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âhello, little chi.â she smiled innocently.
âwhereâs the script?â yan chi went straight to the point, not giving her a chance to laugh.
âiâm working on it.â
âa few days?â
âgive me three more days.â
âif thereâs no script, iâll criticize them at the next company meeting.â
â......â
when he worked, he was really no different from yan wangchuan. he was so strict that it made oneâs hair stand on end.
song fengwan was also feeling guilty, so she could only nod in agreement.
âhow have mom and dad been recently?â song fengwan changed the topic. â howâs your body? â
âyes.â
at this moment, song fengwan was rather glad to have a younger brother like him. she couldnât be by qiao aiyunâs side, but at least yan chi was always there. he could take care of her in time if anything happened.
after chatting for a while, song fengwan hung up the phone. she thought about the remaining three days ...
he rubbed his neck and decided to rest for a while.
it wasnât that she was willing to delay her script, but she was no longer a young girl in her twenties. she didnât have that kind of drive and was very calm about everything.
after yan chi hung up the phone, the assistant asked with a smile, â âwhen did you agree to submit the manuscript?â
he didnât say anything but looked at his recent schedule. the mid-autumn festival was coming, and their companyâs products were all ready. they were doing publicity at the moment, so they were free. â book me a ticket to the capital in three days. â
he didnât believe that song fengwan would really give him the draft three days later.
the assistant nodded. â actually ... â he stammered.
âwhat?â
â thereâs still more than half a month to the deadline. you really donât have to deliberately rush her in advance every time. â the assistant felt that song fengwan was a little pitiful.
âif i donât bring it forward, will she be able to give it to me on time?â
yan chi was also helpless about this. although song fengwan was an employee of the company, her status was still there. yan wangchuan was strict with himself but indulged song fengwan a little. no one else in the company dared to rush her.
in the past, it was the other departments who urged for manuscripts, but in the end, fu chen was the one who answered the phone ...
â sheâs been working very hard on her manuscript recently, â he said directly. â whatâs the matter? â
take the lead and occupy the high ground!
everyone was dumbfounded. what else could they do?
otherwise, this kind of thing would never have happened to yan chi, which led to the â deterioration â of his relationship with fu chen. but yan chi didnât care at all. he was an old man, so it didnât matter if he gave in a little. besides, he didnât dare to do anything to him.
if the third master heard this, he would probably be sullen again.
âthe last two times you went to beijing, she was also very anxious.â the assistant said awkwardly.
yan chi looked at him, his eyes were clear, â he talked too much.
the assistant smiled and left.
he didnât go to beijing just to urge her to write. after all, the deadline was still early, and he had other business to discuss. qiao zhichu might also return to beijing, so they could take this opportunity to meet up. a certain someone was rare to have a wu su ...
qiao xiyan was quite strict when it came to disciplining children. perhaps he had been too harsh, but qiao zhichuâs personality was even better than his younger self.
the qiao family had some connections with the jing family, so it was very likely that they would go to support the reopening of the pear garden.
song fengwan didnât know that there was still a long deadline. she was very grateful to yan chi for accommodating her for three days, â
after all, he was her younger brother, and his heart still ached for her.
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at the pear garden
fu qinyuan had already returned to his seat, while qian jiang was still standing behind him, expressionless and unmoving.
âwhere did you go?â fu chen tilted his head and asked him. his eyes fell on the cup in his hand, and his eyebrows moved slightly.
âafter i finished talking to uncle, i went for a walk.â
the youngsters these days only had a smattering of knowledge about beijing opera. they knew that it was a national treasure, but they rarely understood the profoundness behind it. at that moment, almost all of the people who wanted to show off in front of jing xingyao were playing with their phones. only the experienced audience members were still watching the show seriously.
fu chen wondered if she was bored and wanted to go out for a breath of fresh air. the pear garden wasnât particularly big, but if she wanted to hide, it wouldnât be easy for qianjiang to find her.
however, such an explanation could not dispel the doubts in his heart.
after the audition, it was already five o âclock in the evening. the manager in charge of the garden came out to see them off and asked if they had any opinions on todayâs performance.
there was also a large group of people who were eager to make a move in front of jing xingyao. the capital was only so big, and many of the people present were familiar with each other. they were well aware of each otherâs purpose in coming, but they had to care about their face and could not show too much enthusiasm and enthusiasm, so they all put on an act.