Wen Jiu followed the assistant backstage, checked the equipment, and then saw the director rushing over.
" President Feng's car is stuck in traffic and might not make it." Zhang Guoliang wiped the sweat from his forehead, clearly having just received the news and rushed over. "There's an urgent matter at the company, and he said he'll wait for you at home."
After saying that, he added, " President Feng was worried you'd imagine some strange and melodramatic scenarios, so he specifically asked me to come and tell you that he's fine."
Having already mentally replayed all the car accidents, amnesia, family pursuits, and assassinations by enemies... Wen Xiaojiu her face away, engrossed in the clichéd plot.
"I'm not worried at all!"
So what if they didn't come? What could they have done if they had?
Will you sing for me?
Wen Xiaojiu thought silently, "I don't need it!"
Zhang Guoliang took a breath and asked in confusion, "Did I just say I was worried?"
Wen Jiu:...
So annoying!
As Wen Jiu was about to go on stage, Qu Feng came over again with his phone, "Hey! You awkward kid!"
"I'm talking to you. Turn your head back, wait a minute—"
Wen Jiu was inwardly resistant, but her body betrayed her.
Hearing Qu Feng's words, he turned his head back immediately.
Qu Feng turned the volume up to the maximum and held up his phone.
A very familiar voice came through the phone's receiver to everyone's ears, as if it had guessed the cat's flustered state, the voice carrying a lazy and gentle laugh.
Gently, in a soft voice, soothe her. "Baby, be good, don't be angry..."
Wen Jiu pricked up her ears, gripped the railing of the elevator platform, and yelled fiercely into her phone, "Your dad isn't angry!"
The director looked up in surprise, and the cameraman's eyes lit up as he suddenly zoomed in.
The entire room fell silent.
Wen Jiu:...
Qu Feng covered his face in frustration. "Oh no, I'm really in the same boat now."
"You're not nervous right now, are you?" The voice message on the phone continued, "Don't be afraid, you're the best, keep going!"
"And... charging complete."
Wen Jiu silently retracted her bristling fur, turned her back amidst the shouts of the audience, and patted her face.
Everyone was watching him silently, their faces serious and composed, but their hearts overflowing with sweet joy.
Zhang Guoliang exclaimed "Ouch!" and rubbed his face, immediately reacting. "All departments, prepare!"
The lifting platform slowly rose.
No one knew that in the darkness, Wen Xiaojiu raised her hand and touched the wedding ring hanging on her chest, hidden by her white suit jacket.
With a lingering blush on her face, she said in a very soft voice, "Then I'll go."
Feng.
After Feng Chi sent that voice message, his phone fell onto the table. Cai Qing hurriedly went to retrieve it, breaking out in a sweat.
"Boss, maybe... maybe you should go to the hospital to get it checked out?" Cai Qing advised him. "If you go home like this, your wife will find out."
Feng Chi leaned back in his chair, raised his hand to shield his eyes, his pale Adam's apple bobbing up and down, his words hoarse.
"Need not."
Cai Qing was both anxious and angry.
After several days of intense overtime work, Feng Chi's migraine flared up again. He was on his way to pick up Wen Jiu, but the pain struck him unexpectedly the moment he stood up.
Even though she was in so much pain, Cai Wen Xiaojiu as if nothing was wrong. Cai Qing then had a blood sugar spike on the spot and was completely distraught.
"You..."
"Bang!"
The office door was suddenly kicked open, and a man in a suit rushed in with a dark face and anxious expression.
" President Feng, Xiao Qing said you're sick?"
Feng Chi raised her eyes, her phoenix eyes, moist with tears, coldly piercing him. " Xu Mingzhuo, try touching my door again."
Xu Mingzhuo:...
Oh dear, we've been discovered.
Xu Mingzhuo, a humble, high-level working-class man who was either slamming doors or on his way to slam them, touched his nose, feeling guilty for a second.
As everyone knows, when Xu Mingzhuo, the CEO of Feng, works overtime, what he hates most is not the culprit Feng Chi, but the door to the chairman's office.
Xu Mingzhuo: "A headache is an illness; it needs treatment."
"Even if you don't go to the hospital, you still need to take your medicine, right?" Xu Mingzhuo said without changing his expression. "Don't worry, no one dares to touch your medicine now. If you're still worried, I'll go buy it myself."
"Of course, if you're deliberately trying to upset your wife, then never mind," Xu Mingzhuo said, waving his phone understandingly. "I can even offer friendly assistance."
"You dare?" Feng Chi glared at him coldly, but Xu Mingzhuo remained expressionless, staring intently at him.
Two lone wolves faced off, both menacing; a lamb trembled nearby, fearing that Xu Mingzhuo would anger the big boss and be banished to the frontier (to mine in Africa or go mushroom digging in Myanmar ).
Cai Qing: "Um..."
Feng Chi snatched the phone away, coldly saying, " A-Jiu is in a competition. If you dare to distract him, I wouldn't mind sending Cai Qing to Africa."
Cai Qing: ¿ ¿ ¿ ¿
Why is it me???
Feng Chi didn't explain further, grabbed his coat, and walked out.
The sweat-soaked shirt clung tightly to her skin, outlining her well-defined figure, before being wrapped in a suit jacket.
Feng Chi pushed aside the person blocking the door, his eyes fierce and his forehead covered in cold sweat. "Get out."
Tsk, what a culprit.
Both disheveled and fierce.
Xu Mingzhuo sighed and said to Cai Qing, "You stay here, I'll go see him off."
Then he followed Feng Chi out the door.
Cai Qing, left standing there completely bewildered: So?
Xu Mingzhuo got into trouble, what does that have to do with Cai Qing?
Why send me to Africa?!
No one could explain it to him.
Xu Mingzhuo followed Feng Chi into the parking lot, and taking advantage of Feng Chi's current low threateningness, he simply shoved him into the back seat, his tone helpless and conciliatory. "I'll take you home, okay?"
Feng Chi kept his eyes closed, letting out a cold snort.
Xu Mingzhuo drove the car out of the parking space with one hand; his strong and powerful arm moved smoothly, subtly revealing a domineering wildness.
Like a cheetah lurking in the shadows, dangerous yet alluring.
However, his sweetheart wasn't there; she needed to stay behind and hold the line. Cheetah wasn't in the mood to show off his driving skills. He elegantly rolled his eyes, stepped on the gas, and sped off.
"I'd rather you die of pain."
Feng Chi didn't even bother to acknowledge him.
nerve.
Without uttering a word, he stepped on the gas, sending the dazed and confused Feng Chi directly to the recording site of the program.
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Cai Qing: A professional interpreter of her boss's thoughts for eight hundred years
Xu Mingzhuo: A professional at sabotaging his superiors for eight hundred years