After several hours of high-intensity pulling in the pulling room, mobilizing muscles and imitating exercises, Yan Qing's clothes were soaked through with his own sweat.
Miao Miao seemed to be accustomed to this situation and had been prepared for it. She took the time to urge Yan Qing to eat lunch.
Miao Miao came in with the medical kit at 3:30 in the afternoon, pushed Yan Qing back to the main building, carefully put a waterproof shower cap on Yan Qing, waited for him to take a bath and tidied up, and carefully helped Yan Qing unpack.
He removed the gauze, changed the dressing on the wound, and then re-wrapped Yan Qing with new gauze.
At four o'clock in the afternoon, Miao Miao led Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei, who were knocking at the door, through the porch, the small courtyard, and the inner courtyard, and entered the studio. In the general manager's office on the second floor of the studio, they saw a black man sitting upright.
Yan Qing is waiting on the leather sofa.
Shao Qing, who has exquisite and dignified makeup, is wearing a navy blue professional skirt, with her hair tied behind her head, looking extremely fresh and capable.
As soon as they met, Shao Qing smiled and shook Yan Qing's hand, then naturally let go and sat elegantly on the sofa next to Yan Qing.
Yan Qing paid attention to her sitting posture: Shao Qing's upper body was slightly tilted forward, sitting only on the front third of the sofa, her legs were tightly together and tilted to one side, and her calves were close to the base of the sofa. This sitting posture
Not only is the demeanor elegant and dignified, but it can also prevent ladies in skirts from being exposed, which is standard. (the duchess slant)
"Brother Qing, there have been rumors in our entertainment industry that the Yan Family Courtyard is shrouded in mist, and I finally saw it today.
I heard from people in the circle that when you took out a loan to buy this yard in 2008, many people said that Leng Touqing was probably a fool.
In the blink of an eye, eleven years have passed, and the faces of these people now feel more and more painful.
This is Shichahai, a big courtyard with three entrances and three exits. Brother Qing'er, you were really sharp at that time. If we could have known each other earlier, maybe I would live in such a big house now."
Yan Qing, who had obtained some information about Shao Qing from Miao Miao during breakfast, clearly understood that he had no contact with Shao Qing, who was known to be a good person and good at social affairs in the industry.
Yan Qing's own speculation is very likely that today is actually the first time the two of them have met.
But seeing how well she talks, a few witticisms and some gossips have unknowingly brought the relationship between the two parties a lot closer.
The young girl behind Shao Qing, who looked upright and upright, was holding a gift bag and standing solemnly next to Shao Qing. She didn't sit down for a long time, looking stunned.
Yan Qing was very familiar with that expression and estimated that this girl probably suffered from (Grand View Garden Discomfort).
"I made you laugh, Mr. Shao. Those rumors and such are all spread by others."
Yan Qing chose to practice Tai Chi and met with Shao Qing to show off.
"Brother Qing, calling me "Mr. Shao" is too unfamiliar. Look at Yan Qing and Shao Qing, our names are almost the same...if you don't mind, you can follow us.
How about calling me Sister Qing as if you are a family member?"
Before he finished speaking, Shao Qing stared straight into Yan Qing's eyes with some sharp eyes.
"Then I'll call you Sister Shao."
Yan Qing looked at Shao Qing calmly and even grinned.
He now felt as if he was on a bright mirror.
"This old fox is too cunning. She is clearly testing my relationship with her artist, and she has subjectively concluded that Weng Huaijing and I had a strong bond before, and we had some stories, so it happened like this, but
If you try to deceive me with just these few words, there is no way."
At this time, Miao Miao had already entered the room carrying a hot drink tray from the tea room. She was squatting down and slowly placing the two cups of coffee, coasters, stirring spoons, sugar packets, and condensed milk packets on the coffee table one by one on the tray.
Yan Qingte naturally turned his words to Miao Miao and the girl who was still standing next to Shao Qing.
"Hey, Miao Miao, you also asked this little girl to sit down. It seems so ignorant of us."
"Brother Qing, well, I'm very pleased with you."
Miao Miao raised a small bag of sugar cubes, turned around and asked Zhou Peipei, who had a thin presence:
"Do you want sugar in your coffee? If so, I'll add it for you."
Miao Miao hooked Zhou Peipei to the sofa and sat down obediently with just one word.
"Sister Miao, I will do it by myself, I will do it by myself."
Zhou Peipei, who was sitting upright, was a little afraid of Miao Miao. Today, she recognized Yan Qing's assistant at the door of Yan Qing's courtyard. He was the strong man who dared to push Weng Nuxia in the magpie bridge passage the day before yesterday.
"The woman who dared to push my sister Jing'er and give me a fierce look, with the title of general manager of Yan Qing Studio that Sister Qing said, is actually doing the reception work in a decent manner."
Therefore, her somewhat dazed performance before was not what Yan Qing had guessed. Zhou Peipei, who was born into a wealthy family in Suzhou and Hangzhou, had seen many mansions and courtyards since she was a child.
Shao Qing kept looking at Yan Qing beside him with a look of concern that was not too out of the ordinary.
Yan Qing almost shaved his head, and the wound was still wrapped in gauze, but after chatting for a while, he felt that his energy and spirit were in good condition, which made Shao Qing relieved. Yan Qing's injury was worse than what she had tested according to a bunch of tests.
The report and diagnosis certificate look much better if they are made up in your head.
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"Peipei, come on, take out the gifts and give them to our Mr. Miao to keep. I found out that Brother Qing used to be a vinyl man. Today I brought you two vinyl records that are hard to find.
One is the premiere version of the West End opera "Elegy for the Kingdom of the Thorn Birds" recorded in 1942.
The other is the first version of "The Harmony of Generals and Prime Ministers" recorded in 1951 by the late Li Pai, founder of the Yuan Pai Peking Opera art, Master Li Shaochun and Master Yuan Shihai.
The combination of China and foreign countries, and the content is full of thorns, which can be regarded as our sincerity in reforming today.
Brother Qing, let me introduce to you this, Zhou Peipei, my personal assistant.
On today's trip, the first thing to do is to apologize.
Another way is to ask the little girl to come over and become familiar with each other. In the future, cooperation will often require communication.
You also know that our family has a cold temperament, right?
Please help Pepe more often in the future."
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"" This Shao Qing is really powerful. A set of combinations of movements wiped out the impact of the incident without leaving any trace. This visit to apologize also made the sufferer feel comfortable. The last sentence was meaningful. This test of myself
The intention is evil."
"I don't know how much of the story she knows about herself and Weng Huaijing. Could you please stop testing her and just tell her directly? I want to know too."
Yan Qing's heart was spinning over and over again, but it did not affect the calm look on his face at all.
"Sister Shao, you are so considerate. Look, nothing has happened to me. Everything has passed. We will definitely cooperate with you and Peipei's work in the future."
After Yan Qing finished speaking, he put on a gentle and warm smile on his face. He nodded to Zhou Peipei who stood up, and when he was done, he glanced at Miao Miao who was standing aside.
Miao Miao received Yan Qing's look and reached out to accept the gift bag that Zhou Peipei had been holding and put it into the cabinet in the general manager's office.
Miao Miao thought for a moment, then took two packets of Anhua black tea cakes from southern Hunan that were purchased by the studio from the cabinet on the side, and gave them to Zhou Peipei to keep as a return gift.
After finishing the business, the two chatted casually. Shao Qing was basically the one looking for trouble, while Yan Qing was responsible for the compliments.
But after all, this is the social queen Shao Qing. She grasps the rhythm very well, and there is no risk of silence in the conversation. A few interesting things in the industry can only be said in a few words, but they are told vividly and vividly.
It wasn't until Miao Miao came over and whispered that a table of Tanfu's dishes in the restaurant was ready, that Yan Qing realized that it was already six o'clock without realizing it. He hurriedly greeted Shao Qing and Zhou Peipei to go downstairs to eat.
The dinner was served with exquisite official dishes and with Shao Qing's presence, it could be said that the guests and hosts enjoyed themselves and were in high spirits.
It wasn't until the dinner was over and the tea was finished that Shao Qing led Zhou Peipei to stand up and say goodbye.
Yan Qing followed Miao Miao and sent them outside the house until their backs disappeared into the distance of the alley where the dim street lights could not illuminate.
Yan Qingcai joked with Miao Miao.
"Shao Qing, you are an old fox and a wonderful person. I feel that when our Mr. Miao grows up, he will gradually grow into a big shot like Boss Shao, who can act freely."
Miao Miao rolled her eyes at Yan Qing angrily, and said coquettishly: "I have grown up now, brother Qing'er, you treat me like a child again."
"Okay, little lord, let's go in. I'll go have a movie and then go back to sleep."
Yan Qing stretched out his body, turned around and went in, continuing to play "Brave".
Miao Miao went into the restaurant to settle the accounts with Manager Song, who had left a reconciliation with Tan Mansion.
Yan Qing sighed at the wonderfulness of Boss Shao, but he didn't know what Shao Qing thought of him.
Shao Qing drove Zhou Peipei, whose eyes were bright again, back to Courtyard No. 1 on Wanshou Temple Road. He leaned half against the side of his car and looked up at a lighted window in the tall building of Courtyard No. 1.
"Pa"
Shao Qing lit a cigarette with a slim filter tip with a lighter and took a deep drag.
"Yan Qinggui has become a spirit. After several tests, his eyes are clear and his expression is normal.
Weng Huaijing of the family is also a tight-lipped person, but the more evasive and evasive their attitudes are, the more obvious it becomes that there is a story.
In addition, Zhou Peipei is a child who is stupid and a bit honest. Compared with other assistants who look younger, he is already doing a decent job as the general manager of the studio, and the road ahead will be difficult.
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But Yan Qing’s stewed egg look with a bandage is quite interesting, I’ll have to tell my family about it tomorrow.”
Shao Qing smiled a little wantonly, let go and dropped the remaining half of the cigarette, and skillfully stamped out the cigarette butt with the tip of his high heels.
She stretched out her hand and opened the car door with all her strength, and elegantly sat in the cab with her skirt smeared on her back.
He slowly took off his high heels, put on flat shoes, and closed the cab door heavily.
Ignite the engine, hit the accelerator, and pull the handbrake.