It can be seen that both Jiangliu and Huasheng attach great importance to the marriage affairs of the two girls, so Jiangliu put down his work and came to see it in person.
Hua Sheng, too, is very careful when reading the materials, and has made marks in his mind.
Female assistants are introduced one by one, with detailed information about their constellations, family members, and future development trends.
After the introduction, Jiang Liu took a look at two girls. "What you miss are most worried about is your marriage. I've been dragging me to find it for a long time, and I'm only free. Just now these materials are all true. Do you have a preliminary good impression after you read them? Can you say that, I'll ask the female assistant to explain it to you further?"
"Sir, we don't need it. We really don't need it."
Both girls shook their heads and refused. They had said before that they didn't want to leave the young lady or find a boyfriend.
Hua Sheng didn't care about them. She said directly to her assistant, "I just noticed that there are No. 26, No. 18, No. 4 and No. 33. They are not bad, they are of the right age, they are also dignified in appearance. You can adjust the pictures of these four people, enlarge them, and show them once to deepen their impression."
"Yes, young lady."
According to Hua Sheng's description, the female assistant found out the information and photos of the four again.
"I have some impressions about No. 4. It seems that he is from the technology department. The boy has been in charge of the Department since he came to the company only one and a half years ago. He has a promising future, excellent personality and reliable work. Ginkgo biloba, I think this is very suitable for you."
"I don't like the look in my uncle's eyes." Gingko blushed and refused.
"Chuntao, look at No. 18, height 185, like fitness and playing basketball. It's sunny. Don't you like it?" Hua Sheng looks at Chuntao.
"I don't like it. I won't leave Miss."
"You two, don't be stubborn. You'll get married sooner or later. How can you follow me all your life?"
"No, I don't care about gingko. I won't go anyway."
"I won't go either."
No matter what Jiangliu and Huasheng say, the two girls are just one sentence. They don't choose or leave Huasheng.
In the end, Hua Sheng had no choice but to ask the female assistant to collect the materials first, and Jiang Liu left first because of the meeting.
Hua Sheng persuades her for half an hour without success. At last, she takes them back to the spring breeze of ten li.
Qin, Wan and Yu seldom have a free time today, driving a sports car around the city.
When passing Sanmen bridge, I found that there were many people here, so I stopped to join the fun.
I didn't know that it was Fengxi new book signing meeting.
In fact, Fengxi recently spent a little more money and was a little nervous about the economy, so this genius spent five days writing a new book.
In order to sell money, I specially wrote the love story of men and women that I didn't care to write before. The title of the book is enough literature and art. It's called "you are my eternal Moonlight". It's said that it's still a sadistic essay. As soon as the book goes on the market, the packaging of the publishing house and the publicity of it immediately became popular.
Fengxi also participated in the publicity and signing meetings in four cities.
Qin Wanyu stood at the side of the road, far away to see the wind in the bookstore, wearing a white shirt, a little fresh to the fans of autograph, just like before when singing.
Qin Wanyu head down into the bookstore to buy a book, and then take it to Fengxi for signature.
Feng Xi's mechanical signature doesn't look up to see who it is.
"Wind writer, I like your book very much."
"Thank you."
"Can I add a wechat?" Qin Wanyu deliberately teased her.
The wind wonders, why is this sound so familiar? Looking up, I suddenly felt confused.
"Qin Wan Yu?"
"Don't look at me that way. I'm your fan. I'm really a fan, but How can you write a little love story? " Qin Wanyu did read Fengxi's books, but they were all novels written before, which had a dull and strange style.
Wind Xi only felt his head was big and rubbed his temples.
"What do you want to do, Qin Wan Yu?" She asked in a low voice, biting her teeth.