Huang Jia's office is very air-conditioned and the decoration is very warm, but the people on the sofa are a little restless.

Mo Xiaotian listened to the recording in front of him, cold sweat ran down his cheeks, "This part was edited, the situation at that time was not like this."

"Do you have the original recording or other evidence?" Huang Jia seemed to have anticipated the current situation. Compared to Mo Xiaotian's rage, he seemed particularly quiet.

"This is a matter for your public relations department, you have to find a way."

What happened that day was indeed that he was coaxing the other person at the beginning, but later it became a matter of mutual consent.

"This stinky bitch." Before Mo Xiaotian finished swearing, there was a knock on the door.

A stout man walked in.

"Mr. Nie."

Seeing the person coming, Huang Jia felt a flash of surprise in his heart, stood up and said.

"Send him to study abroad for a period of time." The man did not hesitate and directly gave the solution.

It was obviously a very ordinary sentence, but Mo Xiaotian's expression changed, as if some switch was suddenly pressed, and he shouted loudly,

"If I don't go, don't give up on me. I'm still useful and the audience still likes me. Mr. Nie, I can solve this matter and I promise not to cause any trouble to the company."

Mo Xiaotian's special nature also made Mr. Nie a little embarrassed. He didn't want to break his face, but he also didn't want to leave this trouble. Then he thought of sending him abroad to hide in the snow for three or two years, waiting for the audience to forget about it, and then talk about it again.

I took it back, but I didn’t expect his reaction to be so big.

The well-informed Mr. Nie immediately sensed something was wrong, called his assistant in, gave some instructions, and took him away.

Without Mo Xiaotian's troubles, Ji Yuhan's recording of the show went much more smoothly, and he followed Qiao Xi's plan to connect with Mr. Han.

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Hui Feng Tea House,

The bright sunlight shines through the stained glass, reflecting different colors on the wall.

Qiao Xi looked at the green tea in front of him, gently picked up the cup, and took a cautious sip. His face immediately wrinkled and he stuck out his tongue in disgust.

It's too bitter.

The man diagonally opposite who was drinking tea with Mr. Han unconsciously raised the corners of his lips when he saw this.

"You have to pay more attention to reducing exposure. If you want to be an actor, you have to maintain a sense of mystery."

"Thank you, Mr. Han, for your advice. I've also noticed this problem recently. Because I debuted in the draft, everyone's sense of involvement is not strong."

"Yeah, but your talent is pretty good. You're good enough for this bowl of rice." The old man took a sip of tea and said slowly.

He was very optimistic about this young man. He was smart, not afraid of hardship, and with a little hint in acting, he would understand the meaning. Even without his guidance, it would be a matter of time before he became a king.

So he is also very willing to give guidance. After all, all teachers hope that their students will be better than others, so that he can have a bright face when he speaks out.

Of course, he also understands that a man's compliment to him is not only for learning, but also for mutual benefit.

Having lived for most of my life, I have become accustomed to this kind of thing, so I don't mind it at all.

"Okay, you're going to join the team in a few days, so don't go out of your way to have morning tea with me every morning. If you don't understand anything, just call."

"Mr. Han, don't get me wrong, I like tea culture very much." Ji Yuhan didn't know if he said something wrong, but decided to express his attitude first.

"Young man, don't be too nervous. I will teach you because you have good talent." The old man smiled and raised his chin in the direction of Qiao Xi.

"The little girl was so bored that she almost pulled out the weeds in the flower pot. After a while, it was time to start repairing the branches and leaves. That was the boss's favorite thing.

I don’t want to be turned away the next time I come here.”

Seeing that the old man was not upset, Ji Yuhan felt relieved. After talking about his next visit, he led Qiao Xi out of the teahouse.

"Have you finished studying?"

Qiao Xi was wearing a sweatshirt with a hood today. When someone wore it like this, she subconsciously shrank her neck. It was funny and cute.

Ji Yuhan let go of his hand, said 'hmm', and walked straight to the parking spot.

"Are you so cold? The learning process is unpleasant?"

Josie thought about it while recalling the process, but finally gave up helplessly because she found that the process was so boring that she even forgot to record it.

However, the blackening value has not increased, which means that this class is pretty good.

'Didi,'

After Ji Yuhan got in the car, he waited for a while and found that the manager didn't follow him. He thought something had happened. When he drove out, he saw the girl squatting on the spot and drawing circles.

Even his car drove up to him and he didn't notice it.

When she heard the sound of the horn, the girl didn't even look back, but moved a few steps towards the corner.

This subconscious move made Ji Yuhan smile. Fortunately, it was too early and there was no one around. After waiting for about a minute, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the girl's number.

"Hello." The girl's soft voice came from the microphone.

"I'm ready to go back, where are you?" As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the girls outside the window standing up together.

The man looked at the time and decided not to let her run back and forth, "Don't run, turn back."

Seeing the car in front of him, Qiao Xi naturally opened the door and took his seat, fastened his seat belt and said with a smile,

"Let's drive."

There was no trace of embarrassment on his face, as if nothing happened at all.

Ji Yuhan let out a soft 'ha' and smiled fondly.

[Blackening value-2]

It seems that learning can not only make people progress, but also purify the soul.

The girl who heard the notification immediately smiled from the bottom of her heart, looked at the street scene that was different from home, and asked softly, "Host, where are we going?"

"A new restaurant has opened on Puxun Street. It has a wide range of dishes." Ji Yuhan paused and then said, "Mr. Han recommended it. I want to try it."

Yulin Garden,

Looking at the exquisite food in front of him, Qiao Xi didn't move his chopsticks for a long time.

After a while, the girl finally spoke, "Is this old man so fashionable? Can he still eat such hard food at that age?" As she spoke, she poked the pork knuckle in front of her with her chopsticks.

Ji Yuhan originally thought that the food was not to his liking and he was about to change the batch. Unexpectedly, he heard this sentence and said in a fool's style,

"This is driven by his son."

"Oh." The girl suddenly understood and nodded, looking as smart as I knew she was.

Then she ate heartily.

After eating a few pieces of salad, the man put down his chopsticks, leaned back on the chair, and squinted his beautiful eyes lazily. While drinking tea, he pretended to observe her casually.

The way she eats has a contradictory sense of being both rough and elegant.

He eats very quickly, but takes the trouble to cut the meat into bite-sized pieces.
Chapter completed!