Chapter 69

"Su Yu, please send the content of the third program to the guests and let them get familiar with it first."

After the meeting, Li Guan told Su Yu as she walked out.

"OK, director Li."

Su Yu promised. When Li Guan came out of the office, she jumped in front of Fang Xiaole with a smile.

"Dear vice president Fang, have you forgotten what you promised me?"

The others were a little used to it. Luo Hui took Zhang Zhiqin's shoulder and walked out as if nothing had happened.

Zhang Zhiqin looks back at Su Yu and wants to speak, but Luo Hui forcibly drags her to the door of the conference room.

"Of course I didn't forget. I still need you a thank-you meal."

Fang Xiaole smiled and shouted to his colleagues in the planning group, "are you free this evening? I'll treat you to dinner. "

"Vice president Fang wants a treat? Of course I'm free! "

"Vice president Fang has been promoted and hasn't invited us to dinner yet. How can he not be free?"

Luo Hui looked back at Fang Xiaole in surprise. He always thought that Fang Xiaole and Su Yu had some kind of relationship. Tonight must be a "date" between the two people. Unexpectedly, Fang Xiaole suddenly wanted to invite so many people to dinner.

Zhang Zhiqin's eyes lit up and immediately promised: "OK, I'm going!"

"Where's Rogge? Why don't you take a leave for your sister-in-law? It's hard to relax. It'll be hard in two days. "

Fang Xiaole sincerely invited Luo Hui.

"Well, Xiao Fang's face still needs to be given."

Luo Hui thought of the man at home who was forcing himself to have a second child recently, which made him have backache every night. Today, he finally had a legitimate reason to give his brother a holiday, so he nodded steadily.

"Su Yu, today is mainly to thank you. What would you like to eat?"

Fang Xiaole took out his mobile phone and asked Su Yu for advice while preparing to book a table.

"Then eat hot pot." Su Yu smiled reluctantly.

"OK, I'll book it in liangpin Xiaoxian hot pot city in the evening. We'll go straight after work."

Fang Xiaole quickly booked a seat on the Internet and turned to the others.

"OK, thank Vice president Fang first!"

Everyone agreed with a smile.

"I have something else to do. Let's go first."

Su Yu said a word and hurried out of the meeting room.

Fang Xiaole looked at her back and felt a little guilty, but she didn't regret what she had done.

Although he is very slow in this regard, he also knows the truth that making a decision is making a decision.

Otherwise, if you keep hanging others and don't give any response, you won't be a scum man?

Fang Xiaole subconsciously picked up his mobile phone, opened wechat and wanted to see a red dot indicating new information on the picture of the beautiful little girl.

But he was disappointed. She didn't send a message.

Should she be busy recording new songs now?

"Xiao Fang, let's go."

Luo Hui shouted at the door. Their planning team will go to several locations to coordinate the layout of the site.

"Oh, come!"

Fang Xiaole promised and hurried to catch up with Luo Hui and Zhang Zhiqin.

Throughout the afternoon, Fang Xiaole was running and busy among several location venues.

After work, he and his colleagues ate in the hot pot city. Although they looked cheerful and laughing, Fang Xiaole was always a little unhappy.

He didn't receive wechat all day today.

At about 10 p.m., Fang Xiaole returned to the rental house, washed and went to bed.

In the next two days, the preparation work of the program team came in. At the final stage, everyone was overloaded.

When Fang Xiaole dragged his tired body back to the rental house every night, he subconsciously opened wechat, but did not see the expected information.

So he put himself into the study of variety show director course.

Hong Sanshi had learned more than ten directing classes he had sent before. Later, Hong Sanshi simply gave him all the courses about variety show directing in China film.

Fang Xiaole went to work during the day and taught himself directing lessons at night. His life was also very full.

But I always feel a little disappointed. I always feel that something is missing.

I have to record two new songs and make an album in a few days. I should be very busy. I'd better not disturb her.

Fang Xiaole comforted himself.

On the third night of their "loss of contact", Fang Xiaole finally couldn't help it. After watching a director course, he picked up his mobile phone.

In order not to become hesitant in thinking about things and finally lose the courage to send messages, Fang Xiaole quickly typed a line in the wechat dialog box, and then directly pressed the send key:

"How's your wound?"

After sending the message, Fang Xiaole sat in his chair, took his mobile phone and stared at the ceiling with several small cracks.

But after a long time, Lin Yao didn't come back.

Fang Xiaole put down his mobile phone and continued to devote himself to the study of the director's course.

It's more than ten o'clock now. She may have rested.

Anyway, we'll meet when we record the program in a few days. Let's ask her about her recovery.

However, although he thought so, Fang Xiaole still failed to concentrate immediately. He was always distracted when watching teaching videos, and his learning efficiency was very low.

"The sand at the fingertips, in his heart, has been waiting for her."

Suddenly, the gentle and sad song sounded in the cramped rental house, which immediately dispelled the coldness and loneliness of the night.

Fang Xiaole was stunned and quickly picked up his mobile phone.

Sure enough, there was a red dot next to the lovely little girl's head.

Fang Xiaole opened Lin Yao's wechat and saw not words, but a picture.

This is a white ankle. Most of the previous redness and swelling have subsided.

Then Lin Yao sent another voice.

"You see, it's almost ready. Are you very busy these two days?"

There was a little fatigue in her voice and a slight nasal sound.

"It's very busy. How about you? How's the new song recorded?"

Fang Xiaole sent a voice, thought about it, and asked:

"You seem very tired. Have you caught a cold?"

It's the end of September. It's raining in Jiangrong city these days. The temperature is high and low. It's easy to catch a cold.

Lin Yao is in the critical period of recording new songs. If she catches a cold, it will be very troublesome.

This time Lin Yao didn't reply immediately. It took a moment to send a text.

"It's all right. I just got a little rain when I came back. I'll just take a bath later."

Fang Xiaole frowned slightly. Lin Yao was picked up by car when she went out. How could she get caught in the rain?

But he didn't ask much. He's not Lin Yao's person. Being so wordy would be disgusting.

"Then hurry to take a bath. Don't really catch a cold."

As soon as he finished, he remembered something and continued:

"Your feet are not all right, so you should pay attention. By the way, you only sent photos of your feet. Where's your back?"