After the draft became popular, he was secretly favored by the paranoid boss

Chapter 355 Is that just rhetoric?

Oh boy, it turns out the clown is me.

How excited was the scolding in the last second.

It would be so embarrassing to receive a call from my elders the next second.

Kuhaha started to remotely guide the broadcast on which channel, and finally made the elders in the family happy.

Then I doubt that life is empty: riding a horse... there are actually people watching.

Still such an outrageous audience.

It’s my own damn family!
The heated cynicism disappeared somewhat.

I was woken up by the cold reality.

Certain things that he had ignored gradually came to mind, and then he looked at the naysayers who had been jumping up and down in comments like him not long ago, and his expression froze.

Judging from the current progress, it seems that just those middle-aged and elderly fans who do not use the Internet very much can generate good ratings...

The estimate is indeed correct.

That night, once Fire Exploded was aired, there was not much overwhelming advance warm-up, only a few days of previews played on the official website and TST.

It actually reached the same ratings as Fire's debut battle on Peace Weekdays.

As soon as Cui Bin, the excited TST director, saw the data, he called Qian Yueliu directly to express his joyful praise and thanks.

Qian Yueliu and his brother Gong were equally elated.

Then Jijigugu was discussing follow-up plans under the guise of in-depth cooperation.

极洲
The night view from the top floor duplex is excellent, reflecting the bright lights of the busy traffic outside the window.

Only a few lights were turned on, revealing a warm yellow light. The man's long back was printed on the window, stretched very long by the night. The scarlet light in his hand burned upward little by little, and the smoke continued to rise.

Lonely, desolate, and desolate, like the people in the painting, they will disappear at any time.

thump-thump-

There was a knock on the door.

Finally, the man, who was almost as still as a statue, was awakened and turned his head, revealing a face as cold and handsome as a god.

The door was slowly opened.

The girl in the wheelchair looked up and saw the appearance of the person who opened the door, her eyes widened in shock.

"team……"

"Shen Qian." Fu Zhijin looked at the girl who came alone, opened her thin lips and read out the girl's name word by word.

The atmosphere was stagnant.

Obviously, seeing Fu Zhijin was absolutely shocking news to Shen Qian.

However, if the thick night cover is removed.

Maybe you can see some other emotions in those eyes.

Surprise, doubt, confusion, and relief...Glad.

Fu Zhijin turned sideways to make way for Shen Qian, and looked at the girl's wheelchair without any pity or sympathy. As if he was just addressing a normal, equal person, he asked calmly:
"Want me to help you?"

Shen Qian shook his head, as if he hadn't recovered from the shock, but by nature he didn't like to rely on others, so he stubbornly raised his hand to press the button on the electric wheelchair.

However, when she lifted it up, she felt numbness due to lack of blood circulation in her entire arm, which made her lift it up and put it down again.

I can't find the feeling that belongs to my own limbs.

It took nearly 1 minute.

Fu Zhijin's voice sounded again: "It's about to start. I'll take you in first, otherwise you'll miss the show."

With that said, he no longer waited for the girl's insistence, his slender hands grasped the armrests at the back of the wheelchair, and pushed the person in.

He glanced down calmly.

The lights in the community are very bright. Strangers are usually strictly prohibited from entering this top-level community. At this moment, without the owner's instructions, there are still several private cars parked downstairs, and a dozen people who look like bodyguards are guarding downstairs.

As for why...

nothing else.

Although Shen Qian has lived in seclusion for a long time, she still has countless assets in her name.

It just so happens that there are only a dozen or so suites in the most expensive community in Jizhou Commercial Center, where land is at a premium.The moment Fu Zhijin approached, Shen Qian's voice suddenly trembled:

"...you...remember?"

Fu Zhijin said nothing.

Just push people into the living room.

The super large embedded TV screen was brightly lit, and it was specially connected to external channels.

Shen Qian has never paid attention to TV entertainment or anything like that.

Overwhelmed.

After staring blankly as he was brought in, the lights in the room turned on and Fu Zhijin switched from the movie viewing mode to the normal mode.

A distant and cold voice slowly sounded: "The viewing effect may not be good, but in order to prevent some unnecessary misunderstandings, I apologize."

Shen Qian: "..."

What I wanted to say was suddenly blocked by this sentence.

She thought about something from her childhood.

A certain ice-faced person prides himself on keeping his privacy as pure as jade, not talking to anyone other than CiCi, not even looking at him.

Childish to death.

Then he was hammered by CiCi.

Suddenly, after so many years, that mature and cold face appeared.

She actually seemed to see a miniature version of a childish ghost again.

... simply outrageous!
Shen Qian felt like her heart was being bombarded.

There was a duang sound, and my head was buzzing.

I was momentarily stumped and didn't know what to say to express my speechlessness.

Then he suddenly paused and looked at the flashing pictures on the TV, his whole face filled with astonishment.

"This--"

Shen Qian's eyes widened.

Staring at the trailer that appeared on the screen in disbelief.

The background music is brisk and positive, and the vocals are not obtrusive at all. They blend perfectly with the music, as if they are running freely under the bright sun, casual, free, and unrestrained towards the warm sun.

Listening to it makes you feel happy.

In recent years, except for a few old singers, the younger generation has never heard anything good. It sounds like ghosts crying and wolves howling, without even a basic melody. What's more, they are directly sampled and used as stitch monsters.

Shen Qian originally had some love for music, but later in this bad downturn market, which was in decline, her temper was completely wiped out, so she just picked up a few old songs in her collection and listened to them, and no longer tried to find someone to cultivate her sentiments in the music field. Fun.

However, the moment I heard this song.

But interest arose for the first time in a long time.

A simple and unpretentious lady from a wealthy family, her interests are also very simple and unpretentious:

listen well!
I really want to buy a physical record!

Then, on a sunny afternoon, she would find a sunny afternoon, watch the beautiful scenery, hold a cup of tea, and play it on a loop a hundred and eighty times on the antique record player that she bought!

However, the idea of ​​​​trying to buy records has not yet sunk in.

After seeing the figure flashing in the trailer.

The whole person fell into a strange shock.

He leaned forward and almost fell out of the wheelchair, but was quickly supported by Fu Zhijin with frowning eyes and hands.

"Be careful-" Fu Zhijin, who didn't have much patience for treating others equally, frowned and pushed the person back into the wheelchair.

He was obviously very surprised by this reckless girl.

However, before he could withdraw his hand, he was suddenly grabbed by Shen Qian's hands excitedly, and his voice was filled with eagerness to confirm something.

Before half of his body could sit still, he turned around, like a drowning man grasping at the last straw, and his voice was trembling:
"You remember, don't you?"

"Just now...that was CiCi? It was CiCi, right?"

(End of this chapter)