Chapter 138

Liu Fangfang's mood at the moment is sad and complex.

Because she just made a big poison oath, she soon broke it inadvertently.

"What's the matter, Fangfang? What did the guy say? "

At this time, Mo Yan, who was still waiting for the microphone to continue working, shouted to her.

Fangfang recovered and quickly repeated what Zhang Zhiqin had just said.

"Ha ha." Mo Yan sneered: "he didn't know I was so young? Then you ask him, does he mean I look old? "

"Oh." At this time, Fangfang has forgotten the complexity and shock and devoted herself to her work.

"Zhang planned, sister Yan said: hehe, do you mean I look very old? over”

Obviously, Fangfang's voice transmission function has been strengthened again. When transmitting the message, even Mo Yan's tone is imitated vividly, and over is added at the end to show that the communication of this sentence is completed.

Hearing Fangfang's imitation, Zhang Zhiqin's mind has emerged the cold and gorgeous face of Mo agent... Ah bah, it's a cold and sarcastic face.

He couldn't help shivering. Then he pulled out of the cold feeling, calmed down and said to Fangfang:

"Don't misunderstand. She's so beautiful and capable that blind people think she's old."

"Received." Fangfang immediately turned to Mo Yan and repeated Zhang Zhiqin's words.

"All right, stop talking nonsense. I'm going to sleep."

Mo Yan stood up, walked out of the door without looking back and walked to his room.

"Sister Yan said she went to bed. Over, bye."

Fangfang faithfully conveyed the last sentence and hung up the phone.

Mo Yan returned to his room, closed the door, locked it, went straight into the bathroom and stood in front of a mirror.

"Beautiful, capable, um..."

Looking at the face with some eye lines in the mirror, but still white and full of mature charm, she nodded slightly and touched her capable short hair.

"The hair can grow a little longer."

On the other side, Lin Yao's bedroom.

"You've been spinning all this time. Are you tired?"

Fang Xiaole's voice came from his mobile phone.

"Well, it's all right. Do you have to be busy with new programs every day?"

Lin Yao whispered and asked faintly.

"Yes, other guests will come tomorrow. If there is no accident, the first issue will be recorded tomorrow afternoon."

Fang Xiaole replied.

However, in order to avoid Lin Yao worrying too much about his side, he didn't say a lot.

Recently, the publicity of "flower show" at yunhaitai has been very strong. The leaders in the stage are very nervous and have been urging them to get "looking forward to life" on the stage as soon as possible and fight with the old opponent.

However, on the one hand, the leaders want the new program to beat Yunhai station's flower show. On the other hand, they feel that it is always at 40 o'clock every week and are unwilling to invest too much resources in this unpopular period.

This is a bit contradictory. They come up with high-quality products and are reluctant to spend money.

At the same time, the investment attraction of the program is not very smooth. Few large manufacturers are willing to invest money in the unpopular stalls. At present, the investment attraction Department has only obtained the sponsorship of soy sauce and small brand electric motorcycles.

Moreover, the soy sauce manufacturer also wanted to take advantage of the fire. More than one million wanted to win the naming right, which made the director of the investment promotion department furious and said that when did you look down on such a big apple stand!

But there's no way. In the past, the audience rating of the water breakthrough program at 10:00 on Thursday was half dead, and the naming right was given to someone less than 500000.

Now people are willing to give you a million yuan. That depends on the face of Hong Sanshi and Xu Zhenzhen.

To put it bluntly, in addition to the unpopular time, manufacturers have little confidence in this kind of slow-paced variety that they have never seen before.

This also makes the Taiwan leaders who were not prepared to invest too much resources more cautious. Chen Zhaowei almost fell out with deputy director Li Xueke, but it still failed.

In short, the leader's attitude is that you have to give me the program as soon as possible. As for funds, the landlords have no surplus food!

Fang Xiaole knew that if she told Lin Yao all these things, the silly girl would have to worry about losing sleep at night.

She has been so tired recently. Let her have a good rest at ease.

"Oh, do you have no time to call me in the next few days?"

Lin Yao doesn't know that Fang Xiaole lied to her. She is worried that she can't talk on the phone every day.

"It's okay. You can send wechat."

Fang xiaole'an comforted: "and after recording the first three issues, I can go back to Jiangrong next week. You happen to come to record the super challenge. Don't you have to help me move then?"

"Yes."

Lin Yao pursed her mouth and thought that she hoped time would pass quickly. She'd better jump to next week.

"It's late. Have a rest early. You have to go back to Beijing to record songs tomorrow."

Fang Xiaole said.

If the endorsement of Mercedes is negotiated tomorrow, Lin Yao will go to Yuecheng to record the heart of painting. Chen Guanghan's company is there.

"Well, you've already gone to bed. Bye."

"Bye."

Reluctant to hang up the phone, Lin Yao was slightly distracted.

She and Fang Xiaole are getting busier and busier. Will they really have no time to make a phone call in the future?

Lin Yao bit her lip, picked up her mobile phone and sent Fang Xiaole a wechat.

"Good night ~^ з^)- ☆”

Thousands of miles away, Fang Xiaole picked up his mobile phone and saw the wechat sent by Lin Yao.

He thought about it, copied the expression, then sent it to Zhang Zhiqin and asked:

"Do you know what this expression means?"

Zhang Zhiqin replied quickly:

"This means kissing. It's available online. By the way, brother Fang, why do you often call Lin Yao these two days? What's the relationship between you two? "

Fang Xiaole replied, "this expression was sent to me by Lin Yao."

Then he heard the scream of Zhang Zhiqin coming from the next door. He smiled and didn't care about the goods. He searched the Internet and sent a wechat to Lin Yao:

"Good night o ￣" ε ￣*)”

In a hotel in the sea of clouds.

"Wow ~ ~"

Lin Yao looked at the news from Fang Xiaole and covered her mouth in surprise.

I thought he didn't understand what that expression meant.

It turned out that he always knew

so happy!

"Sister Yao, keep your voice down and call sister Yan again. She's coming."

Fangfang's voice came from outside the door. Lin Yao spit out her tongue and whispered to the door:

"Sorry, Fangfang, good night."

"Oh, good night."

Soon footsteps and the sound of opening the door came from outside, and Fangfang went back to her bedroom.

Eh, why does Fangfang sound a little depressed? It seems that she has been hit by something?

Lin Yao felt a little strange, but soon her attention turned to Fang Xiaole's "good night kiss".

Lin Yao lay on her side on the bed, pulled up the cup, quietly put the mobile phone screen close to her face, and put the "O (￣) in the wechat chat record ε "~ *)" was printed on his cheek.

"Hey, good night."