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Zheng Yimian was stunned, he didn't expect that it was Liang Yu who came, he stopped there, raised his face and looked at him blankly.
Liang Yu stretched out his hand and repeated again: "I will help you."
Only now did Zheng Yimian recover a little bit of consciousness, his face blushed completely, and he slowly took off the necklace from the place where it was attached to his neck, and put it in his palm.
Liang Yu whispered: "Go inside."
Zheng Yimian was half-embraced by him into the room, and stood in front of the mirror.
Liang Yu stood right behind her, holding the necklace, and wrapped one hand around her neck. Soon, something cold fell on her chest.
Looking through the mirror, Zheng Yimian saw that Liang Yu was carefully fastening the necklace behind her.
He lowered his head, very serious, but still couldn't hide the trickling smile at the corner of his mouth, his brows and eyes were half-closed, gentle and soft.
After fastening it, he carefully passed his hand under her hair, and the back of his hand seemed to touch the back of her neck, shaking her hair out of the necklace bit by bit.
The long hair is slightly curly, casually scattered on the shoulder blades and the front and back sides of the chest.
Liang Yu looked at her from the mirror at the back, the smile in his eyes became more obvious, he leaned slightly, and said casually by her ear, "It suits you very well, it looks good."
She didn't dare to say that she was so nervous that she almost stopped breathing, and she pulled the hair from her shoulders to the sides of her cheeks, trying to block her skin that was heating up.
Liang Yu still wanted to ask in her ear, "When are you leaving?"
Zheng Yimian: "Nine o'clock."
He nodded noncommittally.
However, she seemed to have found a life-saving straw, and continued to follow the topic: "Why did you come here suddenly?"
"I'll come when I miss you." He answered very relaxed and casually, as if he was just explaining an ordinary daily routine.
Looking down at his watch, Liang Yu said again: "I have to leave later, are you okay by yourself?"
"Don't worry, it's fine," Zheng Yimian said, "Many authors and editors have accompanied me there."
After pausing in the room for a while, Zheng Yimian set off to Xi Qing's headquarters, while Liang Yu returned to the training base.
Zheng Yimian and Chengcheng took the car to the company together. In the car, besides the editor, they were signed writers. Everyone usually interacted with each other on Weibo. At this time, they recognized each other vaguely based on their memory.
Someone wore a red dress and pointed at Zheng Yimian: "This is"
Zheng Yimian smiled: "Pyjamas."
"Ah, you are pajamas?" The person who asked the question was a little surprised, "I didn't expect pajamas to be so small. Looking at your delicate painting style, I thought you had been painting for many years! Are you in high school or college? "
Zheng Yimian: "I'm in freshman year."
"It's incredible," someone said, "You are so good in your freshman year. Those of us old aunts who have worked for several years are really eliminated by society, alas."
"Not at all," Cheng Cheng said, "Mianmian is the youngest among the artists who signed contracts. Our company has never signed such a young one before. The main age group is still going up from college."
Zheng Yimian nodded repeatedly: "Everyone draws better than me, especially the speeches, you are much better than me in drawing plots and scenes. I still have a lot of room for improvement."
The speech that was named was the woman in the red dress just now. She pursed her lips and smiled: "Who can be signed by Xi Qing, who really has two brushes?"
There are more than a dozen people in the car, all of whom have their own readership and fame when they go out. The painting style is beautiful without losing their own style, and there are no flaws in the plot.
Someone once joked that more than half of Xi Qing's traffic was carried by these contract artists.
Moreover, Zheng Yimian would use the word "admiration" to describe many seniors in front of him.
The works of several painters, including Ci Mu, have been consulted by film and television or mobile game companies, and have the intention to purchase.
Sure enough, someone started to say at this time: "That's right, how many films and TV shows here are almost sold out?"
"It's not clear yet, people in Xi Qing's department seem to be still talking."
Most of the contracts signed by the authors entrust Xi Qing with the agency copyright of movies and games.
That is to say, they don't have to worry about these aspects, and the people from Xi Qing's department will help them negotiate and analyze.
According to Zheng Yimian's understanding, the long-form comic "Seeing Frost" by Cimu is already in operation.
"It's a good thing that we are talking, it proves that good news is coming soon.After finishing speaking, Zheng Yimian and his group of signed artists were called to the backstage by the editor-in-chief, saying that they wanted to sign an autograph.
The logo printed with Xi Qing's comics was entrenched in the corner of the big screen. Everyone took a signature pen and signed on it one by one.
Cheng Cheng smiled and said, "Everyone made it so formal, like walking on the red carpet at a film festival."
After signing the signature, the celebration is officially over.
After the celebration, Xi Qing also organized a dinner party.
The dinner was relatively free, but the basic etiquette was indispensable. Chengcheng led everyone to briefly meet with seven or eight investors, chatted a few words, and took a few business cards. The atmosphere was very happy.
Zheng Yimian ate something casually and left first.
She had just arrived at the hotel, rested and put her bag on the table.
Remembering to send a message to Liang Yu, Zheng Yimian was looking for the phone in his bag, and the moment he pulled out the phone, a business card fell out of the bag along with the phone.
The business card was turned upside down, she didn't read it, and didn't intend to.
Zheng Yimian sent Liang Yu the news that the celebration was over, and went to the bathroom to change out of the formal dress she was wearing.
As soon as the skirt was changed, there was a knock on the door.
Zheng Yimian opened the door, surprised that Liang Yu's speed was so fast.
She looked at him: "Don't you need to train?"
"The morning training just ended, and now it's time for a break," he came in with a smile, "I called a car directly."
After a pause, Liang Yu asked her: "Everything is settled? When will you go back?"
Zheng Yimian spread the dress on the bed and started to pack things: "Xi Qing's work is overbut you haven't played yet? When is your match?"
"I can't go back this week, you go back first, I'll be there later," Liang Yu leaned against the table, and after a while, he found the things on Zheng Yimian's table, but he didn't turn them over, he just asked, "What is this? A business card ?¡±
Zheng Yimian glanced at him, thought about it, it was not a big deal, and said, "Well, just after the celebration, there was a dinner party, everyone toasted and exchanged a toast, and when an investor casually chatted, he said that he His son is about the same age as me, so we can get to know each other when we have a chance. Everyone is joking together, and some people say that they want to make friends, and that his son is very good in all aspects."
"Son?" Liang Yu copied his hand and narrowed his eyes, "Very good? How good is it?"
"Then I don't know. Some people say that he is 187 in height, has a high degree of education, a good family background, and looks handsome." Zheng Yimian shrugged, "Maybe the family background is really good, but in terms of appearance I just nodded at the time If you get confused, you can't see what that person looks like, and you can't judge what his son looks like."
Liang Yu sneered. He was not interested in this matter at first, but when he heard the conditions mentioned, he was a little upset.
Conditions are good? How good can it be compared to him?
After a while, he frowned, and said: "My net height is 187, I don't know if his son is measured by wearing shoes; It is recommended to find out before making a conclusion, maybe I am better than him; as for the appearance"
Zheng Yimian answered with a smile: "You are also completely superior in appearance, there is no need to compare, I will not consider him."
After meeting the person in front of her, those blunt conditions no longer attracted her at all.
Hearing Zheng Yimian's words, Liang Yu's brows finally relaxed. He tapped the table with his fingers resting on the edge of the table, lowered his eyes, and burst into a smile.
Things are almost sorted out, Zheng Yimian is going to go to Liang Yu's base for a while, say goodbye to everyone, and then set off back to W City.
After leaving the hotel, Zheng Yimian wanted to go to Xi Qing to say goodbye to Cheng Cheng, but just as he walked through the door of Xi Qing, he found that someone happened to get into a car at the door.
Liang Yu seemed to have seen something, staring at the man in a suit and leather shoes getting into the car and closing the door.
At that time, the lights in the venue were too dim, Zheng Yimian didn't see the face of that person clearly, nor did he look at the business card handed over, and didn't know the name of that person.
But she still remembered the man's height and suit style, as well as the delicate watch in his hand.
Seeing Liang Yu looking over there, Zheng Yimian thought he knew, and pulled Liang Yu's clothes: "Oh, it's really nothing, he might just be casual"
Liang Yu looked sideways and asked her: "The person everyone told you to get to know and think about is his son?"
"It should be," Zheng Yimian couldn't get around, "Don't you know? Then why are you staring at him?"
Liang Yu paused for a while, and pondered for a while¡ª¡ª
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