Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

"Thank you."

"I think you'd better come back, don't make a mess of things and let me clean up the mess for you."

When Wan Qiqi was about to go back, she felt that the time was not ripe and it would be better now, and she was played around by Wen Qian.

"Let me try one last time, and if I don't succeed, I'll go back."

Mr. Gao Ya agreed, so it's time to retreat.

The interview arranged by Tu Meiling for Wen Qian began. This time, the reporter attached great importance to Wen Qian, and even offered to conduct the interview in Wen Qian's office.

Wen Qian didn't have to go to another place, she wished for it, but she didn't expect that the reporter who came to interview was someone she knew.

But I don't know the name. She had looked for him before, but there was no news after that day.

The reporter in front of him was the man Gao Yajun pushed her into the water and rescued her on the day of Gao Yajun's birthday party.

Did not expect to be a reporter.

Han Zhexi also recognized Wen Qian at a glance.

"So it's you!" Wen Qian's surprised voice scared the cameraman so much that the tripod was almost unsteady.

Han Zhexi was not as surprised as Wen Qian. He had already investigated before coming here, but he didn't expect Wen Qian to remember him.

"Don't come here, how is President Wen?" Now that he was recognized, Han Zhexi couldn't care as much as he would treat ordinary interviewees.

"I'm fine. I've been looking for you, but I haven't seen you since I left the birthday party that day." I couldn't help but thank you, but now I finally have a chance.

Seeing that Han Zhexi and Mrs. Fu are so close, the cameraman took the opportunity to pull him aside: "I don't see that you know such a number one person. I'll ask her a few more personal questions later."

Wen Qian will definitely answer, so the sales of their magazine will definitely increase, because no reporter has ever been able to pry any personal information from Wen Qian's mouth before.

Han Zhexi refused without even thinking about it. As a reporter, he has his own professional ethics.

The photographer hates iron for being weak, and Han Zhexi didn't grasp such a good opportunity: "You have been in Taiwan for two years, and you are still a small reporter. Don't you have the idea of ​​climbing up?"

These days, he doesn't care how to climb up without a trump card in his hand, but he doesn't want to continue to be a third-tier photographer anymore. He follows him to the mountains all day long, but luckily he still can't get any money.

"You don't tell me."

"You are a photographer, what do you say?" Han Zhexi wanted to see what he could do.

After reading the manuscript, Wen Qian made an "OK" gesture with Han Zhexi. These interviews were all scripted, otherwise it would be troublesome to edit later if the guests couldn't answer.

Han Zhexi put on a special face for interviews: "Thank you very much Mr. Wen for accepting the exclusive interview with our station in his busy schedule."

"You're welcome, let's work together for a win-win situation."

"My station has prepared a few questions, and Mr. Wen can answer us if it is convenient for us."

The cameraman adjusted the camera, thinking about how to interject to ask Wen Qian a question.

"What is Mr. Wen's original intention for founding Lingqian Studio?"

In fact, any questions Han Zhexi asks are exclusive, because this is the first time Wenqian has been interviewed in such a formal manner. Before, there was no time, and the TV station also looked down on their small studio. Now it is different, and the identity has been changed. Well, after searching for a long time, Tu Meiling found out that this family has no black material, and she also asked that there should be absolutely no reporters who come here just for gossip.

"Although the domestic dubbing environment is gradually improving, there is still a gap from the real popularization. I want more people to understand the dubbing culture."

"Which one do you think is the most impressive dubbing you have received so far?"

When she just read the manuscript, Wen Qian thought of the answer: "It was the time I dubbed my mother-in-law." At that time, Ning Wenru had just arrived and didn't dare to reveal her identity, so she used the dubbing excuse to get to know her. Thinking about it, it was really well-intentioned.

Han Zhexi didn't expect Ning Wenru to like dubbing: "What is the next step for the studio's development?"

"Of course the next step is to expand internationally, but there is no clear goal yet. The last time I went to a foreign film company, I was tricked. Now I will choose international companies more carefully."

Wen Qian's answer is very official, but if you listen carefully, you can tell that she has a lot of resentment towards which film company.

Seeing that the interview was coming to an end, the photographer Han Zhexi really didn't listen to his words, and took the initiative to attack: "As far as I know, Lingqian Studio is invested by Fu Ye, so Mr. Wen's success today has nothing to do with Fu Ye. Can't get rid of the relationship, right?"

Anyway, they are husband and wife, so it's harmless for him to tease them.

Wen Qian's complexion changed slightly, but immediately returned to normal.

Han Zhexi quickly stood up and turned off the camera: "What do you mean?"

Wen Qian's expression also collapsed, the cameraman must have crossed the line.

The cameraman didn't realize that Wen Qian was already upset, and was very upset with Han Zhexi's questioning, and he even forcibly turned off his camera: "Han Zhexi, why are you so anxious, President Wen didn't say anything. "

Wen Qian had heard a lot of gossip before, but few of them reached her.

Recently, it appeared frequently, first Chu Feng, and now even a photographer dared to blatantly tease her relationship with Fu Yicheng.

Han Zhexi followed the photographer's words and looked at Wen Qian, who was no longer in her original position.

The photographer also noticed it, turned around, and found that Wen Qian walked to her boss chair and sat down at some point: "Photographer, as far as I know, you are not qualified to ask questions."

The cameraman just said that Wen Qian might not mind, but the slap in the face is coming too fast now.

"Mr. Wen, this was originally in the press release. Reporter Han just forgot to mention it."

"I just read the press release. Why didn't I see it? Even assistants don't know much about personal issues. Could it be that the photographer wants to work with me?" Wen Qian's calm eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person.

Han Zhexi knew it.

Wen Qian turned her eyes to Han Zhexi again: "I have something to say to Han Zhexi alone, please go out first."

I believe that Han Zhexi is also uncomfortable with such a teammate who has no vision.

Only after there were only two people left in the office did Wen Qian regain her approachable feeling: "Those who can attend Gao Yajun's birthday party should not be reduced to being a small reporter."

Han Zhexi was seen through and did not hide anything: "I just like it, my colleagues don't know, please keep it secret for me, Mr. Wen."

Wen Qian nodded, and she could see that the photographer's attitude towards Han Zhexi just now, Han Zhexi, as the rich second generation, could bear it.

Wen Qian wanted to talk about how to thank him, but unfortunately Tu Meiling pushed the door in at this time.

"Why is the photographer outside..." Before finishing speaking, Han Zhexi was shocked.

Wen Qian supported her forehead, Tu Meiling came again.

When you see a handsome guy, you lose the ability to fight strong. Tu Meiling is like this: "Is this reporter Han?"