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In fact, Meng Xinyan was the editor of the “Fashion” studio, which ranked first in the weekly magazine list, so it will be hired.

The propaganda director slammed the door. "I will give you the last chance. If you don't do well, you will immediately resign to the editor-in-chief. We will not raise people here."

"I will do it well, thank you."

This has not said what it is! She agreed so easily! The propaganda director is used to it, and she is naturally blind to her.

"The coffin pushed us off an invitation. If you can invite her to take a cover, stay here. If not, then I am sorry, the door is over there." The right hand pointed to the door.

Meng Xinyan can't help but repeat: "Lingling?"

There was a scorn in the eyes of the propaganda director. "What? Just now, I can’t finish it now?"

"No, no, I just want to confirm, just let her go, I can stay here, right?"

"That's right, but I only give you two days."

Looking at the back of Meng Xinyan's go out, the entertainment records are all in a group.

"The director is making it clear that she is going to be embarrassed! Actually, I have seen it. The manuscript she wrote is quite good."

"This Lingbi has not received the notice since joining the "Yi Ling". The last time the "Fashion" studio, which ranked first, refused. This Meng Xinyan can't finish it!"

"And only two days, I have never seen the director so mean."

The propaganda director suddenly appeared behind them like a ghost, and snorted. "There is no strength, don't deserve to stay here, are you free now?"

The entertainment reporters immediately dispersed and went to work at hand.

The coffin can quickly become popular in three years. At first glance, it is a potential stock. Now it is a multiplier, and I am embarrassed. What about her?

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When Meng Xinyan came back, he saw a pair of high heels on the shoe rack. He thought that it must be a coffin, and there was a hint of happiness on his face.

"Mom, are you coming back?"

When Meng Xinyan saw her daughter, it seemed as if all the sorrows had disappeared.

"Hey, haven't you been rehearsing street dance these days?"

"Well, I came over to see Mom, and I will leave after a while."

"Then you sit first, Mom will give you some fruit."

"You don't need a mother, you can sit." The coffin was pulling Meng Mengyan on the sofa. "Mom, when are you free? The parents who remembered want to see you."

Meng Xinyan suddenly had some trouble. "See me? But I..." When I saw Xu Yizhi, I felt that he was extravagant and should be the young master or son of a rich family, so he would meet with his parents. May be humiliated!

If you let the Lingbi know that Meng Xinyan’s family situation has not been explored, let her marry Xu Yizhi, I will be surprised.

After all, Meng Xinyan knew about it...

It seems that she is uneasy, and the coffin whispers softly. "Mom, don't worry! Mother-in-law is very good."

"That... wait until your recording is over and go!"

"Well, no problem, oh~ Also, listen to Zidi saying that you are looking for an entertainment (entertainment reporter) job?"

"Yeah, the progress has been quite smooth. When they heard that I used to work in "Popular", I immediately decided to hire me. You don't have to worry about Mom."

The more she said this, the more unbelief the coffin did. The last time she said it, she said that it was a decent job, and the result was awkward... This is not the meaning of the profession, but the job. People.

"Which weekly magazine?"