Most of the dazzling sunlight at noon was blocked by the closed blinds.
In the dark office, Chi Xueyan stood by the window, looking at a few rays of overflowing light.
The person on the other end of the phone hummed in a low voice.
He guessed right.
So Chi Xueyan blinked her eyes and asked He Qiao in her usual tone, "Have you just met him?"
"In the morning." After He Qiao finished speaking, he suddenly understood what he said and took the initiative to say, "I'll ask him if he has left."
Next was a distant voice. He Qiao called the secretary outside from the phone in the office.
Chi Xueyan heard his calm question, "Has Duan Ruo gone?"
It turns out that the other protagonist is called Duan Ruo.
A soft-sounding name is completely different from his.
Some distorted female voices quickly replied, "I have finished talking to him in the morning. Just go back and wait for the news. But I heard that he went to lunch with Xiao Huang. They knew each other before. Wait a minute, I'll make sure..."
"Yes, the colleagues in the music department haven't come back yet. They are having dinner with Duan Ruo near the company."
The moment he heard this sentence, Chi Xueyan pulled down the rope of the blinds, and the warm sunshine filled the whole quiet room again.
Before receiving a call from He Qiao, he was going to take a lunch break.
But there is something more important at this moment.
He said without hesitation, "I'll come over now, about half an hour."
He Qiao was not surprised by his decision and said, "Okay, I'll pick you up downstairs."
Chi Xueyan always does things like this.
Of course, he would like to see the protagonist who finally appeared.
Anyway, this afternoon's appointment started a little later, because he guessed that he would be surrounded by gossip by his colleagues at noon, so he reserved time in advance.
Chi Xueyan said something to the assistant and hurried out.
While waiting for the elevator, he happened to meet a colleague who had little to do with him recently.
It's the only person in the whole clinic who hasn't received the sweet wedding candy today.
He was also the only colleague who "participated" in the wedding.
Xu Baijun came out of his office and also took the elevator downstairs. His steps suddenly stopped.
The dazzling-haired colleague looked over with a smile.
There is a subtle embarrassment in the air.
Although the wedding of the century on Saturday caused almost a sensation in the whole city, it was quite confidential. There were basically no live photos circulating, and there were no detailed news reports. Only some people who attended the wedding could see vague and sincere emotions.
It's like a grand secret.
Ordinary people only know that one of the protagonists of the wedding is He Huaili's youngest son He Qiao, but few people have seen his appearance, and the other protagonist of the wedding is more mysterious.
Only the people who joined in the door of the hotel that day vaguely but not really saw him, and only guessed that he was probably the groom through the clothes.
Xu Baijun is right there.
The moment he saw the red-haired figure, his whole body froze in place.
In fact, almost no one can see the face of the man in the dress.
But Xu Baijun in the crowd knew that a colleague with similar body and hair color was also holding a wedding today.
He almost thought he was dreaming.
It's so absurd.
But after going to work on Monday, the wedding candy that was not sent to him silently confirmed this absurdity.
Chi Xueyan didn't plan to tell him more. He was so busy preparing for the wedding that he forgot this vain and confident colleague.
But we happened to meet at the elevator entrance.
We will take the narrow elevator together later.
He simply spoke first, with a smile in his voice, like a usual quiet chat: "I heard that you are going to the wedding of the youngest son of the He family on Saturday? How about it? Are you having a good time?"
Xu Baijun's expression is obviously stiff.
The colleagues at the front desk are wearing headphones and playing with their mobile phones with their heads down.
So he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Are you another groom?"
Hearing the words, Chi Xueyan was a little surprised.
He didn't see Xu Baijun at the wedding site, and he didn't know how he guessed it.
In a word, it doesn't matter.
Chi Xueyan nodded cheerfully: "Yes."
The indicator light is on, and the elevator is here.
When he suddenly walked into the carriage, he seemed to remember something and asked with a smile, "But do you believe it?"
"Actually, it doesn't matter whether I'm the groom or not."
In the stagnant atmosphere, there was a sharp sarcasm in his eyes.
"Anyway, you are just choosing to believe what you want to believe."
The voice landed until the elevator door closed automatically, and Xu Baijun, who was standing outside, did not come in.
Chi Xueyan, who exclusively enjoys the elevator, is very satisfied with this effect.
He really doesn't like the smell of this colleague.
Half an hour later, he arrived at the parking lot downstairs of Wanjia Media on time.
He Qiao waited for him alone, who had told him his position in advance.
Chi Xueyan got out of the car and walked straight over: "Did he come back after dinner?"
"I'm back, in the recording studio." He Qiao walked forward side by side with him. "I asked the music department to ask him to audition on the spot to facilitate their follow-up evaluation and decision."
Speaking of this, He Qiao added, "He is a singer-songwriter who took the initiative to seek opportunities today."
Before entering the elevator room where outsiders were waiting, Chi Xueyan naturally moved closer to him.
He smiled and sighed in a low voice in the ear of the young president, who was naked, "I guess the song he brought is very good."
The elevator went up from the basement to the first floor. Wanjia Media employees, who had just brought back from takeaway milk tea, accidentally saw the big boss and a strange man with intimate posture beside them.
She was surprised and quickly said, "Hello, Mr. He."
He Qiao Nodded, Noticed Her Curious Eyes, And Took The Initiative To Say, "This Is My Lover."
Hearing what he said, the red-haired young man beside him smiled gently and turned his head to say something to him.
In the narrow and quiet space, the voice floated faintly, as if "...Are you learning me?"
His eyes were extremely bright, and his smile was also very beautiful. His eyes were slightly curved. He was obviously wanton, but he showed a little casual tenderness.
The employee holding milk tea stood in the other corner of the elevator, silently bowing his head, holding on the excitement of his heart, and did not dare to peek too obviously.
But she couldn't help thinking that the other protagonist of the grand wedding was like this.
Like a big star that can be seen on the screen.
... No wonder Mr. He will move the company to the other party as soon as he comes.
She suddenly understood Mr. He, who was privately described as a young master of love.
In the afternoon, Wanjia Media Company, which should have been swept by trouble, set off a wave of excitement.
Looking at the two backs leading to the recording studio under Secretary Li, almost everyone stretched their necks and gossiped lively in various small groups.
In the glass window of the recording studio, the quite moving song had just dissipated. Duan Ruo loosened his fingers clenching the microphone and unconsciously lowered his head and took a deep breath.
He hasn't performed such a live performance with audience for a long time. Fortunately, nothing went wrong.
THE DEMO WAS RECORDED IN ADVANCE AND MAY NOT BE REAL ENOUGH, SO DA DUO UNDERSTOOD THIS TEMPORARY REQUEST AND ACTIVELY CAME TO THE RECORDING STUDIO.
After all, using his song is not an easy decision.
During lunch, my friend told him that the quality of the song itself was good, and it was quite suitable for a project that the company was going to do recently. Under normal circumstances, they would definitely want this song, and even offer to cooperate with Duan Ruo for a long time.
But his situation is special.
Although Duan Ruo has decided to sue the former brokerage company and regain the right to sing in his own name, the dispute between them is very complicated and involves many aspects.
Before the dust settles, the songs he writes and sings will have certain risks in copyright, which may cause trouble to the current partners.
Some companies like to use disputes and lawsuits as a reverse propaganda means, but Wanjia Group is not like this. Influenced by He Huaili, the whole group is a pragmatic and stable style, and has a good reputation in the outside world.
Wanjia Media is mainly responsible for the advertising and marketing of various businesses under the group. They certainly hope that the advertising songs launched will have the greatest possible influence, which can be put on Duan Ruo. The more successful the song, the greater the risk.
Considering the company's style, he didn't actually have much hope. He just wanted to have a try.
Duan Ruo also listed many companies and prepared to try them one by one until he found an opportunity to change his gloomy life.
He plucked up his courage at the colorful wedding, so he chose Wanjia Media as the first stop.
It's like a guide of fate.
Even if you fail, you won't regret it.
At least he tried hard.
The staff in the control room gestured to the end. Duan Ruo took off his headphones and walked out of the quiet recording studio.
After listening to the live version, my friend Xiao Huang slowly gave a thumbs up and said slowly, "It's better than DEMO... very good."
Duan Ruo finally relaxed, and then he found with hinds that in addition to a few employees of the music department, there were two more listeners in the control room.
The gentle and handsome young president and his strong temperament partner.
It's the same as the wedding.
Xiao Huang of the Music Department took the initiative to ask for the advice of his top boss: "Mr. He, what do you think of the song "Mr. Paragraph"?"
He speaks very slowly, like a sloth in a cartoon, and he is extremely serious.
He Qiao said frankly, "The melody and voice are quite catchy. I think it is very suitable for advertising songs and have the potential to spread."
The other employees present had the same idea as him.
But everyone also knows the biggest obstacle.
In the brief silence, Duan Ruo was full of anxiance when he saw the most dazzling man in the room and suddenly laughed.
A red-haired young man looked at the employee with a special tone of speech in a very light tone: "What did you call him just now?"
Xiao Huang's expression was stunned and he repeated blankly: "Duan... Teacher Duan?"
The smile on Chi Xueyan's face became stronger, and he corrected, "It's Duan Ruo, not the paragraph."
Xiao Huang scratched his head: "Yes, the paragraph... It's not wrong."
At this time, Chi Xueyan was a little curious: "Can't you hear the difference?"
"What's the difference?" Xiao Huang looked confused, and his intonation was still slow, "Paragraph? Paragraph? Is there a... difference?"
In his unconscious rl, the others couldn't help laughing.
The originally slightly gloomy atmosphere dissipated completely.
Even Duan Ruo laughed.
Chi Xueyan, the first one to click, was so generous and calm.
It's not ridicule, it's not sarcasm, or simply thinks it's fun.
In this person's eyes, it seems that everything can become interesting.
There is nothing worth paying too much attention to.
Therefore, Duan Ruo made a decision that had never been considered before in an instant.
In the laughter, the singer, who had been buried for a long time after a moment, took the initiative to say, "Actually, it's also good to call it a paragraph."
He asked seriously, "Can I not sign the original name, so that the legal risk will be less?"
Instead of taking the risk of clinging to your own name and not being willing to accept the real name that was taken away, why not change a little?
Whether it's Duan Ruo or Duan, it's him.
Maybe at first glance, the name paragraph is very funny.
But its pronunciation is crisper, as if it is more firm and powerful.
He has begun to like this stage name.
It has a richer sense of power than Duan Ruo.
In the face of the sudden proposal, the employees looked at him with some surprise.
The singer looked a little shy and said enthusiastically: "I really want to sing again and return to the stage... As long as it's me, the name doesn't matter."
In the headphones placed on the mixer, the unforgettable melody gently came out.
The afternoon sunshine is very bright.
Secretary Li Feifei carefully closed the door of the president's office.
After listening to Duan Ruo's audition, Mr. He and Mr. Chi returned to the office together.
The door closed and the last scene she saw was Mr. Chi, who was sitting on the desk, commanding Mr. He to sit down on the leather chair behind the table.
They are facing each other, and the distance is very close.
... She really doesn't want to close the door.
Chi Xueyan sat at the desk for the first time.
Fortunately, it's summer. The table shining in the sun is a little hot, and it's quite comfortable to sit on.
I have to say that this perspective is particularly fresh.
He looked down at Heqiao condescendingly and clearly saw the surprise in the other party's eyes.
There is a sofa in the spacious office.
"I'm trying to show our love."
Chi Xueyan said, stretched out his finger and tapped the table under him, in a serious tone: "This is all played in TV series."
Sitting on the sofa seems too alienated, and it is not too much to sit on the legs of the Heqiao.
I had to sit at my desk.
And he suddenly found that this high and low posture was more suitable for pulling the other party's tie.
Recently, he often helps the people in front of him tidy up their ties, which seems to be a little addictive.
It's a pity that He Qiao didn't wear it today, only a shirt.
Chi Xueyan withdrew her boundless thoughts and turned to talk to him about business: "Do you want Duan Ruo's song?"
"Now he proposes to sign the stage name, and the risk is relatively low. They should accept it after discussion."
He Qiao paused and added, "Under the premise that there are no obvious problems, I generally do not interfere with the specific decisions of these projects."
Chi Xueyan knew that he was asking whether he needed to interfere this time.
He doesn't know He Qiao's opinion on the protagonist in this book, and also doesn't know how He Qiao feels at the moment.
This is the time to exchange opinions.
So Chi Xueyan thought for a while and whispered, "On the way here, I had some imaginations."
It's about the protagonist who beats him.
"When I really see him with my own eyes, my mood is indeed a little complicated."
He Qiao stared at him and listened quietly.
He saw Chi Xueyan laugh again.
"However, Mr. Xiaohuang doesn't distinguish between rl."
Chi Xueyan thought of that interesting scene, and a crystal clear smile flashed in her eyes: "Moreover, this song deserves to be heard by more people."
He has also played music and knows how to appreciate excellent works.
"So, I'm really a villain." Finally, he joked, "The protagonist lost his name as soon as we met."
His tone was full of a very relaxed mood.
It's like an elusive wind.
After a long time, He Qiao whispered, "I'll let them decide for themselves."
Hearing the words, the person sitting on the table turned his head and looked at the clock.
"It's time for me to go back to coax the children. You go ahead."
Chi Xueyan came down from her desk neatly and said goodbye to He Qiao: "I'll go home for dinner at night, so I don't have to come to sleep."
He turned around and walked out of the office, and Secretary Li's voice suddenly sounded outside, sending him out with a smile.
The door closed, and only a strand of ungrabbly wind flowed through.
After a while, Li Feifei came back and knocked on the door politely: "Mr. Chi has driven away."
It seems that there is still a burning body temperature in the surrounding air.
He Qiao sat in the same place and said in response, "I know."
The secretary with emotion did not leave immediately, and he still had something to say.
"Your husband is really..." She thought for a while how to describe it before she found the right word. "It's very charming."
At the wedding, we just saw it from afar. Now we have closer contact and experience it more sincerely.
She suddenly looked forward to the day after the company moved to the new address.
Mr. He seemed to think of her and asked her, "How long will it take to move there?"
Li Feifei immediately replied, "According to the current schedule, it is estimated that we will be able to start working normally in the new office building around the middle of next month."
After she finished her say, she waited for the boss's opinion.
It's the end of August now. In fact, there are not many days left. She thinks it's still quite fast.
And Mr. He looked at the wide desk, as if he was distracted.
After a while, he suddenly asked, "Is next week okay?"