Chapter 100: Good Women
"What?!" Fu Mingshuang said in shock, thinking he had misheard.
"Details... I'm asking you what the details are here. Please elaborate." Lu Shiyu drew another circle with his red pen.
Oh, it turns out that I really heard it wrong.
Fu Mingshuang glanced at the interview transcript and explained, "It's about the recent increase in tariffs on my country by the United States. If a trade war breaks out, it will affect the future direction of relations between the two countries."
She saw Lu Shiyu tick the box again...
I originally thought that the proofreading would take only 30 minutes to complete, but it took more than an hour and was not finished until after six o'clock.
"Okay, there's no problem on our end." Lu Shiyu finally made the final decision and handed the information to Fu Mingshuang. "Please send it to Secretary Song after you revise it."
"Okay." Fu Mingshuang took the materials and began to pack her briefcase.
She sat so much that her buttocks were almost stye-like, so she twisted her waist slightly to stretch the waist muscles that were almost strained.
But Lu Shiyu only saw her slender waist twisting...
He looked away and raised his hand to check the time.
"It's so late. I'm sorry to have wasted your time, Miss Fu. Do you want me to treat you to a meal to make amends?"
"No need, I'm used to eating at 8 o'clock." Fu Mingshuang said with a cold face.
"Okay, then please do as you please." Lu Shiyu stood up, and the chair made a "rustling" sound, which was very inappropriate.
He walked away with long legs, leaving Fu Mingshuang alone in the meeting room.
"It's incomprehensible." Fu Mingshuang looked at his back and cursed weakly.
After Song Lang finished his work and returned to the meeting room, he saw that Fu Mingshuang had already left, so he went around to look for Lu Shiyu.
"Is everything correct?" Song Lang asked Lu Shiyu.
"Okay. I'll ask her to revise it and send the manuscript to you." Lu Shiyu typed on the keyboard without taking his eyes off the computer screen.
Song Lang was about to leave when he remembered something and turned back to ask, "Ayu, what happened to you just now? Why did you suddenly tease a decent woman out of the blue?"
"A good woman?" Lu Shiyu paused typing on the keyboard.
Fu Mingshuang?
Fu Mingshuang is a decent woman?!
Lu Shiyu sneered.
In the past, she often wore low-cut tops and short skirts, and put on glamorous makeup. But today, her collar is buttoned to her neck, the long sleeves cover her arms, and the skirt is below her knees. It is indeed a big change. She is indeed dignified and decent...
Can……
"I'm the one she's always teasing."
One year and ten months ago.
Lu Shiyu believed that this was the truth.
"Pfft, just keep bragging." Song Lang sneered, "You don't even know that you were staring at me just now."
The hand that was typing on the keyboard stopped completely, and his eyes tightened.
Song Lang looked at Lu Shiyu, thinking he was shy and embarrassed, so he comforted him: "But my lady, this is also human nature. She is indeed very attractive. If it were me, I would also take a few more glances at her."
"She's already married." Lu Shiyu glanced at Song Lang and said coldly.
"Ah?! How did you know?" Song Lang's mind flashed back to the previous scene. "You wouldn't ask her if she's single after I left, would you?"
Lu Shiyu continued typing on the keyboard without answering him.
Song Lang thought he agreed.
Everyone said that Lu Shiyu, who had been studying here since college, was the most beautiful woman in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and had never been interested in either women or men.
I didn't expect that he is such a reserved and reserved person.
No wonder they were so enthusiastic when they heard that the Capital TV Station was coming to interview them. It turned out that they were attracted by the beauties working at the TV station.
Tsk tsk tsk…Song Lang shook his head.
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As the leading actress of the Capital TV Station, Fang Lan is an intellectual and elegant beauty who exudes the fragrance of books.
As the time for the scheduled interview approached, she sprayed perfume on her right wrist and entered the studio early.
Yan Guohua came. He was in his early 50s, with some white hair on his temples, sharp eyes, and a slim figure, but he had an approachable smile.
Fang Lan stood up to greet him, extending her right hand gracefully. "Hello, Minister Yan. I'm Fang Lan from Imperial Capital Television."
A fragrant aroma lingered in the air, and Yan Guohua shook hands with her. "I've heard of Anchor Fang's great name for a long time. It's an honor."
"Minister Yan, what are you talking about?" Fang Lan smiled and took a seat at Yan Guohua's gesture.
The two were exchanging polite greetings, the lighting and equipment teams were debugging, and the show was ready to begin.
On the other side, Lu Shiyu pushed the door and entered the control room.
Fu Mingshuang, who was standing in the control room, glanced at him and frowned: "Where is Secretary Song?"
"He drank a drink before going out and had diarrhea, so he can't come." Lu Shiyu said calmly.
"Doesn't Minister Yan have other secretaries? Why would you bother Team Leader Lu to come in person for such a small matter?"
"The interview transcript passed through my hands, so what problem do I have?" Lu Shiyu looked at her indifferently. After he said that, it seemed as if she, Fu Mingshuang, was petty and making trouble for no reason.
Never mind, it’s all work.
Fu Mingshuang warned himself again.
She handed the headset to Lu Shiyu and said politely, "Team Leader Lu, this is your headset. We are broadcasting this live online."
"Understood." Lu Shiyu took the headset and looked at Fu Mingshuang: "How do I wear this?"
"Go around to the back like this..." Fu Mingshuang gestured, "Then buckle it over your ear like this."
"I don't understand. Please help me put it on." Lu Shiyu handed it to Fu Mingshuang.
"Are you mentally retarded?" Fu Mingshuang couldn't help but blurt out.
As soon as these words came out, they attracted horrified glances from everyone in the control room. After all, in their eyes, Fu Mingshuang was just a newcomer who had just graduated and joined the TV station six months ago, while the other party was a serious diplomat. Their status was not equal.
Fu Mingshuang sensed that the atmosphere was not right, so she had to calm down and picked up the intercom and said, "Colleagues from the equipment team, please come in. Someone here doesn't know how to wear a headset."
The intercom responded, and the person said irritably, "We are debugging on site. Look which idiot doesn't know how to put it on. Please help that idiot put it on."
Oh, my colleagues in the equipment group didn’t know that the idiot was standing next to Fu Mingshuang.
Colleagues in the control room were sweating profusely and the entire control room was silent.
"Come on, idiot. Oh no, it's Team Leader Lu. Let me help you." Fu Mingshuang took the headset from Lu Shiyu's hand, regardless of his face which was as black as charcoal.
"Keep your head down," she said.
He did as he was told.
He lowered his head in front of her. It seemed that only she, Fu Mingshuang, could make Lu Shiyu bow his head.
Fu Mingshuang stood on tiptoe, wrapped the wire around his neck, and then hung the earplug on his earlobe.
Lu Shiyu was almost hanging on her shoulders, smelling the faint scent of perfume on her body.
She changed her perfume. It was no longer the enchanting and overbearing scent she had before. It was very light, like the smell of shower gel.
His eyes naturally fell on her fair neck. The collar of her shirt stood up, and only a little bit of collarbone was visible on each side.
Fu Mingshuang carefully helped him put on his earphones. Her fingertips accidentally touched his earlobe, and she inadvertently discovered that there was a thin transparent tube inserted into his earlobe.
The ear piercing he had made that year to please her has not healed yet.
There is a dress code regulation and you can’t wear it, so why leave a loophole?
Fu Mingshuang paused, put on his headphones, and took a half step back.
"Let's test it." She cleared her throat.
"That's OK." Lu Shiyu said.
The interview officially begins.
In the studio, Fang Lan chatted calmly and measuredly with Yan Guohua according to the interview script agreed upon previously. Fu Mingshuang and Lu Shiyu were in the control room, keeping an eye on the situation in the studio. The whole process went very smoothly.
Until Fang Lan suddenly raised a question: I just received news from the reporters at the front that an anti-China riot is taking place in the United States. What is the current response of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs?
Yan Guohua paused.
Lu Shiyu reacted immediately: "This is not within the scope of the interview outline. The interview is terminated and the footage is frozen." His tone was neither anxious nor impatient, but steady, and carried a sense of oppression.
He walked over to the director, placed his hand on his shoulder, and repeated word by word: "I asked you to stop the footage."
These few short words weighed heavily on the director, exuding a powerful aura that was hard to ignore. The director's hand hesitated on the button and looked at Fu Mingshuang.
Lu Shiyu took action directly, but Fu Mingshuang took a step forward and blocked him from touching the operating table.
"We can't stop until Sister Lan says so." Fu Mingshuang said this to the director, but she was looking at Lu Shiyu.
Lu Shiyu stared at Fu Mingshuang, approaching her, getting closer and closer, constantly shortening the distance between them, his breath caressing Fu Mingshuang's face.
Fu Mingshuang was a little timid, but she still managed to face it head-on: "Team Leader Lu, Minister Yan didn't even say stop, why are you doing this?"
Lu Shiyu pressed against her, just like before, breaking Fu Mingshuang's waist little by little, and pinning her down under him until she had nowhere to retreat.
In the past, what followed was Lu Shiyu's fierce attack and Fu Mingshuang's continuous loss of defense, and this time, it seemed to be similar:
"I said, stop."
Lu Shiyu's hand directly pressed the signal interference button next to Fu Mingshuang.
Fu Mingshuang stared blankly at him who was so close to her.
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