Chapter 2: President Slag (2)

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The doorbell rang, and if he was awake, he was about to get up to open the door and Qi Qi had already stood up.
Chu Yang didn't expect Feng Qi to open the door. Miss Song was stuck in her throat, and she drew the corner of her mouth, "boss."
"Um." Feng Qi nodded and turned sideways to let him in. He frowned when he looked down at the shoe cabinet and looked at the blue slippers on his feet. Anyway, there should be no slippers in Chuyang.
"Miss Song."
"Zute helps."
Chu Yang handed the bag to Feng Qi. Feng Qi naturally entered the room where she slept last night. When she changed her clothes and sat on the bed wearing socks, she remembered the white socks floating on the balcony.
I picked up the cotton t-shirt on the bed and looked at it. Although it was wide, it felt like her.
Feng Qi was obviously leaving, and when he came out of the room, Qing Ruo smiled at him, "I packed my clothes and brought them back?"
Feng Qi shook his head, leaning his neck slightly to take care of his tie. "Let it go." He didn't lack those two clothes.
Qing Ruo bent his eyes was considered appropriate.
Qing Ruo said goodbye gently to the two at the door.
Feng Qi nodded slightly in response, but Chu Yang smiled and said goodbye to Qing Ruo.
Chu Yang drove over and asked Feng Qi, "Boss, where can I eat?"
"I have already eaten."
Chu Yang was a little surprised, and instead laughed, "Does the dishes match the taste?"
He has been following Feng Qi since the establishment of Feng Qi. He is a special assistant of Feng Qi and a shareholder of the company. He is also a subordinate and friend of Feng Qi.
Feng Qi hooked his lips and didn't want to answer his question, "Find a role for her."
Chuyang knows that the dishes are good.
Then I heard Feng Qidao, "Find a big production film, preferably female first or second female. Feng's can be used as an investor, and the shooting location is outside."
Chu Yang looked into the rearview mirror, Feng Qizheng looked down at today's financial magazine, without any emotions.
You can see in the previous few sentences that Feng Qi ate very happily, but in the last sentence, Chu Yang didn't understand. There is no need to understand, Feng Qi's order only needs to be executed.
There is no entertainment company under Feng ’s brand, but it has a controlling stake in various entertainment companies. With Feng ’s dominance in the IT industry, as long as Feng Qi has a word, the role of the script can instantly become a draft selection scene.
At the company's office, Feng Qi ’s assistant at the 2:30 pm meeting had reported ten crews to him, all of whom were some well-known directors. They were filming from other places. As an investor, Feng ’s role was willing to give the female lead.
Chu Yang reported to Feng Qi that Feng Qi didn't even see it. He asked him to contact her agent and give her a pick, either.
Chu Yang was really shocked this time. He stood next to his desk. The man buried in his official duties raised his head, his eyes sharp and straight, "Yes, what is her name Song?"
"..." Boss, how did you get along with others?
Chu Yang exhaled, "Song Qingruo."
"Um." Feng Qi nodded, not even feeling that she didn't know what was wrong with Qingruo's name. "Go see who she's been with before?"
Rare, so serious about a deal. Chu Yang glanced at the man who had lowered his head and continued to work, "Um."
Feng Qi has raised many people, this is the first time, and told Chu Yang to see who she had followed before.
Feng Qi went to the meeting. There are other assistants in the company's quarterly report. Chu Yang as a special assistant does not need to follow.
After the meeting, Feng Qi Chu Yang had already sent the script director and other information to Qingruo's agent, but she did understand what happened to Qingruo after her debut.
"The script has been posted, and the agent has not responded yet. After 5 years of debut, they have played supporting roles. When she first debuted, she looked good and Xiaohong passed a while. Then she performed poorly and was rated as a vase. No What good works have been tepid until now. "
Leaning against the office chair, Feng Qi loosened his tie and looked up at Chu Yang without speaking.
Chu Yang continued, "I haven't talked to anyone, the agent told me, this is the first time she agreed to want to work with you."
Feng Qi meant to twitch his lips.
Seeing his expression for a while, Chu Yang didn't understand, but he didn't need to understand. He had a temperament like Feng Qi. He liked to be gentler than anyone when he liked it.
Qingruo's agent is a bearded uncle. Forty years of age, the six artists with them are all Qingruo who is not tepid and hungry or hungry. The uncle's mentality is also very good. The selection of ten scripts is still somewhat confusing.
Qing Ruo turned over one by one randomly, took one of them and handed them to Yang Peng, and the others were thrown back to the table. Yang Peng was from Northeast China, and his voice was loud and loud, "Are you going to play this?"
Qing Ruo shook her head. "Changing with Ling Ling, this role is suitable for her, and the opportunity is also good. Give her the guest of the food show on TV."
On a world level, that TV station's program is a TV station in the city, but it is a very biased channel, and the broadcast time is not good. Basically, only the elderly people will be bored to watch it.
Yang Peng frowned. "Sister Qingruo, didn't your brother say you, you said it was a chance, let's not waste your face, right?"
Qing Ruo's eyes were sincere, "I have poor acting skills, Ling Ling is younger, and acting skills are better than me. This opportunity is very suitable for her."
But isn't this your own? In the end, Yang Peng persuaded him to be fruitless. He was an entertainer under his own hands. Of course, he didn't want to run outside the field. He told Lingling a bit and nodded in Lingling's glee.
Chu Yang hung up the phone and turned to Feng Qi in the back seat to report, "boss, Miss Song picked ..."
Chu Yang also wanted to continue to say that Feng Qi had interrupted abruptly, "I see."
Seeing that he was in a bad mood, Chu Yang did not continue to speak.
The secretary informed, "Mr. Feng, a Miss Song Qingruo is looking for you."
Not everyone can go to the president's office floor when they come to Feng Qi. Otherwise, it will be full of people every day. After all, several assistants and secretaries knew when Chu Yang was looking for the script half a month ago. So it will be notified.
Feng Qi frowned, a little heavy, "Let her in."
"Okay, President Feng."
Today, makeup was applied, and Feng Qi looked at people who came over as if looking at items.
Qing Ruo smiled at him and thanked the secretary who brought in the coffee.
"How come?" Feng Qi leaned back against the office chair and didn't get her seated.
Qing Ruo also stood, raised the small bag in her hand and shook it. "I'm going to please you ~ my little cookie."
"I don't like sweets."
"Oh." Qing Ruo answered, and Liang Jingjing's eyes darkened.
Feng Qi Shensheng asked her, "Returned halfway through the filming?"
Qing Ruo smiled, "I didn't go. I changed with Ling Ling. I went to be a guest on the TV station's food show."
Feng Qi frowned, stood up and led her to the side of the sofa and sat down, seeing that she took the box out of the bag and pushed it over the table to light a cigarette, and squinted her eyes to look at her through the hazy smoke. ? "
Qing Ruo's tone was very light, with a smile, "Aren't you my cash cow now?"
Feng Qi hooked his lips. He likes smart people. Everyone can get together without any effort, bend the cigarette between his lips and take the box on the table.
The biscuits were sitting in shape and with heat, Feng Qi did not like sweets. He picked up a small piece and tasted it. "Good workmanship."
"Yes, the judges said the same thing." Qing Ruo quickly spoke, and looked at him a bit awkwardly after biting his lips.
Feng Qi glanced at her with a smile, "Oh, come on to please me who didn't finish the show?"
"No," Qing Ruo bit his lip, and his foggy big eyes looked at him a little helplessly. "It was made for you intentionally, but there is not enough material at home, so I will do more in the show."
Feng Qi pressed off the cigarette, stood up and walked to the sofa with one arm behind her in front of her, bent down and hugged her, covering her with fingers that smelled of tobacco and fragrant tobacco, forcing her Look up.
Feng Qi licked the corner of his lips lightly. He wore a pure black suit and sat behind his desk. The gas field was strong and cold and attractive. This would slightly provoke the corners of the eyes. Lips are abstinent and wanton temptation.
"Take you to play at night, eh?"
Ching Ruochi nodded like a pecking rice, avoiding his fingers, lowered his head and stopped looking at him.
Feng Qi was amused by the behavior of her little turtle, and touched her hair. The soft and docile touch made his eyebrows open and relax.
Feng Qi originally thought that she had taken the script to make a film. In the past half month, the two had no contact at all. She had to say at first that he was a little happy, whether it was for the sentence she once explained or for She's smart. If she does go to the movies, then maybe the deal will only end after she returns.
Now, Feng Qi had to say that she was in a good mood, and had eaten two biscuits. Feng Qi suddenly remembered the polenta, "I make polenta for dinner."
"it is good."
Once again, he entered the room. The light gray new slippers had been placed in front of the shoe cabinet.
Moreover, Feng Qi found books on finance and economics on the shelf near the sofa, all of which were new books published at this time. At least half a month ago, there were no books on this shelf.
Qingruo's cooking skills can be said to have been lit to full level, four dishes and one soup can be done in 40 minutes, and the vegetarian mix.
Qing Ruo took the dish and turned back, and she didn't know how long Feng Qiyi looked at the kitchen door, and when she saw she turned, she praised, "It's pleasing to see you cook."
Qing Ruo smiled and thanked, "Thank you."
Qing Ruo only gave Feng Qisheng a small bowl of polenta and signaled him to eat.
Rarely disciplined without dissatisfaction, Feng Qi followed her.
To accompany him out at night, Qing Ruo naturally returned to the room to clean up, Feng Qi was waiting for her in the living room.
Expected to be an hour or an hour and a half, and the result only waited for half an hour.
I changed a set of pink skirts, and the high-waisted style only showed a thin one. The white waist was looming in the walk, and Feng Qi looked pleasing to the eye.
Feng Qi had a meeting place with Hupeng and Dog Friends. Although he was a Hupeng and Dog friend, he was not a business noble like him or a young master. Everyone brought a pet.
Yan Yan was very playful, and there were many famous people in the circle. The atmosphere was lively.

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