The little fairy who is about to wear a baby is pregnant again

Dawn broke and there was already a lot of traffic outside.

Zheng Dianqian climbed out of bed under the inertia of her biological clock, got dressed and went out.

Ruan Ruan was awakened by the fragrance. In the open kitchen, the assistant was cooking.

"Sister Ruan, wake up. Here are some noodles to nourish your stomach."

Zheng Dianqian pushed a small bowl over, turned around and continued cutting something, "Let's have pork bone and yam soup for lunch. It's okay to eat less now."

Ruan Ruan took a bite. There were various vegetables and shrimps. This small bowl was not low in calories.

"Qianqian, aren't you afraid that I will gain weight?"

The assistant didn't even turn his head, "It's okay, as long as Sister Ruan likes it, just a few meals now and then, your health is more important."

Other artists' diets are controlled by their managers, and they are either raw or boiled every day. On the other hand, she has porridge and noodles. What does this little girl think?

Ruan Ruan raised her eyes and realized that it was almost ten o'clock. She immediately took out her mobile phone, edited a message and sent it to Special Assistant Cheng.

After a brief greeting, he asked for a meal. The appointment was for tonight, and he didn't know if Ye Tinglan was free.

"I know the host, Ye..."

"Shut up! Don't speak without my permission next time." She was used to the system not being around, but when it suddenly came back, she still felt a little noisy.

66:......

Another day of being disliked by the host.

Ruan Ruan didn't like the smell of bone soup very much.

Looking at the assistant who was as busy as a bee in the kitchen, she greeted, "Take a break, you don't have to cook so many dishes. Please drink more soup at noon. You have been working hard recently."

"And I will transfer you five thousand yuan first, and I will make up for it when I have the opportunity." She can't let the assistant spend money for her all the time.

Ruan Ruan was operating the bank card transfer and did not notice her suddenly stiff back.

"Sister Ruan, please stop hiding it from me. I've seen all those checklists."

Ruan Ruan: Huh? ?

What list?

"You still want to lie to me about the hospital's test report."

"You care about and transfer money, aren't you just explaining the funeral arrangements? No wonder you want to stay at home to sleep for one night. You must be reluctant to let me go. You want to see me for the last time, don't you?"

Ruan Ruan: Huh?

What are these subway cell phones for the elderly?

"The system speaks!"

"Host, the original person suffered from moderate to mild depression after being exposed to a long period of Internet abuse. The report sheet was discovered by the assistant. She thought you were going to commit suicide."

Zheng Dianqian turned around with the knife in hand, her voice filled with tears,

"Sister Ruan, please don't let your mind wander. If you do something stupid, Lin Qianyu will really be a villain! If you leave, I won't have any relatives. From now on, I can only work alone and be scolded. I don't even have a companion." No ugh, it’s really miserable, ugh, ugh…”

As he spoke, tears burst down his face.

Ruan Ruan immediately stepped forward and took the knife from her hand first, "You think too much, I just transferred some money to you to spend."

Zheng Dianqian:?

She sobbed through tears and said, "Uh, really?"

"Of course it's true," Ruan Ruan took off her apron and pulled her to sit on the sofa. "Look, I've already sent an invitation to Special Assistant Cheng, how could I do something stupid at this time?"

When the assistant saw the chat history on the phone screen, he wiped the corners of his eyes, sobbed and nodded.

"That's good. I thought you were annoyed by Lin Qian's tone."

Ruan Ruan:?

What kind of tricks did Lin Qianyu do again?

66: "The host, who is a fan of Lin Qianyu, took your live broadcast clip out of context and said that you are ready to devote yourself to the top brother."

Ruan Ruan felt relieved. There was no replay of yesterday's live broadcast. She thought she was stimulated and couldn't think about her feelings, so she comforted her assistant again.

Ye family villa.

Ye Tinglan was halfway through his breakfast when Special Assistant Cheng walked in followed by a girl.

The girl is pretty and cute, she is Ye Xiang, the youngest daughter of sister-in-law Ye Tinglan.

"Huh? Brother is here too. Isn't it Friday the day off?"

This workaholic hasn't gone to the company yet, which is really abnormal.

The man raised his eyelids and hummed, then continued to look at the pad in his hand.

Ye Xiang curled his lips in a funny way, she was really the flower of the high mountains.

Assistant Cheng held a stack of documents and explained in a warm voice: "Ms. Ye, the president is accompanying the old lady today and working from home."

Ye Xiang is the only granddaughter of the Ye family who takes her mother's surname, so she naturally deserves special attention.

"Okay," the girl smacked her lips twice and called to the kitchen, "Sister-in-law Chen, I want a breakfast too, thank you."

She came early and was hungry.

Mrs. Chen wiped her hands with a smile, "Okay, there's more. I'll go get it right now."

Ye Tinglan looked at her sister who was swaying in her sitting position, and couldn't help but said coldly, "Why don't you go to school today? Did you skip class?"

Ye Xiang: "Tsk, don't accuse me unfairly, I have no class today!"

Seeing the CEO's confused expression, Special Assistant Cheng quickly reminded in a low voice: "Freshmen are not busy with schoolwork, so Miss Ye naturally has more time."

Ye Xiang rolled his eyes and pointed at himself, "You don't think I'm in high school? I really admire your memory."

Seeing the subtle embarrassment on her brother's face, she had a sudden inspiration, "You just wronged me. Shouldn't you give me some compensation to comfort my fragile little heart?"

Ye Tinglan took a sip of coffee with a dignified attitude, "If you want anything, ask Cheng Te."

"Can I give you anything you want?" Ye Xiang held the table, looking expectant.

The man raised his eyebrows, slightly casually but indifferently.

Ye Xiang couldn't stand his appraising gaze, so he was discouraged and said, "Let me choose a model from the artists in Guanhai."

"Brother, please, it's about final grades. Can you bear to see such a cute and charming sister fail?"

The man lowered his eyelashes and continued to slide the pad screen, "No, artists are not models."

"It's useless to be miserable. There are a lot of part-time makeup models out there. If you don't have enough money, I'll hire them for you."

Ye Xiang: "Humph, you are just stingy, I won't do anything to your artist!"

Assistant Cheng came online again, "Ms. Ye, the artists in the company all have their own positioning and development routes, and they also carry the image of the cooperative brand. It's not that the president is stingy, it's that they can't accept these private activities rashly."

"If it doesn't work, forget it, I will find a way myself!"

Anyway, she has already found a candidate.

Ye Xiang took the sandwich and went upstairs angrily.

After returning to the room, she immediately clicked on the live broadcast app. Unfortunately, the beautiful sister didn't seem to read the private message yet.

Ye Tinglan put down the coffee cup slowly, "Let's go, the study is on the second floor."

Assistant Cheng closed the door, took out a thick stack of documents and put them on the desk.

"President, these are the several big-name endorsements the company is currently in contact with, and there are plans for a new round of signings after the year."

I had seen the endorsement before. The man focused on picking up the signing plan and divided the number of planned signings and the distribution indicators of each agent.

"Tick tock tick~"

It's a meeting reminder.

The cell phone beep interrupted Special Assistant Cheng's attempt to speak.

Ye Tinglan opened the computer on the side, waved his hand casually and said: "If you have nothing else to do, you can go back first. The other documents will be sent over later."

"President, I will spare you two more minutes. I have one more thing to ask you for."