Little Mr. is one hundred years old

As a newly signed artist, the company treated M so well that it couldn't be better. They opened a personal studio for him, and gave him priority in various resources—of course, he did not disappoint the company's attention to him. , has contributed a lot to the company (coffers).And being able to enter M's studio is really a very happy thing for the company's employees. Good benefits are one thing. M doesn't have as many problems as many artists, and his attitude has always been very kind, and he will not criticize others. , this is already much better...

After school, Qing Huan took the car to the headquarters of Nano Entertainment Company. At the entrance of the company, she saw many young girls there. Many of them were still wearing school uniforms, holding mobile phones or cameras in their hands. Some were sitting and some were standing, in twos and threes. While chatting, he would look at the door of the company from time to time—as if he was waiting for someone.

When Qing Huan walked towards the gate where the security guards were standing, the girls all cast their eyes on him, with weirdness and some curiosity, and then when they saw him blocked by the security guards, they all showed their natural expression--

"Hi, I'm looking for Mori." Qing Huan said to the security guard.

The tall security guard glanced at Qing Huan, and nodded at the girls with his chin: "Did you see that? So many people are looking at Mori, should everyone be put in? Wait outside."

Dare to feel that these girls are fans of star chasing...

Qing Huan straightened his face: "I'm not a fan, Mori asked me to come here, I'm here to apply for an assistant position in his studio."

"Mori's assistant?" The security guard frowned. "I haven't heard that a new assistant will be recruited... If you want to use this excuse to sneak in, then give up. There have been many such examples before."

"..." Qing Huan took out her mobile phone and called M in front of the security guard, but the phone rang for many times but no one answered, the security guard looked at him from suspicion to contempt... Qing Huan Huan just stood there without embarrassment, feeling like he was riding a tiger...

"Hello?" Finally, there was a response, but it was not M, but his manager's voice.

"Hello, I'm Xiao Wen, who is here to apply for an assistant. I'm at the gate of your company, and the security guard won't let me in..."

Qing Huan gave the phone to the security guard, and the security guard spoke with him cautiously, and after a few words, he returned the phone to Qing Huan, with a kind expression on his face——

"Sorry, I misunderstood just now, you go in."

Both use "you"...

"fine."

Seeing Qing Huan go in openly, the girls commotioned for a while, and then the girls who were closer to the door heard their general conversation, and then knew that it was related to Mori, and the commotion became even bigger——

"It seems that the person calling is Mori..."

"Who is that……"

"I heard it's an assistant..."

"A new assistant?"

"..."

"..."

Of course, Qing Huan couldn't hear these things, at the moment he was standing in front of the elevator and waiting for the elevator - a big company is a big company, even the elevator feels so tall -

"Ding--"

But it's not the elevator on Qing Huan's side, but the elevator next door. Qing Huan was about to walk over, but saw a group of people coming out of it, all in suits and leather shoes, looking like an elite——Qing Huan only glanced , quickly retracted his gaze, subconsciously turned his back——

Because, in the middle of that group of people was an acquaintance—Zhong Li.

Zhong Li was wearing a blue-gray suit and a black and white plaid tie. His thick black hair was brushed back. His baby face looked bright and handsome at the moment, which was completely different from usual. He put one hand in his trousers In the belt, holding a document in one hand, while reading it, he was talking to the people next to him - it was obvious that those people were circling around him in European style...

Why is Li'er here...

Zhong Li and his group did not go to the gate, but went to another exit to the underground garage—but when the gate was about to go down, Zhong Li stopped suddenly, and he turned his head to look at the elevator, but Only a piece of clothing can be seen, and the elevator door is closed——

"Mr. Zhong?" The secretary looked at him suspiciously.

Zhong Li turned back and said lightly, "It's okay."

A group of people disappeared into the hall.

At this moment, Qing Huan in the elevator let out a long sigh of relief—fortunately, she didn't face her face to face... But, even if she faced her face to face, Li'er might not recognize her... After all, she was entrusted to another person... In addition, M also used a secret technique to deliberately seal his breath, so it is impossible to recognize it...

Qing Huan has been here a long time ago, and when he reached the 23rd floor, he found M's studio very smoothly. M's manager was waiting there at the door. When he saw Qing Huan, he asked with some uncertainty——

"Is it Xiao Wen?"

"Hi, I'm Xiao Wen."

"Come in with me."

M's studio occupies almost one-third of the first floor, and it is equivalent to a small office. Qing Huan followed the agent in and saw various busy figures inside, some on the phone, some Some are working on the computer, some are checking clothes, and some are taking time for dinner...

"Here." The agent pointed to a corner by the window: "This will be your seat from now on. Of course, you may not always need it. After all, you have to go out to do things often."

"Okay, I see, thank you." Qing Huan looked at the seat, and it turned out to be a very good move. The corner is quiet, and it is next to the window. The air circulation is good, and there are many exquisite green potted plants...

"Although, you were introduced by M, but when it comes to arranging work, I won't let it go. What should be done is still to be done. Mori is busy, so you have to pay attention to many things, understand?"

"I understand." Qing Huan nodded: "Where is Mori now?"

The agent pointed to a tightly closed green door: "Catch up on sleep inside. He started working last night until two hours ago. It's his personal lounge. He explained that if you come, go in meet him."

"it is good."

The manager took Qing Huan over, knocked on the door, and after getting a response from inside, said: "Mori, Xiao Wen is here."

"Come in."

The manager opened the door, let Qing Huan in, and went to do other things by himself.

The room was not well lit because the curtains were drawn.

"M, I turned on the light."

As Qing Huan said, he turned on the light, and saw M sitting on the black bed, stroking his long hair, with a sleepy face. He was still wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, and the silk shirt was already wrinkled beyond belief. ——Looks like he just rolled on the bed and went to sleep, it's really... casual—but to be honest, it's rare to see him so down-to-earth, the corners of Qing Huan's mouth can't help but twitch——

When M saw Qing Huan, her eyes became much clearer, and while yawning, she casually kicked the quilt aside: "Mr. Bai, you're here." Her voice was hoarse.

"I heard that you have been working since last night. You are very tired. Do you want to sleep for a while?"

M stretched his waist and said, "I can't sleep for long, and there will be a platform in an hour. The human body is so troublesome, it is easy to get tired, and you have to eat and sleep to replenish energy."

"It seems to me that you have adjusted well."

M blinked, "Is it a compliment?"

"Yes." Qing Huan pulled up a chair and sat down, laying on the back of the chair, looking at M: "I want to ask you something."

"What's the matter?" M crossed his legs and looked at him with his chin propped up.

"I ran into Zhong Li in the elevator just now...you know Zhong Li, right? It's the one I told you about before..."

"Of course I know."

"I want to know, how did he come here?"

M laughed, "Because..." He deliberately dragged out the sound: "He is Nano's Boss."