[Rebirth] This rhythm is wrong!

Zheng Fei came to Li Mian twice more, and it happened that Han Zhiheng had something to do with Zheng Fei, so the two went to talk about business. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Li Mian felt that Han Zhiheng seemed to be helping him to block people.

He didn't have any hope for Zheng Xue anymore, seeing Zheng Xue chatting with other young masters, he didn't even look at Han Zhiheng.

Could this be the Butterfly Effect... He changed the time and the way the two met, so everything went wrong...

Li Mian was worried, and didn't know if there was anything else that was broken by his wings.

The annual meeting didn't end until midnight, and Li Mian noticed that Han Zhiheng was covering his stomach with his hands when he went out.

"What's the matter, is your stomach hurting again?"

"It's alright, it'll be fine in a while."

It may be that the big fish and meat at the reception did not suit his appetite, and he didn't rest on time, which caused his stomach pain.

When Li Mian got home, he surrounded his mother and asked, "Mom, what should I eat for a person with a stomachache?"

"Xiao Mian, do you have a stomachache?" Zhang Qin was suddenly very nervous.

"It's not me, it's Zhiheng. I think he has a severe stomachache, and he was still taking medicine before."

"Oh, business people are like this. Your father also has stomach problems. He eats irregular meals, drinks and smokes, and always eats things that are too heavy on the stomach. How can he have a good stomach."

"Dad also has stomach problems? Didn't pay attention."

"Look, is there anyone who treats you like a son?"

"Just take care of my dad's affairs, and I don't care. So what should we pay attention to?"

"You tell the third child to eat more pasta, three meals should be regular, and pay attention to rest." Zhang Qin said, took her son upstairs and said: "Mom has a book specially written for patients with stomach problems, show it to him , things that need to be paid attention to at ordinary times.”

Li Mian took the book and opened it curiously. It introduced some precautions, which were similar to what his mother told him. There were also recipes listed at the back, many things suitable for people with weak stomachs.

Why?This simplest noodle soup seems to be really easy to make...

Just get a la carte leaves, fry them in a pan, add water, put noodles and seasonings, is that all right?

Is it so easy to make something?

While pinching his chin, Li Mian began to study the recipes unconsciously, more serious than reading the game strategy.

Putting down the strategy, Li Mian remembered Han Zhiheng's Yizhi, and Zheng Fei and his sister Zheng were useless, so he decided to break off the relationship.

"Mr. Zheng," Li Mian did as he said, picked up the phone and dialed, "Don't come to me in the future, you see that you are so busy, and you still have to find time to tease me, I am not willing to tease you, why bother isn't it?"

Zheng Fei, who was quite happy when he received the call, understood Li Mian's meaning, and he was about to explode with anger, just like asking someone to pour a basin of footwashing water over his head.

"Why don't you get the hang of it!" Zheng Fei quickly squeezed the phone down.

"If I become enlightened with you, I will have to be opened by my father." Li Mian heard that Zheng Fei was really angry, and thought it was better to give him a step: "I know a boy who is said to be super popular in your circle. I will give it to him another day." You introduce, you can go to bed after talking, you have to—”

The other party hung up.

Li Mian made a face, and if Zheng Fei could stick to him like this, he would kneel down to Zheng Fei.

After letting go of an emergency, Li Mian fell asleep soundly.

The next day, Li Mian stood in front of the office window, waiting for the person opposite to appear.

Although Han Zhiheng often worked overtime until very late, he rarely showed up in the office early in the morning.

Recalling that when he was in Bali, that person was still in bed, and Li Mian felt that he seemed to have discovered Han Zhiheng's little hobby - sleeping in.

When someone finally appeared, Li Mian immediately picked up the binoculars and dialed the phone in his hand.

"Zhiheng, hehe."

"You are more punctual than our employees." Han Zhiheng answered the phone and said.

"Did you sleep well yesterday? Does your stomach still hurt? ... Why are you pulling the blinds! Hey!"

Han Zhiheng blocked the office tightly, then sat on the chair with the phone in his hand, and said in an impatient tone: "I didn't realize how strong you are as a mother-in-law before!" The gentle smile on his face that he didn't realize was leaked The mood of the speaker at this time.

"How stingy!" Li Mian put down the peeping tool, and sat back on the chair unwillingly: "I asked my mother, and he said that he had a bad stomach and wanted to eat pasta, do you know?"

"I know, but I can't eat the noodles delivered by the takeaway. It's so soft that I don't have an appetite."

"Can't you do it yourself!"

"Then I'd rather take the pills."

"Hey, who are you!"

"By the way, Li Mian, don't forget to go to the radio station to report at five o'clock this afternoon. It's your first time doing a show today, so prepare well."

"Well, I remember, do you want to wear a suit?"

"It's enough to protect your throat, and no one will look at you, what kind of suit you wear."

"Where are the colleagues over there?"

"... Whatever you want, go there once or twice and you'll know what to do."

"En! Then you are busy, Zhiheng, I won't bother you."

Li Mian opened the mailbox, accepted the email from Cheng Hao, and printed it out.

Above is what Cheng Hao called "circling" the topic.

It's all-encompassing, don't read it.

He only looked at some topics that were forbidden to be discussed: real politics, national policies, people's livelihood and public opinion, pornography, gambling and drugs, personal privacy, etc. Li Mian knew what he couldn't talk about without needing to tell.

Li Mian is still very curious, what kind of audience will he meet?

Cheng Hao told him that his first episode of the show was likely to be silent, so he had already arranged for Tony to chat with him.

At five o'clock in the afternoon, he arrived at the radio station on time. It was similar to the TV station in his impression, with a lot of busy logistics, and only a few people actually worked in front of their faces.

Passers-by kindly asked him who he was looking for, and Li Mian said that he was the host of "Easy and Compassionate", a newcomer, and those people looked at him very strangely.

After he asked the way and left, the few people in the back discussed it.

"This is the relationship between taking money and leaving. How many years of major students have no chance, such a paratrooper will go directly to host alone."

"People who are rich are not afraid of losing money, and they are not afraid of being listened to by others. They always ask for money."

"Cheng Tai is really too, too careless of our emotions."

"Okay, it's useless to say more here, it's the world, just watch, if he really meets a difficult audience, he may not be able to last for a few episodes."

Thinking of the "difficult" audience, several people were relieved.If you really encounter it, it is really annoying.

Li Mian got acquainted with his studio, work equipment, and other things that needed attention. It was ten o'clock, and Li Mian began to feel anxious and expectant.

The internal phone rang, and Li Mian almost jumped up. Is there a call so soon?

He put on the headset, picked up the phone, and heard a familiar voice.

The voice first laughed a few times, and then said, "So nervous?"

"Zhiheng?"

"Well, I'm outside the window."

Li Mian turned his head and saw Han Zhiheng standing outside, his heart suddenly sank strangely, and he gradually became very relieved.

"Don't worry, it doesn't matter if you smash it. You don't expect this to make money, do you? And I'm here to accompany you."

"Are you leaving for a while?"

"Don't go, are you still nervous?"

"It's much better." Li Mian smiled like a fool, "You are so kind."

"Stop talking, just calm down and prepare, an hour will pass quickly."

Han Zhiheng's phone call made Li Mian less anxious than before, and his mood was unexpectedly turbulent.

At eleven o'clock on time, he heard the notification sound for the start of the show, squeezed his wet palms, and began to read his opening remarks into the microphone.

"This is FM99.9, and I will meet you on time. I am the host Li Mian. I am very happy to host this talk show. I hope we can have a good midnight time on Tuesday and Thursday."

Li Mian's voice was already very nice, so in order to have a better effect when the voice was broadcast from the radio, he purposely raised his voice a bit.

Next, Li Mian talked about the characteristics of this program, the way of interaction, and the hotline for participation.

Then start waiting for listeners to call in.

It was quiet as expected, and the radio director immediately signaled for a good audience to call in. The two chatted for a long time about the creation, planning, twists and turns of this program, and possible future development directions. It was almost equivalent to a column knowledge exchange. universal.

Half an hour later, the knowledge had been disseminated, and the audience's phone calls were still deserted. Li Mian took out the topics he had prepared before, and started talking one by one as jokes.

Although the voice sounded weak at first, he forgot what he was doing as he talked, just chatting like usual, chatting non-stop. When the guide played the notification tone, he realized that the program time Reaching soon.

He needs to say goodbye to his "audience".

Li Mian came out of the studio, and Han Zhiheng walked over.

"how do you feel."

Li Mian shrugged: "Fortunately, although it's embarrassing not to have an audience, it's also fun to talk to yourself. I'll see what I can do in vain."

Han Zhiheng heard his disappointment, stretched out his hand to rub Li Mian's head, and said, "It's not that there are no audiences, it's just that you haven't aroused the audience's desire to call. You can think about what to say when you go back. How to put it, make the audience like you and want to participate.”

Li Mian nodded, feeling healed instantly, and revived with blood on the spot.

"I will send you back."

"No, I'll drive." Li Mian refused, "And your home is nearby, and you still have to drive me so far."

"Don't worry about driving so late, Uncle Li?"

"There are few cars in the middle of the night, and I don't dare to drive fast, so he can rest assured. You should go back to rest early, your stomach is still so bad..." As he spoke, Li Mian felt that this topic was getting...more and more...weird It's over.

This is obviously nonsense for every minute before the boyfriend and girlfriend want to break up!

Han Zhiheng didn't insist anymore, he drove away after watching Li Mian drive away.

Li Mian got home, ate something, took a shower, and lay on the bed to find out his cell phone, only to realize that he was afraid of phone interference, so he turned it off.

After opening it, two text messages came in to remind him that Han Zhiheng called him half an hour ago.

Han Zhiheng was really promising today, he actually took the initiative to call him twice!Li Mian thought happily, and then called back.

"Are you home?" The other party's voice was low, as if he had already fallen asleep.

"Well... are you asleep?"

"I've had several dreams."

"Uh, then go to sleep, I turned off the phone before, and only saw your call."

"Well, rest early."

"Zhi Heng, good night!"

"……Good night."

Li Mian realized excitedly that his relationship with Han Zhiheng was getting better and better!

"It's getting better and better, it's getting better and better..."

Falling asleep while humming a song, when he was in a daze, he remembered what the director told him, the theme of the next show was Christmas, so he had to think about what to talk about.

Christmas is coming, how to spend this year...

What should I give Han Xiaosan...

I seem to have forgotten something, what is it...