The personal secretary mistakenly slept on the black-bellied president

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spn [v Xuanyuan] Fu forehead, probably as you can imagine.

[Beautiful and beautiful] The scene of falling in love and killing each other like you, I like to watch it the most, let's go!

【v Xuanyuan】Stop gloating.

[Beautiful and beautiful] How can I be so happy, baahaha!

[Mei Luan Mei Huan] Hey, why are you silent again... [

Ignoring his friend's ridicule, Tang Yan closed his business notebook, and made a phone call to the gold medal publicist: "For that weekend dinner, you and Hong Meng go over there, and take the red envelope."

"Yes." The gold medal publicist figured out what the boss meant, and asked appropriately, "What about the special assistant letter?"

"He's with me." After hanging up the phone, Tang Yan put his hands behind his head and lay on the bed with his legs slightly crossed... He really wanted to see that haughty face could show some other expressions, even if It's okay to be angry...

On the weekend, the city of Beijing was still dry and cold, and the snow on the base of the wall had not yet melted.

At 01:30, the weather was the warmest, Feng Xuan stood quietly in the subway line 2 with one hand in his trouser pocket, looking at Weibo on his mobile phone.

Weibo shows that the planning girl has already gone to Yandai Xiejie.

He slightly hooked his thin lips, lowered his head and replied, "I'm probably going to be there soon."

On the other end, the planning girl who was drinking milk tea pointed to Weibo: "Journey sm said he will be there in a while."

"Really?" The sweet-looking girl came over and smiled even more beautifully after seeing the content of the reply

The important watch hands hanging in the milk tea shop make a ticking sound

Everyone's hearts are beating slowly at this moment

Finally... to meet...

The hour hand pointed to [-]:[-], and the girls who came to face the base also came in from the door one by one.

On weekdays, everyone chats on the Internet, but there are few opportunities to meet each other. They are either working or going to school. Some people who are not locals can get together this time. Everyone’s mood can be imagined excited.

The artist girl who came from Qinhuangdao hugged the planner girl and didn't let go, she has a very cute personality.

In the later stage, the girl spoke in a Hong Kong and Taiwan accent, and was being pulled aside by the director's girl to chat about tongue twisters.

"Four four four, fourteen ten."

"nonono!" The director's sister shook her finger: "Wrong, four is four, ten is ten!"

After another 5 minutes, the v's started to arrive one after another. Homecoming was the first to arrive, followed by his partner. [

Homecoming's real name is Xiao Ziteng, who was born in a music class and is currently studying in the broadcasting department of a certain university. He is dressed very freshly, with a plaid shirt and a beige sweater on his upper body, light blue jeans on his lower body, and a thong on his back. Canvas bag, curled eyelashes, big eyes, fair skin, and a clear voice, a pair of framed glasses made him look more immature and pure, and his gorgeous cuteness turned over a group of girls.

The girls were naturally happy when they saw him, and they all wanted to pinch his little face and eat tofu.

Xiao Ziteng seemed to like the feeling of being held by others, he laughed, looked around and asked, "Why don't you see Brother Xuanyuan?"

"Someone really has a problem. When you come, just ask the male god, um..." The screenwriter girl is a die-hard fan of Homecoming, so she naturally wants to see her family get together with the male god. There was a taste of ridicule.

Xiao Ziteng's face turned red when she said it, and he wanted to cover it up and said: "Brother Xuanyuan and I don't have that kind of relationship, don't talk nonsense."

"Oh?" The screenwriter girl touched her chin: "I don't believe it!"