This kind of mentality is very strange, and Fang Xiaole doesn't know how to explain it.
A beautiful and gentle popular female singer.
A strong woman who looks heroic while recording the show.
A decadent and cute girl next door on the roof.
Which one is the real her?
"Xiao Fang, I've looked at the planning for this episode, and I think it could be improved a bit."
Fang Xiaole was lost in thought when the chief planner Wang Zheng came over with the plans for the next few issues.
"Mr. Wang, this is what I think..."
Fang Xiaole and Wang Zheng discussed some details in the subsequent program planning, while Zhang Zhiqin stretched his neck and listened beside them.
Zhang Zhiqin's position just happened to block Fang Xiaole's sight, so he didn't notice that Lin Yao had turned her head at this moment, her beautiful eyes gazing deeply at him...
After a while, the guests were almost done with their rest. As everyone’s schedule was tight, they said goodbye to each other and left.
Hong Sanshi was just looking for an opportunity to ask Lin Yao privately if anything happened between her and Fang Xiaole in the car, but because he had to catch a flight, he was forcibly taken away by his agent.
Teacher Hong, whose passion for gossip was raging, was helpless and had to say goodbye to Fang Xiaole in a hurry.
Lin Yao sat on a chair and said she wanted to rest for a while before leaving, so Fangfang had to accompany her.
After all the guests had left and even the staff at the recording site had packed up their equipment and left one after another, Fangfang finally couldn't help it.
"Sister Yao, it's already late. Sister Yan told you to get enough sleep every day, otherwise your skin will be bad."
"Okay, let's go." Lin Yao retracted her gaze and stopped looking at Fang Xiaole who was still discussing with his colleagues in the planning group, and stood up.
Just as she took a step, her feet stopped and cold sweat broke out on her forehead.
"Sister Yao, what's wrong?" Fangfang didn't notice and just asked curiously.
"No, nothing, let's go." Lin Yao raised her foot and continued to move forward, but the sweat on her forehead became more and more dense.
"That..." Suddenly, Fang Xiaole's voice came from behind.
Lin Yao stopped for a moment, a hint of joy appearing on her face.
He came to see me?
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