Chapter 187： Not for sale

In a spacious and bright office.

"Sorry, I won't sell the copyright." The girl with a ponytail said to Luo Qiao lightly.

Flipping through two pages of what she wrote, Luo Qiao said, "If I remember correctly, our staff has already negotiated with you. You are here to sign the contract today."

This is the blogger himself who has become popular recently. His Weibo ID is Xiaodouzi, and he has a pretty face with a handsome face and arrogance in his eyes.

She had a cold expression: "Suddenly I don't want to sell anymore. You shouldn't force a company as big as Eastern Television to force people to buy and sell."

Luo Qiao raised her eyebrows, looked up at her for a few seconds, then threw the pen in her hand and leaned back: "Of course not."

After Xiaodouzi went out, the head of the screenwriting team apologized with sincerity: "I'm sorry Mr. Luo, for taking your time."

I thought the content she wrote was very interesting. Buying the copyright and adapting it into a small-cost TV series should be interesting. Who would have thought that she would suddenly regret it.

This kind of thing is not worthy of Luo Qiao's heart, she opened the file: "Okay, go to your business."

But I didn't want to have Xiaodouzi posted on Weibo that evening.

Xiaodouzi V: Originally, I was also very fond of someone, but there was a big gap between my impression and the feeling when I met... I scared the baby to death, I was scared.

The netizens below curiously asked her who ‘someone’ is, Xiaodouzi replied: I dare not say it, now Weibo is her world, and fanning her is politically correct.

The head of the screenwriter who accidentally turned to this one:? ? ?

How do you feel that this little **** is connoting their manager Luo?

In the next few days, in addition to updating the daily life of Professor Gao Lengnan, Xiaodouzi was from time to time a few words of yin and yang. Gradually, some grumpy fans found that they were wrong, and began to criticize her under the comments, but Xiaodouzi did not name her. , And the connotation is not obvious, passers-by feel that it is a pretty fan and nothing to look for.

[The pretty fan is getting addicted, isn't it? Don't call my sister Qiao black, okay? 】

[How can the pretty fans see who they tear?... The accumulated goodwill of sister pretty will be lost...]

[We're just here to knock the sugar, don't come to the rice ring powder to find trouble. 】

[Xiaodouzi ignore those inexplicable people, continue to update, ooh, when can we look at the face of Professor Gao Leng, is it really that handsome? Isn't it an exaggeration? 】

Xiaodouzi replied to the bottom one:

Really handsome! ! Unspeakable handsome! I'm so worried that I won't be worthy of him!

The bottom is comfort and encouragement.

The pretty fan is almost going to be mad at this little bit.

...

That night.

Luo Qiao sat on the sofa, holding the drawing board, tracing casually.

Ming Siran leaned against the wall with a meowing puppet under his feet. He looked down at it with a casual and gentle expression.

Luo Qiao felt that he was watching a dog as if he was watching a lover.

The man in the painting gradually takes shape, with peach eyes, wide shoulders and long legs, and a lazy posture.

She made a final stroke, and when he raised his eyes, he happened to look at her with a **** and smiling voice: "Peeking at brother?"

Luo Qiao: "..."

The man walked over with long legs and sat down beside her. Luo Qiao quickly turned a page to block the picture.

He didn't seem to notice, and took the documents from the table.

At this time, Ming Siran's mobile phone on the table prompted a message.

Without raising his eyelids, he continued to look at the file, that is, within a few seconds, a few more messages came, and the ding-dong sound continued.

Luo Qiao couldn't help but look up.

Sweeping her eyes unintentionally, she caught a glimpse of a woman's head.