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For several days in a row, Jing An was fully focused on her work.

　　The audio commercial had been shot, and she stared at the editing room for two days, pointing out a few changes to be made according to the client's requirements and having her colleagues produce a B-copy by the end of the day.

　　When a meeting was called at short notice in the afternoon, Demy opened the door and dropped effective information straight away: "I've just been informed that I'm going to the bid meeting at Spot in two weeks."

　　Paige, who had just returned from the US, immediately exploded, "Spot? The spot across the street from us?"

　　Demy faked a smile, "Your reaction makes me think you're angry, so angry that you want to just quit the project."

　　Paige slaps the table, "I have to be on it! I'm obviously right across the street and I haven't even been in their company yet, do I have to save face?"

　　Demy didn't talk to her, materials were distributed and brainstorming began immediately.

　　As soon as the meeting was over, Jing An confirmed the commercial first, and just after sending a message to the person in charge of the audio commercial, Zheng Muxiao's call came.

　　"We just finished a meeting on our side, and originally Xiang Yi wanted to work on this project by herself, but now I'm the replacement. Are you free this weekend? I want to invite you to dinner."

　　Jing An joked, "Is it to open the back door for me?"

　　Zheng Muxiao laughed: "You've been back for so long, she hasn't seen you. It's better to go back to that place, and go there together then."

　　Hang up the phone, Jing An went to the canteen to get a fruit back, eating while writing a summary of work.

　　The audio commercial did not go as well as expected, but the partner was very happy and satisfied with the rough cut, but this was the result of a compromise. The other party changed their mind midway, and after rejecting several proposals in a row, they decided that the feature film was not commercial enough.

　　The tricky project is still not progressing, but the male interns underneath have been more restrained these days and can't pick any major mistakes.

　　After writing the summary, I went back to reading the latest bid materials.

　　This day is still very busy until late, when back deliberately took a detour. The autumn of Huaiqing is interspersed with red and yellow, the ginkgo avenue is golden, Jing An parked the car on the side of the road and took a bag to pick up the fallen leaves of the ginkgo on the ground.

　　The summer she graduated from junior high school she started making bookmarks, leaves or flowers, grass or feathers, writing on them after they were done, and then writing the numbers in order. Every time she finished reading a book, she would leave a bookmark in it, and now it has reached more than 1,300 numbers.

　　There are constantly leaves floating downwards overhead, the air is full of the smell of ginkgo, Jing An crouched on the roadside, yellowing leaves to the nose, it seems that you can smell the bitter cold.

　　Previously, she always felt that there was an unnameable emotion in Shen Xihuai, an emotion that she remembered for a long time and even nagged at her. She once told Zhou Taoyi implicitly, and Zhou Taoyi asked her exactly how it was a feeling.

　　"Just a feeling of ... being angry and seeming to dislike me a little?"

　　"Make you uncomfortable?"

　　"And no, I just think he's a little ..."

　　Jing An can not say up, Zhou Taoyi directly snatched, "Do not you think, you just can not forget him, baby, do not give their own stay to find excuses, this person looks very good, right? The body is very good, right? The bed is also very erotic, right?"

　　Although this is not the point, Jing An cannot deny it.

　　She actually felt that Shen Xihuai was a bit lonely. Whether it was at that time or in the news later, or even going back to his high school days on stage, whether he was smiling or expressionless, he always gave her a cold feeling, just like the ginkgo biloba in her hand at the moment.

　　Since she is already planning to delete his contact information, she should also let go of those thoughts about him.

　　She took a deep breath, bent down and quickly picked through the leaves, and finally put a bag full of them on the passenger seat.

　　She went to the office early the next morning, read some industry news, and Paige arrived unprecedentedly early, handing over another bottle of banana milk.

　　"Joanne, I'm so excited that I'm not only going to the bid at Spot, but I'm also working with you. It means I can be lazy for a while and spend my time touching fish and looking at cute guys!"

　　Said did not leave, eyes looking at her: "Honey, and then give me one of your jelly, that flower fragrance smells good, refreshing."

　　Jingan helplessly spread his hands: "eat up, the next time you do and bring you."

　　Paige pinched her face, "I really like you!"

　　Jing An continued to watch the news, after a while Paige's work station suddenly came a scream.

　　She looked over and Paige looked excited: "I haven't read the entertainment news for a few days, but Su Jinwan has signed up for humor? Oh my God, is there a chance to work together in the future?"

　　Paige had previously shot a promotional film for a signed artist under Humor, and it was said that the big boss there was so concerned that he personally came on board and directly contacted Paige.

　　"Their Boss is particularly cool, not a word of nonsense, the process she does not care, only look at the results, but also very willing to spend money."

　　Jing An has also read the news of Bright Moon Pictures, and has a slight impression of Guan Yu Meng's style of action.

　　"She was able to sign Su Jinwan, she is really discerning, so discerning, she will definitely also seek our cooperation next time."

　　Jing An liked Paige's confidence and was just about to respond to her when she turned her words around, "But before she comes to us, she might need to find a professional PR team first."

　　She came over again and handed the photo on her phone to Jing An: "People are red and right, Su Jinwan's peach news is flying around, others are looking for a PR team to bring down the news heat, humor should fire up this news, Shen Xihuai eh, male talent and female looks, the door is right for the family, this pair is simply perfect."

　　She shook her head again, "How these people are young either married young, or in love? High school together, and then break up, that is now certainly to compound, or who broke up also go out to dinner together in the middle of the night? The last time I looked at it wrong, I thought Shen Xihuai was single, and the asceticism in his body deceived me, now look at the photos again, life is very nourishing ah!

　　Jing An didn't say anything. She had already seen the photos a few days ago, Shen Xihuai held a large part of the umbrella over his sister's head, his own shoulders were wet, but still smiling, obviously in a very good mood.

　　As a journalism graduate, Jing An has always been suspicious of the content of entertainment news, but the same information repeatedly, even if she does not believe, but also about to get used to it.

　　She did not think much about it, retracted her thoughts and began to focus on work.

　　In the afternoon, she went to the 4S store to pick up the car, and the other party said that the car was indeed a bit old, and it would not take long to retire. She was not always driving to and from work, occasionally on the subway, occasionally on foot, and did not depend on the car, but considering that she had to use it back home, she did have to find time to get a new car. ww.GóΠъ.яG

　　After picking up the car, she rushed to the granary mouth to stare at the scene, because it was the last day to make up some night scenes, and the crew didn't close until after eight o'clock.

　　When she was done, Jing An took a glass of water to the side to drink.

　　Just two sips, someone behind her called out to her.

　　"Joanne."

　　She looked back and Song Xiaolu was walking against the light from afar.

　　Unlike the dress-conscious Shen Xihuai, Song Xiaolu seemed to be dressed casually, and a T-shirt of an unreadable brand was the second time she had seen him. She guessed that he had several identical pieces of clothing.

　　He was also more casual, wearing military-colored work pants and Martin boots, as if he was ready to go into the garden to take care of the vines.

　　Jing An called out to him, "Mr. Song."

　　Song Xiaolu was quite dissatisfied and insisted as before, "It's better to call me Xiaolu."

　　He also smiled and said, "Actually, I'm not too used to calling you by this English name."

　　Jing An also laughed, "Then you can just call me by my name, Xiaolu."

　　Song Xiaolu's laughter is infectious and will make people follow the good mood.

　　"Now that we've finished filming, we should have time to eat together, right, Tao Jing'an?"

　　Jing An was a little embarrassed, she still had to go back to work for a while, but when she heard him call her by her name extremely naturally, she couldn't help but laugh again.

　　"Just a couple of hours, in the way?"

　　Jing An didn't be coy, lifted her feet and walked out, "What kind of taste are you used to eating?"

　　"All of them." He casually reported a few restaurants he had already been to, and asked, "Any recommendations?"

　　Jing An intended to take him to the old restaurant he used to go to when he was a child, not far away, she still drove the car out, Song Xiaolu road in front of the car looked several times, and sat in the car and said: "I look familiar with your car, very early models, right?"

　　"Well, years ago, just fixed today," she joked, "I hope there are no problems."

　　However, the prophecy came true, the car suddenly turned off halfway and could not be ignited. She was a little embarrassed, but Song Xiaolu joked, "It's over, I've just sat up here, and the car that was just repaired has broken down again."

　　Jing An was amused by him and made a phone call in time, waiting for the car to be towed away, before she continued to lead the way for Song Xiaolu.

　　But a hundred meters, to the door to take a look at the sign, Song Xiaolu face astonished: "This store is still open? I thought the whole Huaiqing had gone extinct."

　　This restaurant belongs to the oldest in Huaiqing, in recent years gradually decline, in other places have been invisible.

　　"Well, last time I asked the chef inside, this is the only one left."

　　Song Xiaolu thought about it and asked, "Do you mind if I call a friend to join me? He used to love the peach nut loofah here."

　　Jing An was willing to be an adult, and when she saw Song Xiaolu take out his cell phone to make a call, she turned slightly sideways to give him the space to make a call.

　　She looked at the fruit store across the street, planning to buy some oranges after dinner, when she heard the person next to her speak to the other end of the phone, shouting "second brother".

　　Jing An was stunned and turned her head back slightly.

　　It was Shen Xihuai.

　　The last time we had dinner together, she heard Song Xiaolu giggling and shouting at the person next to her, using this name.

　　She did not listen to the next, but her heartbeat gradually accelerated uncontrollably. Not much later, the person behind hung up the phone and said to her, "Got to, hang up for me, said not to come."

　　She gave a slight beat, "Then go in."

　　After entering the door and sitting down by the window, Song Xiaolu asked Jing An to order, she quickly asked for a steam pot chicken and mushroom meat cake, and then a peach nut loofah and jade soup.

　　Just as the list was handed out, the phone rang again.

　　She saw Song Xiaolu pick up and asked what was on the other side, he smiled and gave an address, "Why do you want to come again? I just heard the voice of Tong Tong's son, walking away from it ... line line line, no nonsense, you hurry up to come, I'll let people add two dishes."

　　Once the phone hung up, and explained to Jing An: "This person is so good, I have not seen him change his mind so quickly, I add another set of dishes?"

　　She nodded her head.

　　Song Xiaolu asked her to recommend another dish, then got up and went to the counter to add a red grooved diced pork and fried melon dates.

　　Jing'an felt thirsty and had finished her lemonade, so she poured herself a large cup of jasmine tea and drank it down with her head back.