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Speaking of which, Yang Yu is also an unlucky kid. During the last promotions of "The End of the Road" and "Sword of Fairy Mountain", it was a coincidence that Lin Yao posted on Weibo to report her married life to her fans.
As a result, they were suppressed.
Not to mention that the carefully prepared publicity plan and the resources thrown in with real money were in vain, he was also criticized by Chen Qiao and had to take the blame.
Yang Yu was actually very careful this time. Before formulating this publicity plan, he had already studied the recent trends of the big names and top celebrities.
¡°I¡¯ve even read the almanac, and I¡¯m basically sure that nothing big will happen today.
Even if there are bad things happening to some second- and third-tier stars, it will not affect the promotion of "Sword of Love in the Fairy Mountain".
After all, there are three top players here.
"As long as those kings and queens don't cause something, no one can take away the number one hot search spot we have reserved."
This morning, Minister Yang said this.
However,
Not long after Shen Xin released this wave of publicity resources, news emerged online that Lin Yao¡¯s fetus was unstable and hospitalized.
"The Fairy Mountain Love Sword" didn't even have time to climb to the top of the hot search list, but it was stepped down.
Yang Yu was a little confused.
He immediately convened a meeting of the department to discuss and finally made the decision to raise the stakes.
¡°After all, the top management attaches great importance to this drama. The salary of the three top actors alone is over 100 million. If Xuanfa invests millions or tens of millions, it is a small matter.
If the ratings of the TV series are poor because of the reluctance to spend this small amount of publicity and distribution costs, then that is the real big pot.
??Under the balance between the two phases, raising the stakes is naturally a must.
"Even if there is another news today about Lin Yao holding or failing to keep her fetus, the popularity of her matter will gradually decrease. As long as we continue to increase our attention, the headlines will still be ours after all."
Yang Yu analyzed it like this.
It¡¯s just that I never expected it.
Lin Yao actually gave birth to twins!
"The Fairy Mountain Love Sword", which had already begun to attract the attention of many people, was completely overwhelmed by various reports about "Lin Yao being pregnant with twins".
If you don¡¯t raise your bet, you will lose.
Raise the bet and still lose.
For Shen Xin, this wave is a real loss.
Chen Qiao was so furious that she took the elevator down and rushed to the Publicity and Development Department, pointing at Yang Yu and cursing.
Yang Yu lowered his head and fucked himself. After a while, Mr. Chen's hair dryer finally ran out of power. Tired of scolding, he sat on the chair panting.
"Xiao Li, quickly pour Mr. Chen a cup of lemon tea to relieve the heat!"
Yang Yu quickly shouted outside.
A white-collar worker with good looks and a hot body agreed and quickly came in with a cup of lemon tea.
Chen Qiao looked up and caught a glimpse of Xiao Li's slightly open collar. His eyes suddenly stopped for a moment. Xiao Li was startled, thinking of Mr. Chen's reputation in the company, and hurriedly covered his collar and went out.
"Mr. Chen, this is an accident. Don't worry, we still have a lot of resources. When Lin Yao's limelight passes, the promotion of "Sword of Love in the Fairy Mountain" will definitely not be a hindrance."
Yang Yu lowered his eyebrows and said calmly.
Chen Qiao retracted her gaze from Xiao Li¡¯s swaying back and looked at Yang Yu coldly:
"We have been targeted by Lin Yao. Next time we promote it, she will definitely reveal something."
Yang Yu said in surprise: "No, I asked someone to find out. Lin Yao is really not a hype this time. She was indeed admitted to the hospital last week."
Chen Qiao sneered: "You mean you were just unlucky this time?"
Yang Yu nodded repeatedly.
"What about last time? What about the last time? Are you unlucky? If you are really so unlucky, will the company still dare to use you? You might as well go to Aiyao!"
"Mr. Chen, that's not what I meant"
"Okay, the Publicity and Development Department must find a way to remedy this loss, otherwise you, the minister, will need to be replaced by a new person!"
Chen Qiao waved her hand, walked to the door, and said calmly:
"That Xiao Li just now, ask her to come to my office."
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"Ms. Lin's fetal condition is relatively stable and she can be discharged from the hospital now."
Jiangrong Maternal and Child Health Hospital, the doctor said to Fang Xiaole and Lin Yao.
"No??Before three months, it is best for Ms. Lin to rest in bed and not be tired. "
"Okay, thank you doctor."
Soon, everyone packed up their things in the ward and prepared to leave the hospital.
At this time, the nurse who gave Lin Yao injections every day walked in.
¡°Do you still need to take injections today?¡±
Lin Yao was startled.
"No, Miss Lin, we want to take a photo with you."
The nurse waved her hands sheepishly and asked expectantly: "Is that okay?"
"Oh, of course."
Lin Yao was relieved when she heard that no more injections were needed.
"Ms. Lin agreed, come on, come on."
The nurse lady turned her head, and a group of nurses came in with a roar at the door.
Lin Yao was very generous about this kind of thing, standing in the middle of a group of ladies in white with a smile on her face.
Fang Xiaole took the cell phone of one of the nurses and prepared to take pictures of them.
"Director Fang, please come and shoot with us!"
The nurse with first-class injection skills waved to Fang Xiaole.
"Yes, yes, Director Fang, come too."
A group of young ladies all looked at Fang Xiaole with shining eyes.
¡°Husband, come on.¡±
Lin Yao smiled and waved to him.
Fang Xiaole had no choice but to give the phone to Liu Dui, and walked to Lin Yao's side.
"Director Fang, please stand here."
The nurse stood between Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole with a smile, holding Lin Yao's arm with her left hand and Fang Xiaole's arm with her right hand.
"Wow Yang Dan, you are so cunning!"
The other nurses shouted angrily. Lin Yao turned her head to look at the nurse named Yang Dan, and then at Fang Xiaole, who had an unnatural look on her face, and pursed her lips and smiled.
"One, two, three, eggplant!"
yeah!
"Congratulations, Miss Lin!"
"Congratulations, Director Fang!"
A group of nurses took photos with the two of them contentedly. Some even asked if they could post it on WeChat Moments, and Lin Yao graciously agreed.
Wow! This is the most glorious moment in my circle of friends!
The nurses immediately posted this photo to their WeChat Moments, and were so happy to see the wonder and envy of their friends and relatives.
Half an hour later, Lin Yao and Fang Xiaole returned to Longfeng Garden.
Haiyao and Song Yan also came back to take care of Lin Yao, while two men, Lin Duanzheng and Fang Guoqing, lived in Lanheng Garden.
Haiyao originally wanted Liu Dui to live in Lanheng Garden to review her homework, but Liu Dui had to live with her sister, and it was not convenient for her as a little girl to live with two men, so she agreed to let her live in Longfeng Garden. sky.
Today is a good day. Everyone is very happy. Haiyao and Song Yan jointly cooked a table of dishes, and the two families happily had a sumptuous lunch.
After lunch, Lin Duanzheng and Fang Guoqing returned to Lanheng Garden. Lin Yao was also a little sleepy, so Fang Xiaole accompanied her back to the bedroom to rest.
¡°Husband, do you think we are not dreaming?¡±
"Husband, when will we know whether we are twins?"
"Husband, do I have enough milk for two children?"
Lin Yao was sleeping on the bed, asking all kinds of silly and cute questions, while slowly closing her eyes and falling asleep.
Fang Xiaole sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the soft and slightly haggard face.
He leaned down and pressed his lips gently on Lin Yao's forehead.
"Wife, you have worked hard." (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com