Mr. Fu?"
But the precautions you just gave me.
and
I don't believe your nonsense.
Secretary Zhang he did not know.
Fu Xiao obviously drinks water of any temperature at home.
After being criticized by Secretary Zhang, he wanted to refute it, but he had to bow his head under the eaves. He took a deep breath and said with humiliation, "Okay, I remember it, and this kind of problem will not occur in the future."
He couldn't help but look down at Fu Xiao!
Screaming inside! Someone is bullying your cat!
Fu Xiao looked at the dejected aura of the young secretary, and somehow remembered his own sweet candy. He raised his head and looked at the boy. The boy's eyes were still wearing the previous makeup, and there was a hint of makeup in the corners of his eyes. Blushing, blue almond eyes staring straight at himself, inexplicably familiar, he was stunned for a moment.
The young man's eyes moved.
Fu Xiao regained his senses, looked away at the contract in his hand, and said in a light voice, "It's time for a break from get off work at noon, you should go home and wait for the official entry."
Although he and Secretary Zhang have preferences, they are not picky.
Secretary Zhang just used this matter to make Yi Ning not relax.
only
The boy looked into his eyes.
Always make him unbearable.
The young man who has never suffered, I am afraid that he is very tired after this morning. Fortunately, let the young man go back to rest. Anyway, according to the company's system, he has no way to formally join the job.
get off work!
Su Zening breathed a sigh of relief and left without looking back.
Fu Xiao's rest room.
The exhausted Su Zening collapsed on Fu Xiao's bed.
so tired
A soft blue light flashed. In the pile of clothes, a white cat that seemed to be ravaged by people lay on all fours upside down.
Those hard-earned sugar cakes earned from variety shows in the afternoon decided to secretly hide them in the corner of Fu Xiao's cloakroom.
It's hard to work, and it's hard to make money.
With a sigh, the white cat pushed open the door of the rest room and walked out.
He saw Fu Xiao and Secretary Zhang who were still talking in the conference room, drinking from the steaming water glasses on the table.
then
The snow-white cat walked into the meeting room proudly and gracefully.
Fu Xiao saw the little sugar cake that he hadn't seen all morning, his eyes softened a lot, put the document aside, stretched out his hand and said, "Come here, little sugar cake."
The snow-white cat ignored Fu Xiao's actions, jumped onto the conference table, and walked to Secretary Zhang.
The white cat flicked its tail, stretched out its paws and pushed forward the cup with hot water, and pushed it to Secretary Zhang.
Secretary Zhang was flattered and asked, "Does the little sugar cake want me to drink water?"
Didn't you say you don't drink hot water?
Then I'll see if you drink or not.
The white cat tilted its head, looking at Secretary Zhang with blue eyes full of expectation, and let out a hypocritical sweet meow.
Secretary Zhang immediately picked up the water glass and drank it without hesitation: "How does Little Sugar Cake know that I'm thirsty? It's so good and obedient."
What are you drinking now?
The white cat's tail slammed heavily on the table.
fraud!
The corner of Fu Xiao's mouth curled into a smile, and he teased Secretary Zhang, "Don't you drink hot water?"
Secretary Zhang raised his eyebrows: "How can Yi Ning be compared with Little Sugar Cake?"
The white cat pricked its tail, sneered, and turned its back to Secretary Zhang.
snort! Humanity!
Secretary Zhang was confused.
He didn't do anything, what happened to the little sugar cake?
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☆、Grandpa Fu's intuition
Secretary Zhang recently found out that Little Sugar Cake doesn't like him anymore.
In the past, when he went to Mr. Fu's house, the little sugar cake would not come up to rub him like he did to Mr. Fu, but he would not resist his touch.
And now-
The little sugar cake squatted on the table and ate his cat food, and the fluffy broom-like tail was attached to the table and swept happily.
Every now and then the blue eyes gleamed with joy.
It makes people happy to look at it.
President Fu is in the study.
Secretary Zhang, who was waiting in the living room, pushed on his gold-rimmed glasses with a smile on his lips. He casually walked to the table and put his hand on the smooth white back of the small sugar cake.
However, the little sugar cake has a flash of flexibility.
Secretary Zhang's hand fluttered abruptly.
His smile was stiff at the corner of his mouth, he looked down at the small sugar cake, and found that the snow-white cat turned his head to look at him, and his sapphire-like eyes looked straight at him.
It was his delusion.
How could he feel that Little Sugar Cake was avoiding him on purpose.
Secretary Zhang did not believe in evil and put his hand up again.
This time he was definitely not delusional.
The white cat nimbly got away from under his hand, turned to look at him, a pair of blue eyes full of don't bother me, a few words.
Then he lowered his head, took his small pink bowl to the other side of the table, and pointed his butt to Secretary Zhang.
Secretary Zhang: ...
He frowned slightly, puzzled, he didn't do anything recently, why did Little Sugar Cake change his attitude so much.
When Fu Xiao went downstairs to see this scene, he couldn't help but chuckle and shook his head.
I don't know what happened to his little ancestor.
He has also been a little cold to him lately.
Secretary Zhang touched his nose awkwardly and said, "Little Candy Cake used to like me quite a bit."
I sneered in my heart, burying my head and eating the small sugar cake of cat rice.
Oh, human beings!
Although it was a weekend, Secretary Zhang handed over the latest letter of intent for cooperation from Lingtong Group to President Fu at the first time. Secretary Zhang frowned and waited for Fu Xiao to read it.
Fu Xiao looked a little playful after reading it, and handed the letter of intent for cooperation to Secretary Zhang.
Secretary Zhang opened it and took a look.
A cat was playing with a blue ball of yarn on the soft carpet under their feet.
The thread of the ball of wool toy has been loosened, and Little Sugar Cake casually patted the ball of wool with a pink pad. In fact, his ears were erect, and he was eavesdropping on the conversation between Fu Xiao and Secretary Zhang.
Playing with a ball of yarn is just his disguise.
He is not interested in this kind of toy.
However, Lingtong Group!
The little sugar cake was biting absentmindedly holding the ball of wool. He always felt that this group was always full of variables.
The furry claws patted at will, and the blue wool ball rolled away.
Hey, how did the wool ball run far-
Don't go!
Secretary Zhang has finished reading and closed the letter of intent, with a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
Fu Xiao rubbed the knuckles of his thumb and looked at the small candy cakes playing on the carpet. The balls of yarn kept rolling, and the white dumplings ran around the room chasing the balls of yarn, full of energy.
Fu Xiao was in a happy mood and said to Secretary Zhang, "What do you think?"
Secretary Zhang hesitated: "It's too good."
Lingtong's international cooperation this time is very sincere, but Secretary Zhang felt that this kind of sincerity was too much. They just sent a team to tentatively make some requests. In fact, they were ready, the other party refused, and then proceeded After several rounds of negotiations, Lingtong Group agreed to all of them.
It's kind of weird.
Fu Xiao lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "President Kong seems to be a native of his own country?"
Secretary Zhang was stunned. According to the data, Kong always grew up in his own country and then started his own business abroad.
Fu Xiao's eyes were deep and he said, "Check it out." He had contact with Kong Linghe several times, and Kong Linghe seemed to be hiding deeply.
Secretary Zhang nodded, his mouth moved, and he hesitated.
In fact, there was one more thing he wanted to say, and that was Yi Ning.
Because he didn't find the monitoring of Yi Ning entering the elevator.
Fu Xiao is a person who pays great attention to sex, and there is no camera monitoring in the top-floor office area of Xingchen.
The only one monitoring is at the elevator entrance. Because as long as he wants to enter the top floor of Xingchen, he can only use the elevator, but he has not found anyone to bring Yi Ning up.
He suspects that the monitoring has been tampered with, and that some of the assistants are not clean.
What puzzled him was what the other party wanted to do?
It took so much trouble to send a person up, but nothing was done.
Yes, he was sure the other party did nothing.
He told President Fu, and President Fu asked him to investigate the details of Yi Ning and his assistants.
However, Yi Ning has lived abroad since he was a child. Although the Yi family still has shares in Xingchen over the years, the entire focus has shifted outward. It is very difficult to investigate and takes time.
Today, his subordinates told him that there is absolutely no whereabouts of Yi Ning in the country.
Just like Yi Ning has never returned to China, there is no information about Yi Ning's necessities, and even the phone number he left is wrong. They could only passively wait for Yi Ning to appear again.
At this moment, the housekeeper walked in with an ugly look and whispered softly beside Fu Xiao.
The housekeeper knew Fu Xiao's character, and would not come in to disturb Fu Xiao if it wasn't for something very important.
Sure enough, Fu Xiao was silent for a moment and said, "Let her in."
Secretary Zhang winked at Fu Xiao and said, "Mr. Fu, I'll leave if I have nothing to do."
As for Yi Ning's matter, he still waits for more news and reports to President Fu.
After Secretary Zhang left, Fu Xiao sat on the sofa and was lost in rare thought.
His brows twitched, his dark eyes staring out the window a little trance.
The little sugar cake finally rolled the ball of wool back under Fu Xiao's feet, sweating profusely, stepping on the ball with one paw, raising her sapphire eyes to look at Fu Xiao. Is it his delusion?
He felt that Fu Xiao now seemed unhappy.
Is it because of the woman the housekeeper calls her?
The white cat walked to Fu Xiao's feet, nimbly climbed up from Fu Xiao's feet, got into Fu Xiao's arms, put its paws on Fu Xiao's shoulders, and leaned its furry head against Fu Xiao's face, meowing non-stop.
Candy cane is no longer a kitten.
But his cry was still a little milky voice like a kitten, sweet and greasy with a bit of a whimper.
Fu Xiao held the small candy cake and rubbed his face on the cat's face.
The man's low voice with a hint of magnetism sounded on the side of the little sugar cake's ear: "Are you worried about me?"
"Meow." Little Sugar Cake answered arrogantly.
Not at all.
"Axiao." An old female voice sounded from behind. The visitor finally arrived.
The little sugar cake looked in the direction of the voice.
A pale-haired woman in her 60s and 70s followed the housekeeper and sat on the other end of the sofa.
The woman was dressed in luxurious clothes, and the jade necklace on the neck of the small sugar cake was worth a lot of money, not to mention other things, but don't know why the old woman did have a sad face that couldn't be wiped away, and the whole person was very thin, like Only an empty shell remains.
The woman couldn't help coughing a few times while sitting on the sofa, as if she was not well.
Although the butler looked bad, he still politely asked, "Mrs. Song, what would you like to drink?"
The old woman said to the housekeeper, "Black tea is all you need."
She looked at the glass of ice water in front of Fu Xiao, her eyes darkened slightly, and her heart ached when she thought of what happened in the past.
Mrs. Song?
There is only one person who can be called Mrs. Song.
Fu Xiao's grandmother.
The little sugar cake immediately remembered, and the cat's pupils as clear as sea water looked at Fu Xiao worriedly.
Is he okay?
Fu Xiao leaned on the sofa, his dark eyes couldn't show his emotions, and he asked the old woman lightly, "Why did you come out of the sanatorium."
The old woman didn't seem to care about Fu Xiao's impoliteness at all, she smiled at Fu Xiao and said, "I'm getting old and my body is not good enough. I don't know how many times I can see you. Come and take a look while you are still awake. you."
She knew that A Xiao was reluctant to see her, and she understood the reason.
Although she tried her best to stop all that, but it didn't work. Like her husband, she felt guilty about her cherished daughter since childhood. When things became more and more difficult to control, facing her mad daughter and her mad husband, the only thing she could do was to protect her as much as possible. Xiao.
Later, her husband died.
Grandpa Axiao took Axiao back to Fu's house. She takes care of her daughter at the Song family.
Since then, she has not seen A Xiao for more than ten years.
When saw Axiao again, Axiao was no longer a child in memory, but an excellent and ambitious adult.
He annexed all the businesses under the Song family, and even bought the Song house.
More than ten years later, the fragile child returned to the Song House as a master.
Although she has lived in a nursing home these years, Fu Xiao rarely sees her, but as long as she wants something in the nursing home, she will appear in front of her in a few days if there is no accident.
These are all done by Axiao.
She knew that she would not live long, but she still had one thing on her mind.
Mrs. Song tremblingly pulled out a yellowed case from her carry-on bag and handed it to Fu Xiao: "I know you hate her, but I want you to see that Song Qin has fallen ill not long after her divorce from Fu Yunxi."
The little sugar cake crawled along Fu Xiao's knee, and looked at the case curiously. The case was old, but the handwriting was clear for a long time. It said that the patient Song Qin was diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Little Sugar Cake looked at Fu Xiao hesitantly.
Is Fu Xiao's mother doing this because she suffers from schizophrenia?
Fu Xiao didn't even raise his head, and said indifferently, "That's it?"
Mrs. Song was taken aback, she did not expect Fu Xiao's reaction at all.
As if not caring at all.
Fu Xiao took back the small candy cake on his knees and said indifferently, "These have nothing to do with me."
Mrs. Song's weak face couldn't help but bring excitement: "Aqin is your mother. She only treats you like that when she's sick. She can't control herself, she's just sick."
Fu Xiao seemed to have lost patience. He picked up the small sugar cake and said to the housekeeper, "Mrs. Song is not well, so I will send her back to the sanatorium."
The housekeeper nodded and walked to Mrs. Song's side in a gentle voice but with a hint of refusal: "Mrs. Song, come with me."
Mrs. Song stood up tremblingly, sighed helplessly and left, and finally left only one sentence: "Go and see her. She has been in a mental hospital for many years, and her condition has improved a lot."
"Didn't you ask me when you were a child why she didn't like you?"
"You can ask her yourself now."
"Axiao, don't make yourself regret it."
in the study.
The small sugar cake got in through the small door below, shook his head, and the heavy curtains in the study were drawn, but the lights were not turned on.
In the dark, smoke filled, Fu Xiao sat in front of the desk, holding a cigarette in his hand, lit half of his face with a red fire. His handsome profile face could not be seen clearly, and Little Sugar Cake sneezed sensitively.
Zhan blue eyes looked at Fu Xiao, raised his head to look at Fu Xiao, and there was a delicate and tender cat meow in his mouth.
Fu Xiao stood up and put out the cigarette in the ashtray. The crystal ashtray was full of cigarette butts. He opened the curtains and opened the windows for ventilation.
At the foot of Fu Xiao, the small sugar cake runway, nimble and skilled, climbed up along Fu Xiao's long thighs.
Fu Xiao was a little lazy. In the past, he would hold the sugar cake, but today, for some reason, he wanted to see how the sugar cake would be if he didn't do that.
It was as if he knew that Fu Xiao was in a bad mood.
The little sugar cake that climbed down from Fu Xiao changed his route again, climbed up the windowsill, stuck his head out, and stared at him with his big blue almond cat pupils motionless.
One man and one cat stared at each other.
Fu Xiao felt that he saw concern and worry in a cat's eyes.
Then, Sugar Cake jumped on him. The white cat hooked his clothes with its claws, lay on his shoulders, and kept pawing and rubbing against Fu Xiao with its claws.
Anyway, like a large glutinous rice dumpling, it stuck to Fu Xiao and couldn't get off.
Somewhat conscientious.
In the dark, Fu Xiao, who was rubbed and patted again and again, couldn't help but snorted with a smile.
Immediately, Fu Xiao himself was a little stunned.
He could also feel the joy in that soft hum, as if the empty corner of his heart had been filled.
He held the small sugar cake that kept rubbing against him in his arms.
Fu Xiao stroked the hair of the little candy cake and hugged him a little bit, the hot warmth came from his arms, and the little candy cake in his arms meowed in dissatisfaction.
Such warmth belongs to him.
In the evening, Mr. Fu sent another communication.
In Fu Xiao's arms, the small candy cake was brought in front of the camera. On the screen, only his big cat face could be seen.
Mr. Fu said with a smile: "Lingtong's cooperation has been negotiated?"
Fu Xiao took the small sugar cake back for a while, and then said, "We're still talking."
Mr. Fu was wearing a hospital gown, but he said with a lot of energy: "Fu Wei also participated in this cooperation, and I heard that he performed well."
Fu Xiao hummed lazily, the little sugar cake in his arms kept making noise, and kept trying to climb up to the table.
Mr. Fu, who spanned more than half of the Pacific Ocean, looked at the lively little sugar cake with love in his eyes. Seeing that the little sugar cake had grown into a lot of oily and smooth body, he moved in his heart: "Little sugar cake, do you miss grandpa? Grandpa also Miss you. How about grandpa picking you up?"
Immediately, his eyes lit up and he said to Fu Xiao, "Axiao, make arrangements. Can you take over the small sugar cake?"
On the other end of the communication line, his handsome, handsome and steady eldest grandson's deep voice came: "Ah, the signal is a little bad."
"I didn't hear what you said."
"Okay, I have something to do here, let's talk next time."
Then the communication hangs up.
Mr. Fu looked at the tablet suspiciously. Is the signal bad?
He is fine here.
However, he saw that Ah Xiao and Xiao Tang Kuo got along very well.
When he returns, Ah Xiao will not fail to return the sugar cake to him.
Um.
probably not.
Ah Xiao is not that kind of person.
Mr. Fu smiled confidently, feeling that he was really old, how could he think about these impossible things all day long.
☆、The audition of the small sugar cake
Fu Xiao rubbed his forehead with a headache.
What a joke.
He did not intend to return the small sugar cake.
Sugar Cake is already his cat.
How to deal with Mr. Fu is a problem.
Fu Xiao lowered his head and thought, do you want to buy another cat for Mr. Fu?
Immediately, he looked at the candy cane holding his tail on the table and shook his head.
The last time he just touched the kittens outside, the little sugar cake was so angry that he used his butt to hit him all day.
If he brought back a kitten, the little vinegar spirit, Little Sugar Cake, would be so angry that he would run away from home.
What's more, the relationship between the little sugar cake and the old man is more of a kind of fate and fetters, and it is not something that other kittens can replace.
Let's talk about it later.
The old man can't come and snatch his cat. If he doesn't send it back, the old man probably has nothing to do with him.
Fu Xiao made up his mind without any guilt. On the other side of the Pacific, Mr. Fu would not know that his cat no longer belonged to him because of what he entrusted to him.
The next day, Little Sugar Cake squatted in the middle of the yard and routinely licked the cats in the yard.
Since the last time Xiaotangcake scratched Deng Hui, the status of Xiaotangcake in the cat group has been significantly improved, and the cats began to recognize Xiaotangcake from the heart. Also very proud that Little Sugar Cake is their boss.
The cat population is also growing gradually.
corner of the yard.
The raccoon mother cat plays with her three kittens.
The kittens that are only the size of their palms like the sugar cake very much. The pure white third child is the most curious, and he walks tremblingly. One step.
Little Sugar Cake carefully took the little white cat from her body, looked at the little white cat with serious blue eyes and said seriously, "I am your boss, so I can't just crawl."
The little white cat looked at the small candy cake with bright eyes, then meowed happily, and crawled towards the small candy cake with perseverance.
Ugh!
The small sugar cake gave up big.
Such a small kitten is completely unreasonable.
After a while, standing majestic and majestic on the small sugar cake in the middle of the yard, three small dumplings climbed up.
Xiaotangcake was stiff all over, and he didn't dare to move. He let the three kittens step on him. He turned his head and looked around, and saw the two cats, Xiaohei and silly Baitian, licking and licking as if no one else was beside him.
Little Sugar Cake couldn't help rolling her eyes.
Is it really okay for two adult cats to be so sticky?
"Little Candy Cake." Fu Xiao walked out with a bow, and saw Little Candy Cake obediently squatting in the middle of the yard, letting the three kittens step on him, and couldn't help feeling a little distressed.
His little sugar cake has always stepped on other cats, and when has it been stepped on by other cats?
Not even a kitten. It's neither light nor heavy. What should do if it hurts the hair of the little sugar cake?
Pick up the three kittens and put them on the ground.
The pure white kitten sniffed at Fu Xiao's hand, seemed to recognize Fu Xiao, raised his head in surprise, and walked towards Fu Xiao tremblingly.
Fu Xiao did not forget the last time.
He turned his head, and sure enough, his white cat was still sitting very calmly and noble, but his jewel-like eyes stared at him motionless.
The fluffy tail behind him hit the ground with great force.
Fu Xiao resisted the urge to raise the corners of his mouth, and walked around the kitten without looking sideways, walked to the small sugar cake, and picked it up.
The marshmallow-like cat lay on Fu Xiao's body softly and contentedly, and let out a arrogant meow.
That's more or less.
Fu Xiao picked up the sapphire-encrusted bow in his hand, and gestured to the thick snow-white collar hair like a lion's mane.
Little Sugar Cake curiously looked at the bow in Fu Xiao's hand.
Since the last dinner party, the housekeeper's grandfather has made a series of bows in various colors for him, so that Fu Xiao can take him to various dinner parties.
Where is Fu Xiao taking him?
Fu Xiao opened the bow.
The small sugar cake stretched his neck in cooperation.
Fu Xiao fastened the bow with his slender fingers: "I'll take you to Director Angus to audition later."
Little Sugar Cake's eyes lit up all of a sudden.
Angus director.
Is that fat fish?
Selling the audition for Hue Exchange?
Fu Xiao saw Little Sugar Cake's bright eyes.
He couldn't help laughing. He stretched out his fingers and tapped the fluffy head of the small sugar cake: "The set is not as easy as you think, so don't come back crying."
"Meow." Little Sugar Cake pulled the bow to the front with his paws, raised his tail, raised his head and shouted proudly.
He won't.
Fu Xiao shook his head.
Immediately, he was stunned. Since he realized that Little Sugar Cake is very smart, he seems to have gradually become accustomed to communicating with Little Sugar Cake. He is not surprised at all when talking to and Little Sugar Cake like this.
But what about this.
Fu Xiao's hand gently placed on the head of the small sugar cake.
The little sugar cake closed his eyes, rubbed happily on his hand, and purred happily from his mouth.
That's enough.
At the door, the driver is ready.
Fu Xiao was about to get into the car with a small sugar cake.
Secretary Zhang's phone came suddenly. On the phone, there were urgent matters in the company that needed to be handled.
Fu Xiao frowned and hung up the phone, hesitantly looking at the little sugar cake.
If you bring a small sugar cake to the audition, the company will be too late.
The little sugar cake obediently bowed to Fu Xiao.
Work is the most important thing, and earn some small dried fish.
A smile flashed across Fu Xiao's darkened eyes, scratching Xiao Tang's chin, and made the decision he regretted the most today, asking the housekeeper to bring Xiao Tang to the audition.
After Fu Xiao left, Little Sugar Cake looked at the group of cats in the yard full of Ju Neng and sighed.
Although Silly Baitian drags cat food and canned cat food from her home every time, it's a drop in the bucket.
All the cats in the cat group can eat it.
Especially fat oranges.
After starving himself for a while, it came back.
This time he seemed to vow to make up for everything he had missed.
Every time it swept through the clouds, Little Sugar Cake wondered if it could really get out?
Of course, every time it shoved itself out like a magic trick.
Being the boss is really stressful. Every day he has to go to the warehouse to see how much cat food he has left, and he secretly calculates how long it will last.
God knows why he is a cat to think about all this, just make a cat bald.
And Fu Mingming doesn't know why he hasn't come for many days, and the cat food has bottomed out.
When he earns the Angus Fatty money, how is he going to convert it into cat food?
Looking at the group of cats playing happily behind him, Little Sugar Cake lay on the ground and shook his furry head sadly.
Oh, the heights are so cold~
Who can understand the troubles of the boss?
"Little candy cake." A familiar and energetic female voice sounded at the door.
The little sugar cake suddenly stood up, opened four paws and walked towards the door——
Here comes the cat food.
No, it was Fu Mingming who came.
Little Sugar Cake happily squatted beside Fu Mingming, her fluffy tail kept wagging, and her sapphire eyes were full of anticipation.
What about cat food?
What about cat treats?
What about small fish?
How come there is nothing.
Fu Mingming was flattered and looked at Little Sugar Cake. She hadn't come for a while, why was Little Sugar Cake so enthusiastic. Forget about her this time, since she saw her cousin last time, she didn't dare to come at all.
This time, when she saw her cousin leaving in a car outside the door, she dared to drive in.
After confirming again and again that there is nothing under Fu Mingming's feet.
Sugar Cake walked away in a very realistic manner.
"Miss Mingming is here." The housekeeper was about to take Xiao Tangcake out for the audition. He said apologetically, "It's a pity that I'm going to bring Xiao Tangcake to the audition today, and the young master is gone too."
"It's okay." Hearing that Fu Xiao was gone, Fu Mingming was obviously relieved. She opened her trunk and said to the housekeeper, "This is the cat food this time."
Because haven't come here for a long time, this time, the cat food sent by the audience and the cat food that was given as a gift to the small sugar cake has accumulated a lot. If she doesn't send it again, her nest will be full
Little Candy Cake's ears trembled, and immediately turned around and rubbed Fu Mingming's feet with a false smile.
Fu Mingming picked up the sugar cake in surprise.
In the past, the little sugar cake that she had rarely held in her arms obediently let her hold it in her arms, and her tail was still rubbing around her hand.
Seeing this, the housekeeper smiled and said, "Little candy cake misses Miss Mingming."
Fu Mingming was so moved that he cried: "I also want a small candy cake." The small candy cake is a lot heavier, it seems to be a little fatter, fleshy, and feels better when kneaded.
She held the little sugar cake in her arms and couldn't help but kissed the little head of the little sugar cake.
Looking at Fu Mingming's enlarged face in front of him, the complicated little sugar cake hesitated again and again, and finally refused to sell the color for cat food. The pink meat pad pressed Fu Mingming's close face, and glanced his head aside without hesitation.
He is a cat with a bottom line.
Fu Mingming, who was rejected, was not angry, and she asked the housekeeper, "Where is Little Sugar Cake going to audition?"
The housekeeper thought about it carefully and said, "It seems to be a movie directed by Angus."
Fu Mingming's eyes lit up: "Is "Ruga" directed by Angus?" The most recent collaboration between Xingchen and Angus director is "Ruge", which is one of the most famous legends in this country in the world , like Alaba's "Alaba's Lamp" and Yunmai's "Ocean Princess". It tells the story of an ancient legendary singer who traveled westward. In the story, the protagonist has a cat who accompanies the protagonist all the way. Some scholars even believe that the cat is a symbol of God in the story.
As a fan of director Angus, Fu Mingming is of course very clear.
The housekeeper nodded: "It seems to be the name."
Fu Mingming excitedly held the hand of the housekeeper's grandfather: "Let me take the little sugar cake. I'm driving today, and I have nothing to do. Let me go."
The housekeeper's grandpa was hesitant. These two days were originally the days of cleaning the villa, so he would be extra busy.
Fu Mingming's eyes were full of anticipation.
The housekeeper's grandfather saw how Little Sugar Cake was obediently staying in Fu Mingming's arms, smiled and said, "Okay."
It is said that it is an audition, but in fact, the little sugar cake that hugs Angus's thigh has long been exempted from the test.
Today is actually to take a makeup photo.
Director Angus, who worked himself, was at the shooting site of the make-up photo.
"Are you wood?"
"Sad, sad, do you know what that means?"
"Do you think I'm funny?"
"No? Then why do you look like you want to laugh or not to cry?"
"What, are you nervous? Shouldn't it be me who is nervous, because my reputation is about to fall on your hands."
Director Angus, known as the tyrant of the studio, stood there, and the entire studio was eerily quiet except for his irritable voice.
As a young actor who has always been famous for his outstanding acting skills in the fresh meat, he already felt that his breathing was wrong.
At this time, Fu Mingming followed the manager to the scene.
The little sugar cake jumped out of Fu Mingming's arms in a very colorful way, and walked straight towards Director Angus. A pair of US contact lenses looked directly at Director Angus.
Director Angus was surprised and happy. He hugged Little Candy Cake and said, "Little Candy Cake still remembers me."
He held the candy cane in one hand and kneaded the candy cane in the other.
But his technique of cuddling cats is really bad, and Little Sugar Cake is not at all pleasant. If he always plays cats like this, Little Sugar Cake is not surprised at all why cats don't like him.
However, as a small sugar cake who entered the group through the back door, he has a very professional ethics. He rubbed against Angus without saying a word, and made false purrs in his mouth that only cats would make when they were happy, coaxing Angus into success. Full of feeling.
After the little sugar cakes were done, Angus was in a much better mood. He said to the little fresh meat like wood, "You come down first, and the sugar cakes come first."
Xiao Xianrou heaved a sigh of relief and ran down like his butt was on fire.
As a cat, Little Sugar Cake doesn't need to fix the makeup. He will let Fu Xiao comb his hair with a small comb in his mouth every night, so the hair is in good condition. The makeup artist brushes it and envies: "Little Sugar Cake has really good hair. Well, that's a lot, if only I had that much hair."
After combing, the little sugar cake stood right in front of the camera, waving his tail carelessly.
Fu Mingming was not worried at all. She often took pictures of Candy Cake, but she knew that the camera shot of Candy Cake was very strong.
how to say
Probably no matter what state it was in before the photo was taken, the small sugar cake can be adjusted to the perfect photo state immediately.
"3—"
"2"
"1"
"Crack-"
The little sugar cake raised his head, tilted his head, and gradually his ears moved slightly, and the blue-gold mixed almond cat looked at the camera with watery eyes.
"Perfect."
"nice."
"A few more."
Angus was very satisfied with the photo. He turned to Xiaoxianrou and said, "Even the cat is better than you, why? Did you show all your acting skills on the day of the audition?"
The little fresh meat who was about to cry: …
The clicking sound keeps ringing, and every time the kitten in front of the camera can adjust its state to the best.
The photographer gets more and more vigorous and poses more and more strangely.
In the last photo, the cameraman has almost been stuck to the ground, and the camera has been slammed into the face of the little sugar cake.
The little sugar cake with excellent psychological quality has no trouble in his heart.
click-
After the photo was taken, the photographer excitedly patted his thigh.
This photo is absolutely the pinnacle.
The people who saw the projection on the screen couldn't help but open their mouths.
In the photo, it is the pupil of a cat.
The cat's pupils are enlarged to the extreme, and the photos are filled with extremely layered azure blue and pale gold. The color is mysterious and deep, and people can't help but be attracted by one eye at first glance. That eye seems to be full of The entire universe seems to have nothing at all.
Like a god overlooking the world, merciful but indifferent.
And the owner of these eyes.
The little sugar cake yawned and patted his mouth with his paws. By the way, he couldn't help licking his paws, and rolled on the ground.
So tired!
Money is hard to come by!
Director Angus said excitedly: "This photo must be made into a poster."
Immediately, he said to Xiao Xianrou in a puzzled manner: "What are you doing standing there? Why don't you learn it soon? How did you manage to take so many photos that one can't be used. You want to make me angry in this way. dead?"
Xiaoxian cried and looked at the little sugar cake without tears.
How does this teach him.
The author has something to say:
A little angel asked about the deputy CP, and only a pair of relatively clear deputy CPs appeared in the whole text.
Little Black X Silly White Sweet.
But I don't think these two will have any emotional drama except licking and licking.
☆、Little Candy Cake was framed
Just when Xiao Xianrou wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in, there was a commotion at the door.
The little sugar cake couldn't help but look over.
The handsome man at the door was wearing a pale yellow robe with Western characteristics, long black hair draped behind him, deep eyes, and his wheat-colored skin was healthy and energetic, with a hint of romance, as if it was a thousand years old. The former singer is back in this world.
As expected of Rong Hang!
There is only one thought in everyone's mind.
Little Sugar Cake and Fu Mingming looked at Rong Hang with starry eyes.
Unanimously thought
very handsome
Director Angus' eyes lit up and said excitedly: "Rong Hang, come and take a makeup photo with Little Sugar Cake."
In the plot, the little sugar cake is Rong Hang's pet.
In the eyes of Rong Hang's fanboy, Rong Hang has his own buff, and cooperates very well with Rong Hang. There are a few photos of Rong Hang touching the little sugar cake, and even more cute women screaming at the scene.
After the collaboration, it was Rong Hang's solo photo.
Fu Mingming went to the staff to ask what photos could be sent out, because the crew had to keep it secret after all.
Rong Hang was surrounded by people around him.
The little candy cake, who was alone, touched his shriveled belly.
A little hungry.
His azure blue eyes looked around randomly. There were snacks on the table on one side, and a cherry pudding on top, and the eyes of the sugar cake lit up immediately.
Sweet and sweet cherry pudding—
The white cat turned his head and climbed up to the table without hesitation, turned on the table with difficulty, the little sugar cake was relieved, and happily flicked his tail and ran towards the cherry pudding, seeing the cherry pudding in front of him, the little sugar cake was happy Paws out.
But it was empty.
What?
Little Sugar Cake looked up in disbelief.
The black-haired, blue-eyed boy in a leather jacket snatched the cherry pudding from under the paws of the candy cake, slammed it, and tore it open—
It looks like it's about to bite.
"Meow"
Heartbreaking cat meowing.
No!
The leather jacket boy was startled and looked down at the fat cat squatting on the table, while the cat stared expectantly at the cherry pudding in his hand, meowing eagerly.
Yi Ning was stunned, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and brought the cherry pudding in his hand to the small sugar cake: "Want to eat?"
Little Sugar Cake put her head close and let out a sweet meow.
Yes!
The next second—
Yi Ning retracted his hand without hesitation, swallowed the cherry pudding into his mouth, chewed it expressionlessly, and said, "Eat less, fat cat."
Forget the cat's pudding, and still say that this cat is a fat cat?
stab-
Little Sugar Cake angrily stretched out his claws and scratched at the table, his claws making a harsh sound when he touched the wooden tabletop.
Young man, our beams have grown up.
He turned his head, took the next best thing, took a vacuum-packed cake, walked to the corner angrily, and looked at his own cake.
So angry, how can there be such a hateful person.
That person is Rong Hang's assistant Xiaoyi, right?
How can a male god have such an assistant?
With his claws, he punctured the cake's packaging bag, and Little Sugar Cake absentmindedly opened the cake's packaging bag.
But today it seems that even the packaging bag is against him, and he can't open it.
A pair of slender hands suddenly reached out.
Little Sugar Cake vigilantly hugged her cake.
Why is someone coming to grab the cat's treats?
He raised his head, and the owner of those hands turned out to be Rong Hang.
The handsome actor tore open the packaging bag, put the cake in his hand, and said to the small sugar cake, "Want to eat it? Kitty."
Little Sugar Cake looked at Rong Hang moved.
The male god is indeed the male god.
He wants to be a fanboy for a lifetime.
Little Sugar Cake happily buried her head in Rong Hang's palm, licking her pink tongue.
After eating the small cake, Little Sugar Cake You was dissatisfied and licked the cake residue in Rong Hang's hand.
Seeing this, Rong Hang smiled gently and said, "The kitty is not full yet." He said to the side, "Xiaoyi, bring the fruit."
A dark-haired teenager in a leather jacket is holding a pile of scattered documents. He came over with a box of peeled fruits and stared at the kitten under Rong Hang's feet with wide eyes.
Hey, isn't this the fat cat just now?
Hey, isn't that the bad guy just now?
One person, one cat, two pairs of blue eyes looked at each other, as if there was a flash of electricity.
Rong Hang didn't notice, and stretched out his hand to the boy. The boy in the leather jacket reluctantly handed over the fruit. Rong Hang opened it. The various fruits in the fruit box looked very attractive. He fed the fruit to the small sugar cake.
The little sugar cake glanced at the boy proudly, flicked his tail, and bit the fruit in Rong Hang's hand.
"Rong Hang-"
There seemed to be something wrong with Director Angus looking for Rong Hang. Rong Hang helplessly shook his head and handed the fruit to Xiao Yi: "Come and feed the kitten, I'll go over there."
Little Sugar Cake was busy pulling Rong Hang's trousers with his claws, and looked at Rong Hang meowing pitifully.
No, that person will definitely not feed himself!
Of course Rong Hang didn't understand. He just thought that the white cat couldn't bear him. He touched the head of the little sugar cake and said, "Dear me, I'll be right back."
Only Xiaosu and Xiaoyi looked at each other.
Xiaoyi picked up a sweet peach with a fork, and the little sugar cake raised his head, couldn't help swallowing, but he still glanced his head to the side.
Xiaoyi raised the corners of his lips, glanced under his feet, and couldn't help but glance at his white dumplings.
So cute.
Then, without hesitation, he put the peach into his mouth, clicked it twice, and swallowed it.
The black-jacketed boy put the pile of scattered documents on the table, put the fruit on it, and ate the full box of fruit gracefully but quickly.
Little Sugar Cake snorted coldly and walked away in disdain.
He will not care about this person.
ding ding-
Yi Ning's cell phone rang, and the boy took out his cell phone from his left trousers pocket.
Clang.
The fruit box and the documents below all fell to the ground.
The white paper was flying around, and the thick three-finger-wide documents were scattered on the ground because they were not bound. What's worse, the remaining juice in the fruit box all fell onto the paper.
The little sugar cake took a closer look, and the lines were printed on the paper all over the floor. In the blank space of the lines, there were densely written analysis of the lines with black pen, and the psychological trajectory of the protagonist.
Some papers have been worn for a long time due to long-term reading.
Rong Hang took a lot of thought when he saw it.
At this moment, due to water stains, many pen words have been blurred.
Seeing that something was wrong, Yi Ning's face changed drastically, Xiao Tang Kuo didn't leave, and squatted aside to watch the good show.
Oh, how could you be so careless.
It's bad.
The small sugar cake thought falsely.
In this case, no matter how good-tempered Rong Hang is, he will be a little angry.
The boy in the leather jacket hung up the ringing phone in a fit of anger, picked up Rong Hang's manuscript in a panic, and desperately wanted to wipe the water off the manuscript, but it was obviously useless.
"Fuck." The young man looked at the messed up manuscript with a remorseful expression, very guilty, and a white cat squatted beside him. Although he tried his best to hide it, don't think he couldn't see the mockery on his face.
Being mocked by a cat.
Xiao Yi frowned and looked at the manuscript, his head spinning rapidly.
Yes, he can do this!
Xiaoyi suddenly had an epiphany in his mind, and looked at the white cat who was licking his fur leisurely.
The little sugar cake happily licking his paws suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
After a while, Rong Hang came back and frowned at his messy manuscript.
Xiao Yi pointed to the plum blossom-shaped paw print on the paper, and said righteously, "Brother Rong, this cat is too naughty."
As if being smothered, Little Candy Cake with messy hair lifted up his claws that were forcibly wet by Xiao Yi: "Meow meow—" He lied.
Xiaoyi calmly said, "I'll feed it fruit."
Little Candy Cake turned to look at Xiaoyi: "Miaomiaomiao-" He didn't give me a single bite, he ate it all!
Xiaoyi blushed: "who knew it would climb onto the table and push down the manuscript I put on it."
Xiaotangcake was shocked by Xiaoyi's shamelessness: "Miaomiaowu-" I didn't, he made it.
Xiao Yi's heart didn't jump: "I went to pick up the manuscript and put the fruit box aside, but the cat stepped on the fruit box again."
Little Candy Cake couldn't believe it: "Meow meow meow!" He also knocked over the fruit box.
Xiaoyi finally took out the evidence and made a final decision: "If you don't believe me, look at it, the manuscript is full of its paw prints."
Little Sugar Cake raised his wet paws: "Meow-" He wet my paws and forced them down.
In the end, Xiao Yi sighed and said hypocritically, "Brother Rong, it's still my fault. I should be optimistic about this cat. After all, what does a cat know?"
Sugar Cake: Oh, human.
You did not give up, the little sugar cake ran to the trash can, took out the disposable paper cup that Xiaoyi used to hold water to wet his paws, and pushed it in front of Rong Hang: "Meow meow!!!"
This is evidence!
Rong Hang's brows furrowed even deeper after being quarreled by one person and one cat.
Xiaoyi quickly said: "I was afraid that my cat would be thirsty, so I filled a cup with water." Then he pretended to touch the small sugar cake, took the disposable cup down, and smiled stiffly: "Kitten, you are thirsty again. Can't you use the cups thrown in the trash can."
Xiao Tang Kuo patted Xiao Yi's hand, and lay down on the ground helplessly, wishing that he could spit out the words and pierce the liar.
Rong Hang looked at the dejected kitten, rubbed its exposed belly, and sighed: "Forget it, what does it know, and what it does, I blame you for what it does. Next time you can be careful, you Put the manuscript pages in order, I'll go back and see those pages are no longer usable, I still remember them anyway."
Xiaoyi breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and said, "I'll tidy up now."
The little sugar cake touched the hand of the male god and rubbed it on the male god's hand.
The male god is indeed a male god!
but
He turned over and stood up, looking at the direction that Xiaoyi was leaving, with the flame of revenge flashing in his eyes.
This is not going to end like this!
Absolutely not.
After Fu Mingming came back, he posted the photo that the crew agreed to send out on Weibo today. The little candy cake with a blue bow like a little gentleman instantly gained the love of countless mother and father fans.
Of course, there are also people who wonder who the hand of the man who caresses the small sugar cake in the photo is. Some people recognize at a glance that this is not the hand that often appears in the small sugar cake Weibo.
Fu Mingming's mysterious reply was kept secret.
Of course, Fu Mingming didn't forget @小糖Cookie.
Although he vaguely guessed who was using this Weibo, Fu Mingming didn't dare to ask or think about it.
Satisfied, Fu Mingming was ready to leave with a small sugar cake.
But the always cute little sugar cake doesn't seem to want to leave.
Fu Mingming thought that the little sugar cake had not had enough fun, so he went with the little sugar cake.
at the same time.
Fu Xiao in the conference room listened to the nonsense of his subordinates expressionlessly. He picked up his mobile phone, saw the Weibo message above, and clicked in.
Inside is a beautiful photo of his cat in nine palaces, especially the pair of blue eyes, which are very expressive.
Even Fu Xiao had to admit that he really shot better than himself.
Don't know what camera the videographer is using, he can also buy one.
He clicked in below