After the door was closed, the assistant walked to Tang Yi's side, bowed slightly, and said, "Mr. Tang, this Cang Lan imitated the eldest lady's strategy. Now there is a mess, but there is no way. She has been doing this for so long. There is no solution, too amateurish."

Tang Yi lost the information in his hand, frowning slightly: "Success is less than success and more than failure!"

"The eldest lady, I see, has gradually improved."

"Let's take a look before talking." Tang Yi ordered, and went to rest.

At the same time, Qian Miao was still in a meeting here.

In addition to her and Black Chicken, there were two anchors and a senior director who had just arrived.

The theme of the meeting was that Cui Jinghuan came here to shoot a variety show.

The meeting lasted for two hours and decided on major and minor matters.

They finally decided to use a live broadcast to shoot this variety show. There is no need to record and broadcast, in order to save time and cost to the greatest extent. The current live broadcast is the preheating part of the show, and the two will finally be integrated.

After the meeting, Qian Mian asked the two anchors to continue their live-streaming work. He stayed in the conference room and watched the situation on the Internet. He wanted to go out after watching it for a while. Unexpectedly, he was fascinated and sat down.

After several days of live broadcasts, the popularity of Das Hotel has risen to the level she wants, and people's attitudes towards Das Hotel have also begun to change.

There has even been a group of forces dedicated to cracking down on "feudal superstition."

Everything happened within the scope of her expectations.

Back on WeChat, she saw Cang Zeyue's message.

It's about investigating Yihe Building.

After watching for a while, when she saw Bai Mucheng announce that she was opposed to the Cang family, she felt a little bitter in her heart.

You can imagine why.

Because she got involved.

As for the secrets of Yihe Building, there is no clue yet.

Heiji couldn't investigate whether Bai Mucheng had been involved in Wei Wu's affairs in the past.

At this time, a cup of hot milk was placed next to her.

On the hand holding the cup, the ring finger wears the same wedding ring as her.

She was surprised and looked up, her face beaming with joy.

I was too focused just now and didn't even smell him.

Feng Xian bent down to look at her, pretending to be unhappy: "It's so late, and you still work, so be careful to break your body."

Seeing him, Qianmiao felt that the busy day was gone, and his body became soft and unsupported. His hands were wrapped around his neck like the claws of an octopus, and his face leaned up, squinting comfortably.

The familiar smell on his body made her feel at ease.

"I want to sleep," she murmured.

I was sleepy when I saw him.

Feng Xian laughed, sat down and put her arms around her lap.

"Listening to Lu Ran, you haven't rested all day, and you didn't drink one more sip of water?"

"Forgot." she said.

He picked up the milk and handed it to her mouth, and said softly: "Drink a little, and sleep well later."

She frowned: "I don't like milk."

"This is yogurt."

She listened, bowed her head and took a sip, not sour at all.

"You lied to me."

She almost suspected that there was something wrong with her sense of smell, and she couldn't smell it just now.

Feng Xian's mouth overflowed with a successful smile, without saying much, he drank half of it first, and then handed it to her mouth: "Can you finish the drink for me?"

Qian Mian seemed to be sucked in by the starlight in his ink eyes, his heart swayed slightly, and he couldn't help but obey.

The magic is that the milk he had drunk seems to have become a little better.

"Is everything done on your side?"