Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

Lu Yanyu's studio is in a very good location in the city center. The surrounding shops and shopping malls are very lively. Even on weekdays, pedestrians are still busy.

Aning originally thought that wearing a hat and a mask would reduce her presence, but in fact it was just the opposite. Countless people stared at her curiously along the way.

She successfully experienced the counterproductive feeling, and she couldn't resist this feeling, so she took the little fox's hand and headed straight for her destination.

The studio area is very large, and the artists' lounge alone occupies several rooms. Probably to show off the literary and artistic atmosphere, the walls on both sides of the corridor are hung with paintings of the same series. Those who didn't know better thought it was for viewing exhibitions.

The interview office was in the last room in the corridor. After approaching, Aning asked the little fox to wait at the door while he opened the door and walked in.

The conversation went smoother than expected, and both parties almost reached an agreement. To be honest, Aning was quite satisfied with the management system here, and artists had the right to speak.

"Our studio currently only has two artists signed, so you don't have to worry about resources. We are absolutely fair and impartial and will not show favoritism."

"You are popular and are currently filming a new film directed by the director. This is your advantage. But in this era of Internet memory, if you want to go on for a long time, you still have to find a professional and reliable team. We happen to have such a team in our studio. team."

"So do you want to consider our studio?"

The interviewer was Lu Yanyu's friend and another partner of this studio, named Li Jiarui. He looked very polite with glasses and spoke without any airs.

Rather than saying that he is a boss, it is better to say that he is like an eloquent negative debater, every word of what he said is on point, and as a positive debater, Aning actually feels that it makes sense.

"Hmm...sounds good, can I ask a question?"

Li Jiarui adjusted his glasses, looked directly at her, raised his hand and said, "You can ask, just tell me."

"Will it be covered after signing the contract?"

"...it's all covered." Li Jiarui looked at the girl sitting opposite him with a complicated expression. Is this a problem? Why was it different from what he expected? Shouldn't we ask some questions about sharing?

"Then I'll sign it!"

In fact, after chatting with Lu Yanyu, she had the intention to sign a contract. The only thing she was worried about was that the studio would not have housing security. After all, the place where she lived was exposed, and she would be worried if someone came to her door one day. Well, for the sake of safety, I still have to change my residence.

As for why she doesn't rent another place by herself, the reason is simple: she is poor.

Looking at the girl writing furiously, Li Jiarui wondered if he was overthinking it. Li Jiarui always felt that the reason why she signed was because she was interested in the studio.

"I've signed it." Aning put the pen on the table, looked up at Li Jiarui, picked up one of the contracts and asked, "Shall I take this one with me?"

Li Jiarui stared at the person for a long time. It wasn't until she raised her head and their eyes met that he looked away in panic. He took off his glasses and breathed a sigh of relief. He pretended that the lenses were blurry and was wiping them. When he heard her voice, he squinted and raised his eyes and said: "Ah yes, take it away."

After both parties confirmed the contract, Aning said goodbye. Li Jiarui didn't stay and just got up and sent the person out. He shook hands with her at the door and said, "It's a pleasure to cooperate."

"It's a pleasure to cooperate." The girl is fair, her skin looks very clear under the warm light, her cheeks are slightly pink, her eyebrows are curved in a nice arc, and she is full of affinity, which makes people happy just to look at her.

Li Jiarui suddenly felt that Lu Yanyu had a good eye for people, such as him and this girl.

"A Ning." A certain fox suddenly spoke as he stared at the hands clasped at the door. His dark pupils were deep and obscure, and his thin lips under the mask were slightly pursed. He came up with some caution, holding the girl's arm and said coquettishly. : "I'm hungry, shall we go get something to eat?"

Just as Aning was about to say yes, he was interrupted by Li Jiarui's exclamation from the side: "Why are you here? Didn't you say you couldn't come?"

Seeing the two of them being so close, Li Jiarui whistled in his heart, oh, that's pretty good. He just said two days ago that he would find a way, so he just posted it today. He really deserves to be Lu Yanyu.

The words were spoken to the little fox, so Aning, who couldn't figure out the situation, was confused, and the fox was also confused.

Does this person know him/me?

"But I still want to remind you two that this is a studio, you two should be more or less careful." Li Jiarui didn't notice the confused looks on their faces. He cleared his throat and said sternly.

But aside from that, he was still happy to see such a scene.

"Did you admit the wrong person?" Aning asked in a low voice.

"How is it possible? If I admit my mistake, no one will admit his mistake." Li Jiarui vowed.

"Then who am I?" At this time, the little fox suddenly said, raising his eyes and looking over calmly,

"Lu Yan and you!"

Aning carefully observed Li Jiarui's expression, then looked at the little fox's obviously confused eyes, and finally said: "But he is not Lu Yanyu..."

"How can it be!"

This time it was Li Jiarui's turn to be confused. If it wasn't Lu Yanzu, then who was this person?

"Then who is he?" Li Jiarui was confused.

"My relative." An Ning was afraid that the little fox would talk nonsense again, so he spoke first.

"I don't believe it unless I take off the mask and take a look." Li Jiarui didn't seem to believe it, staring at the little fox with astonishment in his eyes.

Hearing this, Aning had no choice but to reach out and take off the mask on the person's face, raising his chin slightly, "See if that's true."

After the little fox's mask was removed, that beautiful androgynous face appeared in Li Jiarui's sight. It was indeed not Lu Yanyu.

At this moment, Li Jiarui began to deeply reflect on himself, which step he made wrong.

It was obvious that this person gave him the impression that he was Lu Yan, especially the pair of narrow and twinkling eyes that were exactly the same. Coupled with his dressing style and hairstyle, it was no wonder that he would admit his mistake.

But is there really anyone in this world who is so similar?

I'm afraid he might be a long-lost brother, right?

"Boss Li, if nothing happens, I'll leave first. Just send the key to the apartment to my current address." Aning looked at Li Jiarui's rapidly changing face and couldn't help but say.

Seeing him nodding, Aning took the little fox's hand and walked out of the corridor. She let go of his hand until they entered the elevator. Unexpectedly, instead of letting go, her hand was tightened.

Then I heard the little fox's plaintive and soft voice: "He just touched your hand."

Aning blinked, and his thick long eyelashes followed her movements like two fluttering butterflies, and his eyes were full of confusion, "Aren't you the one who touched my hand?"

"I mean that person just now, he touched your hand." The little fox frowned like a child in kindergarten, accusing him of what he had just done.

When the elevator reached the first floor, Aning withdrew his hand, put on the mask, and glanced at him angrily, "That was a polite handshake."

When the two of them walked outside, they noticed that Wujin was falling in the west. In the distant sky, there were layers of colorful clouds, and the towering buildings were covered with brilliant rays of light. It looked so unreal.

"Then I want to shake your hand too." The little fox held her hand and raised it without hesitation, speaking seriously.

He didn't like people shaking hands with her.