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

It gets dark very early in the winter in Beijing. In the blink of an eye, the sky is shrouded in darkness. The cold wind blows a few withered yellow leaves on the trees, ruthlessly blowing them down. Pedestrians on the road wrap their thick clothes tightly and carry their hands in their hands. In his pocket, he walked forward quickly with his neck curled up.

After returning home, Aning changed her clothes and couldn't wait to call back. She even found a place with plenty of light to video chat.

The ringing only lasted a few seconds before the other party answered.

Fu Shiyan's face with cold lines and delicate features appeared on the screen.

As soon as Aning saw the person, he shouted excitedly: "Brother Shi Yan!"

"Ok?"

The man's deep, magnetic voice slowly rippled out from the phone.

The warm light above his head exuded a hazy halo, covering him with a faint halo, making his brows and eyes look more gentle, as beautiful as a god descending from the sky.

At this moment, Shen Di smiled at her through the screen, and the tiny mole under his lip also floated.

Aning felt that his mouth was dry now, and he couldn't help but licked his lower lips with his tongue. He lowered his eyes and took a sip of the water beside him.

"Aning." The man on the screen opened his lips and called her name.

"Ang? What's wrong?"

Fu Shiyan was silent for a moment, "It's okay. Have you eaten?"

"Have eaten." She nodded.

"..."

After answering this question, the two of them seemed to be awkwardly frozen in front of the screen, and no one spoke for a while.

An Ning drank water and glanced at his face from time to time.

Why do I feel a little embarrassed?

Do you want to say something now?

She obviously always has endless things to say when the two of them are together, so why can't she say a word through the screen.

Is it because it’s my first time making a video?

"Brother Shi Yan, let me tell you that I took photos independently today, and I was even praised..."

Perhaps wanting to ease the awkward atmosphere, Aning began to talk eloquently about the little stories that happened during today's shooting. She probably felt that she was talking more than usual today.

Facing her smiling eyes, the man suppressed his smile and said, "It's amazing."

"Of course, I will be the leading female photographer in the future."

After speaking, she blinked at the person on the screen, her clear eyes full of cunning.

"Ah you are."

When the man said this, his voice was low, with a long drawl, flowing from his throat, and even through the screen, he felt sultry.

The two chatted for a while, and Fu Shiyan's phone rang. He walked to the window and picked it up. He didn't know what he said when he came back with a solemn expression.

Aning noticed his expression and thoughtfully told him to get busy first. She happened to have a film to edit.

Fu Shiyan stared at Aning at the other end of the screen and didn't know what to say for a moment. He said sorry and hung up the video.

It wasn't until the screen dimmed that she calmed down. Did something happen?

I sent him a message on my mobile phone and went to wash up without thinking too much.

Before going to bed, she received a WeChat message from Su Jiayu, and Aning was a little surprised.

He said he had an event he wanted to shoot at their studio for Christmas.

It's just that he can just go, why should he tell her?

She thought so, but she politely replied "ok" and ignored him.

After just a moment, Su Jiayu made a series of calls that killed him.

Su: [Little teacher, you are so cold]

Su: [Why is the little teacher ignoring me? 】

Su: [Is it a human? 】

Su: [emoticon package]

Aning: [Why are you not sleeping at night? 】

Su: [You can do other things besides sleeping at night. 】

Aning【……】

After chatting with Su Jiayu for a while, Aning felt sleepy. She did not reply to the messages he sent later.

Because she fell asleep.

After a long time, the phone vibrated, and the screen showed that Su had sent a message, saying good night.

Ever since Fu Shiyan answered the phone that day, he had become busier and busier. At first, he would make calls every day, but later he even received less news.

Aning still sent him messages every day and did not call because she was afraid of disturbing him, so she had to stare at the calendar and count the days to wait for his return.

As Christmas approaches, the weather is getting colder and colder. Everyone is lamenting that this winter is colder than ever before. Even the news reports say that a cold wave is coming to Beijing this year. Please take measures to keep out the cold.

In order to cater to the Christmas atmosphere, Christmas trees are placed early on the streets and shopping malls, some at the door and some in the lobby. The small bells hanging on the green tower-shaped evergreen trees made a beautiful sound, and the colorful lights flashed and looked very beautiful.

Today is Christmas Eve, everyone is exchanging apples for good luck, and soon Aning’s workstation is filled with apples.

Aning came back after answering the phone and saw a bunch of red apples on the table. He didn't know who sent them, so he took a photo and sent it to the group Aite to thank everyone for the apples.

She couldn't take away so many apples. When she saw everyone else exchanging apples, she joined in and gave away all the apples. The remaining two she stuffed into her bag, planning to take them to Fu's house to Father Fu. Mother Fu.

The call she just answered was from Chi Wan, saying that it was Christmas Eve and he wanted her to come back and have dinner together. The last time they had dinner together was Fu's father's birthday.

After get off work, Aning took a taxi to Fu's house. Perhaps it was during the holiday season, the road was extremely congested and the cars were moving at a very fast speed. After a while, cars lined up in a long queue on the spacious road.

The sky is getting dark, and red taillights are lit at the back of every car. From a distance, it looks like a long shining river, running endlessly.