If you follow the trail, you must marry, the female president is relying on me

Chapter 35 Against the decision of the ancestors. (Third watch for follow-up)
This morning, Sang Mei was late after all.

Fang Yun always arrives a minute early for the check-in time. She stood in the alley and lost her mind for about ten minutes. It was around 1:[-], and she clocked in at [-] o'clock. It would be strange if she was not late.

300 yuan will be deducted for being late.

This sum of money, once deducted, made Sangmei feel dizzy all morning. After finally staying up until noon, she was about to go out to have a big meal to comfort herself. When she stood up, she looked at the man who made her late. Sitting leisurely in his seat, he opened the lunch box and was about to heat up the meal.

Sang Mei rolled her eyes, and instead of eating, she hurriedly leaned over and asked with a smile on her face, "Brother, are you not going to the cafeteria to eat? Are you starting to bring your own food?"

Fang Yun had just opened the lunch box, and when he saw someone coming, he didn't panic, "Yes, bring it yourself, it's more convenient at noon."

Braised pork, fried prawns, steamed abalone.
"Brother Fang, your hands are too skillful, you can cook so well." Sangmei Rainbow farted.

"Hahaha." Fang Yun gave a dry laugh, and quickly replied with neither red face nor heartbeat, "As for me, how can I have this ability? This is all made by my mother and her old man. I just bring it over and eat it. coming."

Well, if you think about it carefully, he is not a liar. Sister Yiren said this morning that she was his own sister, but no one refuted it. Then, if you count it this way, Sister Yiren’s mother is rounded up and counted as his own mother. Is there a problem with that? ?no problem.

"Brother Fang, your mother is really kind to you. Unlike me, my mother plays mahjong every night and can't get up in the morning to cook for me."

As for the relocated households, they are still the ones in the center of the capital city. It is indeed a good compensation. They are about to retire. If they pay compensation, it is indeed direct financial freedom and playing mahjong every day.

Fang Yun smiled and said nothing, and went to a small room in the office, which had a refrigerator and a microwave.

Fang Yun went in to heat up the food, and Sang Mei was not in a hurry to eat. She blinked a few times at Fang Yun, hesitated for a few seconds and followed, then said, "Brother Fang, I really envy you. Mom is so diligent. So Brother Fang, you can also eat breakfast comfortably at home?"

"It's not possible." Fang Yun was not defensive, "My family lives in the suburbs, and it takes about an hour to take the subway to come here. I live far away. In the morning, I only deserve to eat some roadside stalls on the road, right? "

"Didn't Brother Fang drive to the company by himself?"

"I have just graduated for more than a year. My parents have paid the down payment for the house, and I am so worried about the monthly payment. How can I afford a car? Young man, it's difficult." Fang Yun told the truth.

But this made Sang Mei want to hit someone.

you?Can't afford a car?The monthly payment worries you to death?

I believe you ghost!The nanny car is sitting, there is a driver, so you don't need to drive it yourself!
"." Sang Mei was gnashing her teeth in her heart at the moment, but she was still smiling on the surface, "Brother Fang, you are so low-key, you are joking."

"I keep a low profile?"

Fang Yun admitted that when he said the down payment for the house just now, his tone even turned up. He admitted that he was pretending. I just graduated and have my own house. Fang Yun likes to talk about buying a house when chatting with many people. Come out, although it is not enough to say "Have you eaten yet?" "Hmm, how do you know that I bought a house." But it is almost the same.

Fang Yun just doesn't like to brag that there is no conclusion yet, but that has nothing to do with being low-key.

"I'll take you as a compliment." Fang Yun took out the heated one from the microwave and put a new one in. "By the way, are you still going to eat?"

"...I'll go, I'll go, goodbye, Brother Fang." Sang Mei said and walked away.

Fang Yun stared at the back, froze for a few seconds, then shook his head, "It's strange for Sang Mei."

Recently, one brother at a time, very kind.

I often take the initiative to help him copy or something.

"Could it be because of his fancy." After muttering a few words, Fang Yun immediately "bah".

Sure enough, man, if you don't pay attention, the thought of "does she like me" comes.

"Be sensible. Let's eat. I have to go to a meeting after being arranged in the afternoon."

After dinner, it will soon be time for the afternoon meeting.

Fang Yun cleaned up and took all the things needed for the meeting, "Let's go."

After a while, Fang Yun appeared at the door of a conference room with relatively high authority requirements on the 33rd floor of Block B.

I swiped my card to enter, and found that I may have attached too much importance to this cooperation. There are still ten minutes before the opening of the meeting.

The senior management of Mingyi Media is basically complete.

The meeting has not yet started, and many people are already discussing specific matters enthusiastically.

"It can be seen that he is completely attentive." Fang Yun scanned around and muttered silently, and then quickly sat down in a corner.

Waiting for the arrival of the other party's protagonist in this meeting.

Yes, regarding the meeting about the cooperation between Jiang Qianru and Mingyi Media, she also wanted to avoid the marriage urging, so how could Jiang Qianru, who hastened to finalize this matter, not come.

About 5 minutes before the start of the meeting, the door of the meeting room was pushed open, and the sound of high-heeled shoes made Fang Yun, who was recording some work other than this meeting, put down his pen and raised his head.
Today's Jiang Qianru is as sexy as ever,

Her body is wearing a pair of very tight pure black leather pants, which completely wraps the two plump beautiful legs with full elasticity, and there is no gap in the middle.
She was stepping on a pair of white high-heeled sandals, her white ankles were exposed between the top of her feet and her trouser legs, and her upper body was a leopard-print blouse, not a v-neck style, but stiff I made her wear a v-neck,
Ouch, what a deep word, this person is extremely hot and tempting.

"Sign her, that's right."

A group of executives from Mingyi Media in the meeting room became more passionate about promoting this cooperation.

With such an actor, what kind of bicycle do you need?script?
Come to any drama and put it up as a vase, it is estimated that it is also eye-catching.

"Sister Jiang, you are here."

"Hurry up, take your seat."

"Here, you sit here."

"."

This is Jiang Qianru's status, and it is also the reality that Mingyi Media is a pitiful capital.

A group of people are almost writing their enthusiasm on their faces.

Of course, Jiang Qianru still didn't put on airs, and she was very polite. She replied with thank you. Halfway through, when she raised her head, she saw Fang Yun sitting over there. Jiang Qianru was also smiling. He nodded to show that he and Fang Yun took the initiative to say hello.

Maybe Qin Yiren stayed too long these days with a beauty of the same level. Fang Yun could respond calmly with a smile and nodded, indicating that he saw it.

After the two greeted each other across the air, the meeting soon got to the point.

The boss who presided over the meeting, Baba, talked a lot about cooperation.

Jiang Qianru didn't say much, and they all agreed.

There are only scripts, she said very hard, as long as there are high-quality dramas, when there are high-quality scripts, when will she sign them.

Then the meeting officially began to discuss the issue of the script.

It is estimated that in the morning, he also discussed with the above-mentioned Qin Yiren, Mr. Qin, the discussion went smoothly, and it was quickly finalized. The general direction of collecting scripts with the Graphic and Text Group, and then discussing the specific matters of the essay collection.

What is the scope of the essay, what is the word limit for the essay, and so on.

Fang Yun recorded all the meetings he made, and when the most critical content about the essay rewards, Fang Yun's brushstrokes stopped suddenly, he raised his head numbly,
"Guaranteed [-] words, plus extra points"

Fang Yun felt that his breathing was not even deliberately short, "Ten thousand words are one hundred thousand, one hundred thousand words are one million"

Suddenly, his eyes became brighter and brighter, at the same time.
Well, he seems to have made a decision against his ancestors.

　Thanks for all your support in the new week!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)