"Su Yu, please send the content of the third episode to the guests so they can familiarize themselves with it first."
After the meeting, Li Wan gave instructions to Su Yu as he walked out.
"Okay, Director Li."
Su Yu agreed, waited for Li Wan to walk out of the office, and then jumped in front of Fang Xiaole with a smile.
"Dear Vice President Fang, have you forgotten what you promised me?"
Everyone else was somewhat accustomed to it. Luo Hui put his arm around Zhang Zhiqin's shoulder and walked out as if nothing had happened.
Zhang Zhiqin looked back at Su Yu and wanted to speak, but was forcibly dragged to the door of the conference room by Luo Hui.
"Of course I didn't forget. I still owe you a thank you meal."
Fang Xiaole smiled and said loudly to his colleagues in the planning team, "Is everyone free tonight? I'll treat you all to dinner."
"Vice President Fang wants to treat us? Of course I'm free!"
"Vice President Fang got a promotion and he hasn't treated us to a meal yet. How could he be busy?"
Luo Hui turned around and looked at Fang Xiaole in surprise. He had always thought that Fang Xiaole and Su Yu had some kind of relationship, and tonight must be a "date" between the two of them. He didn't expect Fang Xiaole to suddenly invite so many people to dinner.
Zhang Zhiqin's eyes lit up and she immediately agreed: "Okay, I'll go!"
"Where's Brother Luo? Why don't you ask for a leave for your sister-in-law? It's a rare opportunity to relax. We'll have to work hard again in the next two days."
Fang Xiaole sincerely invited Luo Hui.
"Yeah, we still have to give Xiao Fang some face."
Luo Hui thought about how his family member was forcing him to have a second child recently, causing him to suffer from back pain every night. Today, he finally had a legitimate reason to give his brother a day off, so he nodded steadily.
"Su Yu, today is mainly to thank you, what do you want to eat?"
Fang Xiaole took out his cell phone to make a reservation while asking Su Yu for his opinion.
"Then let's eat hot pot." Su Yu forced a smile.
"Okay, we'll be at Liangpin Xiaoxian Hotpot City tonight. I've made a reservation. We'll go straight over after everyone finishes work."
Fang Xiaole quickly booked a table online and turned to talk to the others.
"OK, thank you, Vice President Fang!"
Everyone agreed with a smile.
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."
Su Yu said this and quickly walked out of the meeting room.
Fang Xiaole looked at her back and felt a little guilty, but he did not regret what he had done.
Although he is slow in this regard, he also knows the principle of making a decision when necessary.
Otherwise, if you keep someone hanging without giving any response, wouldn’t that make you a scumbag?
Fang Xiaole subconsciously picked up his phone and opened WeChat, hoping to see the red dot on the pretty little girl's profile picture indicating a new message.
But he was disappointed, she didn't send him a message.
She should be busy recording new songs now, right?
"Xiao Fang, let's go."
Luo Hui shouted at the door, their planning team still had to go to several locations to coordinate the layout of the venue.
“Oh, here it comes!”
Fang Xiaole agreed and hurried to catch up with Luo Hui and Zhang Zhiqin.
Fang Xiaole was busy running around between several outdoor locations throughout the afternoon.
After work, he feasted with his colleagues at the hot pot restaurant. Although everyone seemed to be laughing and having fun, Fang Xiaole felt a little uncomfortable in his heart.
He didn't receive any WeChat messages all day today.
At around ten o'clock in the evening, Fang Xiaole returned to the rental house, washed up quickly, and went to bed.
In the next two days, the program team's preparations entered the final stage, and everyone entered an overloaded working state.
When Fang Xiaole dragged his tired body back to his rental house every night, he would subconsciously open WeChat, but he did not see the expected message.
So he immersed himself in the variety show directing course.
He had already completed the more than ten directing classes that Hong Sanshi had sent him before. Later, Hong Sanshi simply gave him all the courses on variety show directing in Huaying.
Fang Xiaole works during the day and studies directing at night, so his life is quite fulfilling.
But I always feel a little lost in my heart, as if something is missing.
She has to record two new songs and produce an album in a few days, so she must be very busy. It’s better not to disturb her.
Fang Xiaole comforted himself in this way.
On the third night after the two "lost contact", Fang Xiaole finally couldn't help it. After watching a directing course, he picked up his mobile phone.
In order to avoid becoming hesitant while overthinking and ultimately losing the courage to send the message, Fang Xiaole quickly typed a line of words in the WeChat dialog box and pressed the send button directly:
"How's your injury?"
After sending the message, Fang Xiaole sat on the chair, holding his mobile phone, staring blankly at the ceiling which already had several tiny cracks.
But after a long time, Lin Yao still didn't come back.
Fang Xiaole put down his phone and continued to study the directing course.
It's already past ten o'clock, she may have gone to bed.
Anyway, we will be able to meet in a few days when we record the show. I can ask her about her injury recovery then.
However, even though he thought this in his mind, Fang Xiaole still couldn't concentrate immediately. He was always distracted while watching the teaching video, and his learning efficiency was very low.
"The sand on my fingertips, the him in my heart, the one I've been waiting for."
Suddenly, a gentle and sad song rang out in the cramped rental house, instantly dispelling the coldness and loneliness of the night.
Fang Xiaole was stunned for a moment and quickly picked up the phone.
Sure enough, a red dot indicating an incoming message lit up next to the cute little girl’s avatar.
Fang Xiaole opened Lin Yao's WeChat, but what he saw was not text, but a picture.
This is a white ankle, and the previous redness and swelling have mostly subsided.
Then Lin Yao sent another voice message.
"Look, it's almost done. Have you been very busy these past two days?"
There was a hint of fatigue in her voice, and a slight nasal tone.
"Yes, I'm quite busy. How about you? How's the recording of your new song going?"
Fang Xiaole sent a voice message, thought for a moment, and then asked:
"You seem very tired. Do you have a cold?"
It's the end of September now. It has been raining in Jiangrong City these days. The temperature is fluctuating, so it's easy to catch a cold.
Lin Yao is in the critical period of recording a new song, and it would be very troublesome if she caught a cold.
This time, Lin Yao did not reply immediately. After a while, she sent a text message.
"It's okay, I just got caught in the rain on the way back. I'll be fine after taking a shower later."
Fang Xiaole frowned slightly. Lin Yao always had a car to pick her up when she went out, so how could she get caught in the rain?
But he didn't ask too much. He was not related to Lin Yao, and being too talkative would only make people dislike him.
"Then go take a shower quickly, don't really catch a cold."
Just after he finished speaking, he remembered something and continued:
"Your foot isn't fully healed yet, so you still need to take care of it. By the way, you only sent pictures of your feet, how about your back?"
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