Bright moon and clear wind

As the heavy wooden door closed slowly, the small noises outside were cut off, and the office became quiet again.

Mo Yuelang looked away, leaned over and picked up the two pages of paper spread out on the coffee table, looked at the one-inch photo pasted on the upper right corner and asked, "Who is he?"

Jiang Hui glanced at the resume in Mo Yuelang's hand, there was Lu Fengqing's name and age on it, even including birthday and height, Jiang Hui naturally knew that Mo Yuelang was not asking about these things.

She picked up the cool coffee on the coffee table and summed it up succinctly: "An honest and hardworking kid."

Lu Fengqing is 24 years old this year, long past the age of being called a child.But for Jiang Hui, she is used to referring to such people as children, because it is rare to see such pure people in this circle.

"Honestly, I can see it." Mo Yuelang raised his eyes from the last line of his resume, and looked at Jiang Hui, "How about hard work?"

"Work hard to learn photography." Jiang Hui briefly talked about the reason why she and Lu Fengqing met. When it came to the photos in Lu Fengqing's camera, she raised her eyebrows amusedly, "Do you think he is funny? I I thought there were other artist’s black materials in his camera, but when I opened it, it was just a cat.”

The tone seemed to be saying that he thought the other party was a wolf, but it turned out to be a little white rabbit.

"You are still the same." Mo Yuelang folded two A4 papers with his slender fingers and put them back on the coffee table, "I like picking people up everywhere."

"Pick up cute people." Jiang Hui raised her index finger and added, "You were also cute back then."

Mo Yuelang was noncommittal, with a flat expression, not knowing what he was thinking.Jiang Hui put down her coffee cup, rolled her eyes, looked gossipingly at Mo Yuelang and asked, "Why, are you interested in him?"

Mo Yuelang didn't answer, as if deliberately avoiding the topic, he asked instead: "What about the contract?"

"It's ready." Jiang Hui got up and went to the desk to pick up two contracts, and took a signature pen and ink pads. "A lot of adjustments have been made according to your requirements. You can take a look."

"No need." Mo Yuelang didn't take the pen handed over by Jiang Hui, but raised his right hand and reached into his breast pocket, ready to take his pen.But when he touched the black signature pen in his pocket, he paused, then moved his fingers slightly, and took out the expensive pen.

Jiang Hui noticed Mo Yuelang's movements and asked strangely, "Why do you still have two pens?"

Mo Yuelang signed his name on the contract, and replied vaguely: "It's not mine." After signing, he took off a string of large rosary beads on his right wrist, and unscrewed the small rosary hanging under the rosary beads. Fang Zhang stamped his private seal where he signed.

"You are really getting more and more particular." Jiang Hui teased jokingly, "Are you sure you don't need to arrange assistants for you?"

"No need." Mo Yuelang said.

"That's fine." Jiang Hui put away the contract, "You should come here often in the future, I'll let Xiao Liu take you around to get acquainted first."

This time Mo Yuelang did not refuse, he nodded to Jiang Hui, and then followed secretary Liu back to the elevator.

Xiao Liu enthusiastically introduced the structure of the headquarters building to Mo Yuelang. After introducing it from bottom to top, the elevator just arrived.

Xiao Liu blocked the elevator door for Mo Yuelang and asked, "Mr. Mo, where do you want to visit first?"

Mo Yuelang didn't answer immediately, but glanced down at the black marker pen on his chest, and asked, "Which department is that person from just now?"

Lu Fengqing went to the Human Resources Department to collect his badge, employee handbook and other items, and then was arranged to go to the Propaganda Department on the 10th floor.

After just sitting at the desk for 10 minutes, he already had a deep understanding of how complicated the work in this department is.Not only is it necessary to be responsible for the promotion of artists, but also to deal with various commercial activities.

Fortunately, he was mentally prepared. After all, when he went to a photo studio to work as a photography assistant, he started from doing odd jobs, and it was impossible to touch the camera as soon as he came up.

The new boss is a woman named Lili, and Lu Fengqing doesn't know whether this is an English name or a Chinese nickname, anyway, he greeted her honestly, "Hello, Miss Li".

Lily has a strong Muji style all over her body, and she can't tell her age.As soon as Lu Fengqing sat down at the workstation, she threw a compressed bag over and asked Lu Fengqing to process the photos inside.

Photo retouching is one of the essential skills for photographers. Lu Fengqing has taught himself PS, and he probably knows how to process photos of artists. However, the work computer he used before is too old to run large-scale software like PS. He also failed to practice well, and his picture editing skills were at best half-baked.

But at this moment, looking at the all-in-one Mac on the desktop, Lu Fengqing ignited a lot of enthusiasm for work after a long absence.

There are about three to four hundred pictures in the compressed package, which are live pictures of an awards ceremony last night.There are many waste films in these photos, Lu Fengqing only needs to filter out the useful photos and process them.

He clasped his fingers, loosened his fingers, and opened Lightroom with high spirits, importing all the pictures in the compressed package.However, he had just opened the first picture, and the enthusiasm for work that was rarely ignited suddenly withered.

It turned out to be Mo Yuelang again.

Why do I keep seeing him lately?

Lu Fengqing couldn't help recalling the scene when he met Mo Yuelang in the elevator. At that time, Mo Yuelang was standing behind him, so he couldn't see what he was doing, right?

Although Mo Yuelang is much taller than him, but according to the linear propagation characteristics of light, Mo Yuelang's line of sight goes over his head, and he should only be able to see the elevator door.

Of course, if his shoulder is the midpoint... that's not impossible.

Lu Fengqing zoomed in on the picture boredly, and started the first step of photo editing, cropping the photo.

It would be best if Mo Yuelang didn't notice what he was doing at that time.But assuming that Mo Yuelang saw his small movements, it would be too impolite for him to paint on other people's faces in front of them.

This has nothing to do with Mo Yuelang's identity, just in terms of basic etiquette, Lu Fengqing also felt that he did not do it properly.

However, it was impossible for him to rush to apologize. Firstly, Mo Yuelang might not have seen it at all, and secondly, he was not familiar with Mo Yuelang, so maybe they didn't take him seriously at all.

Lu Fengqing comforted himself that the matter was over anyway, even if he saw it, Mo Yuelang probably wouldn't bother him because of this.His boredom is just because he feels a little sorry, it's like accidentally splashing water droplets on a stranger when he opened a wet umbrella, but the stranger didn't respond, and he didn't have to apologize specifically.

While in a trance, he edited the picture, and when Lu Fengqing came back to his senses, he suddenly found that he somehow reduced the cropping range to a huge size, leaving only a pair of gray-green eyes in the black working area.

That's right, Mo Yuelang's eyes are grey-green. Why did he think that the person behind him was wearing colored contact lenses?

Lu Fengqing sighed for his short-circuited mind, and then prepared to cancel the crop selection.However, at this moment, a thin shadow suddenly appeared in the corner of his workstation. He raised his eyes and met those gray-green eyes again in the next second.

He subconsciously froze for a moment, somehow Mo Yuelang would appear by his desk.

"This is the Propaganda Department, and there are many talented women." The person standing beside Mo Yuelang introduced her warmly. Lu Fengqing remembered her as Sister Hui's secretary.

It seems that Mo Yuelang is only here for entertainment, but the treatment he receives from Lu Fengqing is completely different.Just now, Lu Fengqing managed to find the location of the Propaganda Department while asking for directions while looking at the signs. However, Mo Yuelang was personally brought by Jiang Hui's secretary to visit.

There were rustling voices all around, as if the girls in the whole department were excited by Mo Yuelang's arrival.

These girls work in the entertainment industry, so they must have seen many male entertainers, but Mo Yuelang can still make them so excited, which shows that he is indeed very special.

But after the first meeting before, Lu Fengqing felt nothing.Seeing that Mo Yuelang had been standing by his desk with no intention of leaving, he wanted to ask what's the matter, but after thinking about what Mo Yuelang could ask him for, he said hesitantly: "Hello .”

Mo Yuelang didn't reply "Hello" politely, but took out the black signature pen from his coat pocket, put it on Lu Fengqing's desk, and said flatly, "Your pen."

The carpet was laid on the 28th floor, but Lu Fengqing didn't even notice that the pen was dropped.He thought that the front desk and the bathroom were in two directions, and Mo Yuelang probably didn't want to make a detour, so he chose to go to the bathroom first.When they arrived at Jiang Hui's office, the two of them didn't have a chance to talk, so Mo Yuelang came over and returned the pen to him.

"Thank you." Lu Fengqing embarrassedly put the signature pen next to the keyboard, buried his head in guilt and dared not look at Mo Yuelang.

Not only did he do something disrespectful to others, but he also troubled the international supermodel to give him a pen in person. He didn't know what kind of shit luck he had to get this kind of treatment.

Mo Yuelang didn't answer the call, moved his legs and walked forward, apparently planning to leave.Lu Fengqing secretly heaved a sigh of relief, picked up the mouse and was about to continue working, but at this moment the footsteps walking beside him stopped suddenly.

At the same time, Lu Fengqing also saw clearly what was on his screen - the intercepted eyes of Mo Yuelang.Those eyes are so recognizable, and only his elm head can think about the colored contact lenses.

He quickly realized that the owner of his eyes was beside him, and quickly turned his head to look. Sure enough, Mo Yuelang stopped, as if he had seen the screen.

Lu Fengqing wanted to find a hole to bury himself.

"Well, I, I'm dealing with it, and it's not ready yet." Lu Fengqing closed the software page in a panic, but a bikini beauty with bare breasts suddenly appeared on the desktop before he could change it, and he was so embarrassed that his scalp twitched Ma, he closed his eyes with a look of lovelessness.

"Be nice to my face." Mo Yuelang said lightly, unable to hear the emotion in the words, "Don't mess up my face."

After dropping these words, Mo Yuelang walked away with long legs.There was a faint smell of woody perfume lingering on the workstation, Lu Fengqing was stunned for two seconds before realizing, okay, Mo Yuelang really saw his little movements in the elevator.