I want to eat ice cream on a snowy day

"What are you thinking about?" Mo Keke stuffed the phone under An Xing's eyelids, "Look! The one sitting in the middle of the first row is Biye, handsome or not!"

...... An Xing stretched out his index finger silently, and pushed the screen a little farther away, and the photos slowly became clear.

First row, middlemost...

An Xing followed the keywords and grabbed the target task at a glance.There is no other reason, this man smiled like a fool, his mouth was grinning to the apple, his eyes were narrowed into a line, and his teeth were too dazzlingly white.

"How is it? Isn't he super handsome? This is the top traffic that became popular at the beginning of this year! He is sunny and manly, and he is also an alpha! I really want to smell his pheromone! It must be very powerful! Suck!"

An Xing glanced at Mo Keke, whose husband was not in the unscrupulous way, and every word he picked out was enough for his butt to bloom again.

"What do you see me doing, am I more handsome than the top traffic?" Mo Keke was still working hard on Amway, and the photos were constantly enlarged, "No, I am Jiaohua, I am Mei!"

...An Xing tried again to identify the "top traffic" in his mouth. According to the direction of the mosaic, it can be seen that the facial features are still very correct, emmm teeth are very white, and the outline is a bit familiar...

Maybe handsome guys are always similar.

I really don't blame An Xing, what high-definition pixels can there be in the group photo, and the faces are all lumpy, only the teeth are very white.

"Handsome!" An Xing gave up, and he wanted to make an appointment with the dentist any longer. "So handsome!"

"That's right!" Mo Keke took back the phone in satisfaction, "Oh, by the way, his manager is also there, and he greeted me when he saw me, saying that there is a chance to cooperate~"

"Impossible, as an artist, he doesn't lack luxury sponsorship."

"That's not it~ people just want to strike up a conversation with me~ Don't tell me, I haven't seen such an old-fashioned opening line for a long time, it's quite rare..."

An Xing: "..."

At 10:[-] am on the third day, [-] minutes before the meeting time, An Xing packed up his things and prepared to meet the guests.

"Xingxing! Help, help, help!" Mo Keke yelled from the first floor to the second floor, pushing An Xing into the office before he had time to go out.

An Xing: "?"

"Hush!" Mo Keke winked at An Xing to be quiet, poked his head out of the door frame and looked around for a while before closing the door, "Go in and talk."

An Xing who didn't make a sound at all: "..."

"I just saw Mu Ziyan's manager downstairs!" Mo Keke's eyes widened, with obvious panic and imperceptible excitement, "God, he didn't chase me here, did he?" ?! What should I do, I won’t go out, I’ll just hide from you, okay, Mom Ye Ning Qingyu will kill me if she finds out!”

......Now I know that Ning Qingyu will kill you.

An Xing rolled his eyes and fished out Mo Keke who was about to get under his desk: "Mr. Zhao came to talk to me about cooperation."

"?" Mo Keke's face turned blue and pale, and quickly regained his composure, "Oh yes, then I can rest assured."

An Xing: "..."

Before An Xing could come up with some witty words to laugh at him, the secretary knocked on the door: "Mr. An, the guests have arrived."

"Okay." An Xing patted Mo Keke's back, "Let's go, Director Mo, and meet your suitor."

Mo Keke: "."

Mr. Zhao is already waiting in the reception room, beside him is a man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap.

Wearing a large sweater and sweatpants, stepping on limited-edition sneakers, shrinking her long legs that have nowhere to rest.

The bangs on the forehead were not taken care of, and fell naturally on the edge of the sunglasses. The bridge of the nose was high, and the lips were beautiful but kept pursed, looking very nervous.

"Mr. Zhao, sorry for the long wait."

Mr. Zhao is gentle and elegant, with decent manners, and when he looks at people, his eyes are focused and his eyes are flowing.Compared with a well-known manager in the entertainment industry, he is more like a talented person in the literary circle.

Everyone has the heart of a dog.An Xing secretly rubbed his eyes at Mo Keke, who was flustered beside him, and thought that he couldn't be blamed for it.

"President An, Director Mo, nice to meet you."

"This is?" An Xing looked at the man with a strong sense of presence beside Mr. Zhao, "Is this your friend?"

An Xing heard an uncontrollable strange cry beside him.

"Hello!" The man seemed to have done enough mental construction. He took off his sunglasses and baseball cap and stood up. See you, please give me more advice!"

An Xing was the first to be blinded by those white teeth.

Wow!Whiter than the photo!

Then he admitted that Mo Keke's nympho behavior is justified.

Wow!So fucking handsome!

Then he was suppressed by this sudden height and flicked his neck.

Wow!It's the height of a male god!

According to the angle of his head, he accurately visually measured 190. After all, An Xing has already formed muscle memory to see Jiang Hanchen from this angle.

Although he really wanted to scream together with Mo Keke, he was a boss after all, and he understood the principle of losing but not losing.

"Hello, I'm An Xing, and this is our design director, Mo Keke. I didn't know that Mr. Mu would come, so I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Mr. Zhao smiled gently, and sat down with them again, "It's Xiaoyan who insisted on following and caused you trouble."

An Xing: "..."

Ah, is the manager so straightforward now?

But the person concerned didn't seem to care, and he brushed his bangs embarrassingly, and An Xing couldn't say anything.

"We have already communicated the basic situation on the phone. This time Xiaoyan is attending a private dinner. Although the whole dinner will not be made public, the studio official Weibo will release his photos and brand of clothing." It seems that An Mr. Zhao took a sip of tea calmly and continued, "Xiaoyan likes your brand's design very much, and we also hope that Xiaoyan's style can have some breakthroughs and freshness. It is also good for your brand." A publicity opportunity, isn't it?"

An Xing glanced at Mu Ziyan, who ran counter to his own brand style, did not speak, and continued to smile politely.

Mo Keke nodded again and again: "Yes, yes!"

An Xing: "..."

Can't you be a little more reserved? ? ?

Mu Ziyan also nodded again and again: "Yes, yes! I really like your...design!"

Mr. Zhao: "..."

Can't you be a little more reserved? ? ?

An Xing stared at this strange pair of artists and managers, and then said slowly: "Mr. Mu's influence is naturally beyond doubt, but..."

Mu Ziyan opened his shiny dog ​​eyes: "Just call me Ziyan!"

"...Okay, Mr. Mu." An Xing clearly saw Mr. Zhao sniggering unceremoniously, "But your overall image and previous style conflict with our brand's design concept. It may not be appropriate to change rashly..."

"Why doesn't it fit?" If there was a tail, An Xing felt that Mu Ziyan would throw his tail on his face and flick it wildly, "I can wear anything. I am very malleable. I can wear whatever you like." Change! Should I be thinner? Or whiter? I’m afraid I won’t be able to do it if I’m shorter, or should I shave my hair?”

Mo Keke: "?"

An Xing: "..."

Mr. Zhao: "Oh."

"Mr. Mu, please calm down first." An Xing never thought that the top stream was his die-hard fan, and he was a little dazzled by being too touched, "It's not impossible at all, I think I can try it."

"You can do it!" Mu Ziyan's dog eyes lit up again, "Everything you do looks good!"

...Do people in the entertainment circle also have such thick fan filters?

It was almost lunch time after chatting.

An Xing glanced at his watch and closed his laptop: "Shall we have a meal together?"

"No."

"Okay!"

Mr. Zhao rolled his eyes almost imperceptibly, and when he looked at it again, he had recovered his gentleness: "I'm really sorry, Xiaoyan has an announcement, we have to rush over there as soon as possible. Next time I invite you, I must treat you well."

"Since I have a job, I can't force you to stay. The contract will be sent to your email within three days." An Xing expressed his understanding, got up and extended his hand, "It's a pleasant cooperation."

Mr. Zhao shook his hand lightly: "Happy cooperation."

Mu Ziyan persisted: "It's okay, you can stay by force."

An Xing: "...huh?"

Mr. Zhao gritted his molars and pulled the worthless guy out of An Xing's grasp: "I'm sorry Mr. An, Xiao Yan is just so happy to see you."

"It's okay if you don't force me to stay," Mu Ziyan said twice, a discordant blush appeared on the face of such a big and tall man, "Then leave a contact information?"

Mu Ziyan didn't see Mr. Zhao's unbearable smiling face, and continued to wag his tail: "I don't need a work account, I want a private WeChat account, but, is that okay?"

...Don't people in the entertainment industry hate illegitimate meals the most?

An Xing didn't say yes, he didn't say no, his eyes met Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao smiled: "If Boss An doesn't mind, just be a zombie fan in the friend list, and Xiaoyan won't bother you too much."

An Xing: "..."

Wow, let Dingliu be my zombie fan?

I don't know if Mu Ziyan's dog eyes are too attractive, or Mr. Zhao's assurance sounds very convincing, or the nature of Yangou is at work. Anyway, in the end, Mu Ziyan got his wish and added Mr. An's personal WeChat.

After finally sending away the reluctant Mu Ziyan, An Xing turned around and saw Mo Keke leaning against the door with his arms folded, looking at him seriously.

It's also scary.

An Xing moved in carefully, keeping a distance as much as possible, but was caught when he was closest to him:

"Quick!!! Push Mu Ziyan's WeChat to me!!!"

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