Marriage by agreement, focus on participation

Mixin Media has been managed by Qi Feifei. Fu Wan doesn't know this artist manager from Group 3.

But he knew that such phenomena were not uncommon around them.

With the Xinyu Group, Qi Ye has more and more control rights in his hands, and there will only be more and more people from other companies of his own.

[Mixin Media-3 groups of managers are not familiar with]: Frightened.jpg

[Qi Ye]: It's a screenshot, you don't need to take it back.Straight man in sunglasses grinning.jpg

In the photo sent by the other party, it was a very young boy with a sweet smile and dimples on his face.

Fu Wan reckoned that Qi Ye probably didn't like this type, after all, it was difficult to pass the level of gender.

But he still couldn't stop caring, his heart seemed to be immersed in salty sea water, which made him restless.

This is not good, if this kind of thing happens a few times, it will definitely damage Qi Ye's reputation.

So he has to take care of it.

On this day, the originally peaceful Xinyu internal high-level staff exploded.

[Marketing Manager-Zhong Xiaoxiao]: Quietly, did the proprietress add you?

[Mixin Media-Advertising Director]: Added, I am honored hahahaha.

[Executive Promotion Manager-Li Qiyu]: I added me too. It seems that everyone in this group has added him. Don’t be nervous. I haven’t seen him since the wedding. I took a peek at Moments and it’s still so temperamental.

[Marketing Manager-Zhong Xiaoxiao]: He seems to have created a group for us and posted a circle of friends that only we can see, to the effect that he is not allowed to put people around his husband.

[Executive Promotion Manager-Li Qiyu]: Very good, he finally made a move, I can't stand some people anymore.

"Fu Zaozao, what are you busy with?" Qi Ye came out of the bathroom for a long time, but Fu Wan didn't look up, just tapped on the keyboard. From his perspective, Fu Wan opened WeChat, as if talking to many people at the same time. people chatting.

Qi Ye walked to the sofa calmly, raised his hand to press his heart.

"Mr. Qing's side." Fu Wan said vaguely.

Qi Ye didn't hear clearly, and asked again: "What?"

"It's nothing serious." Fu Wan said quickly.

He dinged all the managers and executives of Xinyu Group, big and small, one by one, and then he returned the WeChat account with confidence.

During this time, no one should hit the muzzle of the gun.

Qi Ye was sitting by the sofa, holding his laptop, and looked up at him several times.

"Oh, by the way, Qi Ye." Fu Wan said, "Just now there is a bastard who pimps you. I think it's not good to spread the word, and this kind of person is not suitable to stay in Xinyu. I asked him to submit his resignation letter directly." gone."

"Well, fine." Qi Ye unlocked his phone, "Let me see."

He has always disliked this kind of atmosphere in the companies under the group, so he immediately called the person in charge there to ask about the situation of the person in the photo, and asked Mixin Media's middle and senior management to rectify it.

Fu Wan was playing with a ballpoint pen between her fingers, facing the darkened computer screen, looking at her mirror image, occasionally poking her cheek with the cap of the pen, and then letting go.

After making the phone call, Qi Ye glanced at him: "Fu Zaozao, you are not boring, you can play with a ballpoint pen."

Heartless, one person can have so much fun.

"Look, look here, do I have dimples?" Fu Wan asked.

"You have a fart." Qi Ye finished speaking mercilessly, walked over, and rubbed his reddened cheeks, "Your family doesn't have this gene."

"Okay." Fu Wan was a little disappointed.

Qi Ye rubbed his cheeks and pinched his mouth with two fingers, still as if he was treating his naughty younger brother.

Qi Ye didn't understand what strange things he was thinking, but Fu Wan thought about it every now and then, not every day or two.

The wind in early summer blows the white gauze curtains, and the lights of the city outside the window are extinguished one by one.

Fu Wan has his own weird little city. He is a foreign enemy who looks at him like a tiger. He knocks on the city gate but fails to get his heart out. He is willing to stay outside the city gate, protecting his innocence since childhood.

At this time, he really believed that he could maintain the balance of this relationship by deliberately ignoring the unwillingness in his heart.

"Go to sleep." Fu Wan yawned, "Qi Ye, I'm sleepy."

Hearing this unfamiliar yet familiar address, Qi Ye knew that the scene of their husband and wife had probably reached a stage where there was no audience.

When there is no audience, there is no need for the two of them to be intimate. He enters the play by himself, so there is no need to force Fu Wan to be together.

"I'm going back to school tomorrow, and I'll take graduation photos." Fu Wan reminded, "Don't forget."

"I remember, thank you Assistant Fu for reminding me." Qi Ye said, "Sleep tonight, I'll call you tomorrow morning."

The plane landed at the airport in City A the next afternoon, and Fu Wan and Qi Ye took the car to the direction of the school.

As required by the collection of school graduation certificate photos, both of them wore white short-sleeved shirts, very student-like.

Fu Wan has seen a lot of Qi Ye's formal attire at work recently, and when he first saw his attire, he fell in love with it.

"Colonel C has returned to the rivers and lakes." Fu Wan held up her mobile phone, walked backwards, and took pictures of Qi Ye back and forth, "This is a proper campus male god."

"Fu Zaozao, watch your way." Qi Ye reminded him, quickened his pace, and kicked a small stone on the path under his feet, "Don't jump like that, watch out for your hooves."

The passing students found their way of getting along interesting and turned back frequently.

"Really, you're so handsome, I like you so much." Fu Wan saved the photo and joked, "This one can sell for 50 yuan."

"Thank you." Qi Ye grabbed him and whispered in his ear, "My husband is willing to sell it."

Qi Ye: "I like you very much too, let me take a few pictures when you come over, let me see what the price of our princess is, and whether I can afford it."

"Get out." Fu Wan and Qi Ye are different in majors, and the ID photos are not collected together, so he laughed and ran away at a faster pace.

Sincerity for falsehood.

He was like that sleazy kid who yelled "Wolf is coming". He had said too much nonsense, and the truth was hidden in it, and no one believed it.

The whole is very good.

Say it out loud without having to bear the consequences.

"Second generation!" An Xia called him from afar, "I can't rely on your body. I just heard someone complain about the ugly clothes."

An Xia: "Really, if I had your face, I would look good in sacks."

"I'll take a photo of my ID first." Fu Wan said, "I'll tell you later."

The photo collected today is the photo that will be used on the bachelor's degree certificate soon, which is more formal.

As soon as Fu Wan sat down on the stool, the junior school girl who was acting as a shooting assistant came to him with a blushing face and told him that his hair didn't meet the requirements.

"Sorry, you can't dye your hair." The school girl said, "It doesn't meet the school's requirements."

It was only then that Fu Wan remembered that the hair at the back of his head had been highlighted silver-gray.

"Then what should I do?" Fu Wan asked An Xia in a low voice, "Why don't you let my husband come over and cut it for me?"

"Farewell." An Xia looked at it feeling pity, "You still have a memory."

Fu Wan pondered for a moment, but she didn't give up.

Qi Ye seems to really like the hair dyed on his little wolf tail. If he has nothing to do, he likes to gently grab the end of his hair and pull it, as if pulling the end of a ball of wool. Obsessed and nervous.

It's better not to cut it, to save some fun for his husband.

"Sister." Fu Wan said, "Is there a card issued? Lend me one."

"Ah, yes." The school girl rummaged through the drawers at the side, and only found a hairpin with a red bow, "Only this one."

"Okay, thanks." Fu Wan pulled the highlighted hair at the back of her head and pinned it with a hairpin, "Nice, this must be formal enough."

He sat in front of the stool, slightly bent the corners of his mouth, and the camera clicked, leaving an image of the young man.

"It looks good!" An Xia praised him.

Fu Wan smiled smugly.

"Oh yes, I still have to praise you." An Xia said, "Where did you recruit this copywriting? It's really good. It reads like a romantic atmosphere, and the details are in place. It's so sweet that I want to fall in love." It's no longer the kind of copywriting where the heroine and the hero seem to be sworn brothers."

Fu Wan: "..."

The plot copy he had asked before wasn't that bad.

When Qi Ye came over after taking the photo, Fu Wan was pressing An Xia's head on the window sill to beat him. There was a big red bow on the back of his head, and his silver-gray hair was clipped into a flat part. small bundles.

"Don't make trouble." Qi Ye grabbed his collar, and Yu Anxia brought him back with grateful eyes, "Wait until the school forum, there will be a cult party in our building."

The hairpin on the back of Fu Wan's head was gently removed by Qi Ye, and Qi Ye's fingertips ran across the side of his neck, feeling itchy, like light kissing brocade.

Their building... It's okay not to mention it, but if Fu Wan mentions it, he will remember all kinds of nonsense stories there.

There are various versions of abo, whistle, reunion after a long absence, reunion after a long break, and a group of little fools shouting that it is really true.

The skin on his neck is very sensitive and can't stand touching, so he lowered his head and avoided the topic altogether.

"Go back after filming." Qi Ye narrowed his gaze.

In his Wanwan, people who call others brothers and sisters seem to be unable to return to the initial state of intimacy with him.

Only occasionally, when he touches him, can he deceive himself and tell himself that the other party is not indifferent, pretending to be sincere, pretending to get the feedback of his heart.

"Let's go." Fu Wan played with the wedding ring on the bracelet, "Mom said that there will be a charity auction tonight, let me attend with you, you have to be more loving with me, you can't look at others, what do I want? I have to buy them all."

Qi Ye always mentioned this before, but now it's up to him.

"Okay." Qi Ye said, "Wanwan, you are quite active now."

Qi Ye didn't go to the Xinyu Group Building today, and he has to explain a lot of work through video conferences.

Fu Wan moved a stool and sat next to him, staring at it from the beginning to the end, Qi Ye suspected that he was boiling the eagle.

During this period, the director of Yuegui called. Qi Ye glanced at Fu Wan, pointed to the phone, and went out to answer the phone.

Fu Wan glanced at the meeting panel disinterestedly, then turned and left.

In Qi Ye's phone call, Director Shen of Yuegui was complaining frantically: "Take care of your wife, damn the security guards downstairs in my company have been fooled into leaving and going to Xinyu, you are playing a business war, just close the door and let you go How is your wife?"

Qi Ye: "..."