I held the phone weakly in my hands and feet, looked at Liu Tao and then at Quanying in horror, and for a moment I didn't know whether to admit or deny. Liu Tao, however, took the phone and stuffed it into Quan Ying's hand, and said with a smile, "Miss Quan, you just drank too much? How does this look like Momo? Momo is much thinner than this."
"How come?" Quan Ying frowned and looked at the photos on her phone, then looked up at me, and muttered, "You will look fat when you take pictures, I know Momo's clothes, and in Hong Kong, she is Mixing with Cheng Hua, look carefully, it's obviously her."
Liu Tao pressed the screen switch of her mobile phone without paying attention, dragged her to sit on the sofa beside her, put a bunch of beers in a row in front of her, and said, "Come on, Quanying, don't divert your attention, come on Didn’t you say you’re punishing yourself with three bottles for being late? You’ve only drank half a bottle, so don’t just fool around like this.”
After hearing Liu Tao's words, Quan Ying was not convinced, she threw the phone aside, and said with a proud smile: "What kind of talk is this, isn't it just drinking, Mr. Liu, I have no other skills, but drinking Never ambiguous."
While talking, the two started to drink one bottle at a time. I stood there dumbfounded, my mind in a mess.
If the matter between me and Cheng Hua had been exposed before this report came out, I would naturally be conflicted and nervous, but I would definitely not be as panicked as I am now, because the nature of the matter has reached this point. It's completely different.
Regardless of Cheng Hua's results, for me, if I was caught before, I would be the person in the photo. At most, the fans would say that I'm not good enough for Cheng Hua. If it's extreme, it might be crazy. If my fans are human flesh to me, it will disturb my normal life and make me uneasy for a while.
But what's the situation now? My name, Du Mo, was ostentatiously signed under Cheng Hua's report. Then, I pointed out the situation in the photo and encouraged the words, as if no one in the world understood me. If I turn around and get exposed, the author himself is the protagonist in the photo. This is simply a ridiculous joke, how can I feel so bad? How thick-skinned do I need to be alive
I didn't care about Liu Tao's questioning looks at me during the drinking breaks, and now I just want to quickly find Wei Jie or Cheng Hua for advice. Quietly exiting the private room, I started to dial Cheng Hua's phone, but the phone was turned off. Presumably, he had to hurry the next morning, so he fell asleep right now. He called Weijie again, but no one answered after several times. Am I dialing the phone at the door, pacing up and down anxiously, almost scratching the wall with annoyance.
The door of the private room suddenly opened at this moment, and the bustling noise came from the crack of the door. I turned my head and saw Liu Tao standing at the door, closing the door behind his back to block the noise in the room. But he didn't intend to go away at all, he just stood by the door and looked at me carefully. It seems that he didn't come out to go to the bathroom, but came to find me specifically.
I immediately confessed to Liu Tao and asked him, an experienced comrade, to quickly think of a reliable way for me. He was hesitant between resisting death and firmly denying that the person in the photo was me. Liu Tao said bluntly. Walking over, walking closer, just when I almost collapsed and shouted: "Ms. Liu, I probably got into trouble", he slowly showed a smile.
"Momo, why did you hide outside? You didn't talk or sing all night. Are you so happy that our weekly magazine has a good start? Are you excited? Or do you blame me for not getting you the editorial director's seat and being disappointed? "Liu Tao said, his tone was still so soft and gentle, which made my tense nerves relax a little, and he forced a smile and said: "Mr. Liu, look at what you said, I am such a small editor, I can be a deputy director. How can I be disappointed by your promotion?"
"Since you're not disappointed, let's have fun with everyone when you're excited. Don't just run out by yourself. Otherwise, after a few days of your appointment, the big guys will think you're out of the crowd and putting on airs."
Since Liu Tao said that, and he didn't intend to pursue the question Quan Ying raised just now, I could only obediently follow him back. Just sitting there, I always glance at my phone every few seconds to see if Miss Wei has called me back.
Quanying had already drunk a lot at the moment, and started acting as a mic bully, singing non-stop, and didn't bother to ask me any more questions, but after Liu Tao called me in, he directly pushed me into the most lively room. In that group of people. The left and right couldn't wait for Weijie's call, and I was upset, and the people around me kept trying to persuade me to drink, so I finally just gave it up, followed everyone's drinks, and didn't think about the photo anymore.
When the beer in my mouth no longer felt bitter, but sweet and delicious, my stomach was already in a mess, and my brain was even more messed up than my stomach.
That night, my last memory of this celebration party is that we chatted shoulder to shoulder with our editor's brother and became more and more angry. I almost married brothers and sisters with different surnames, and then Liu Tao's vague smile appeared in front of my eyes. He swayed and said, "Momo, I'll take you back..."
I seem to have a traditional virtue that is bound to be broken after drinking. Since I drink a lot, I always don’t remember how I went back to bed to sleep soundly. I’m used to it.
When I woke up the next day, I climbed up with my swollen and sore head in my hands. I was so thirsty that I searched for water all over the room, and then I poured the water into the cup. Then I slapped my mother on the back of the head, "The more you child It’s better to learn more and more, right? You didn’t come home at night, day and night turned upside down a few days ago. I thought you were busy with work and didn’t care about you. ?”
I shrank my neck and gulped down two large glasses of water, then looked at the old lady and asked, "Did I drink too much yesterday?"
"Drink too much? You'd be so drunk. I haven't seen a girl from a good family who can drink to your virtue. She has already entered the door. She still hugs Editor Liu's neck and doesn't let go. Shouting, 'I'll sleep with you when I wash up', you've completely lost my old face." My mother scolded me bitterly with a black face.
I heard the flutter, but I was also a little embarrassed, hey, I can tell that, it was Cheng Hua who was poor on the phone last night, and took me into the ditch together.
"Are you still happy, are you still happy?" My mother was very angry when she saw my playful smile, and continued to slap me on the head with slaps and slaps. While hiding, I remembered the scene of Cheng Hua being repaired by sister Wei that day. Thinking of Sister Wei, I suddenly remembered the matter of the photo, my heart tightened, and I hurriedly said: "Mom, you will teach me a lesson when you come back. I remembered something terrible, so I'm leaving first."
After washing up carelessly, I grabbed my schoolbag and ran to the newspaper office. On the way, I started to call Wei Jie again, but this time it connected after a few rings.
"Momo, when you called yesterday, we were having an urgent meeting here. It was too late when we saw your call, so we didn't call you back. It's nothing urgent, right? We're looking for Cheng Hua, right? He will be in the city in a while, and the phone should be turned on right now. You can call him." Wei Jie said directly without waiting for me to answer the phone.
As soon as I heard Sister Wei say that there was an urgent meeting, I felt guilty, and quickly asked: "What kind of meeting are you having? Is there something wrong? I saw new photos on the Internet last night. This time it seems to be OK. See it's me."
"Ah?" Sister Wei seemed to be baffled by what she said to me, and she paused before replying, "No, our company doesn't hold a meeting just for Cheng Hua as an artist, but for other things. I do know that there is a new photo. But it’s similar to the first one? Now post bars, forums, and even Weibo seem to think that the person in the photo is Han Qing, and only a few people are skeptical. What? Who recognized you?”
"Oh, no, my colleague asked me yesterday, saying that the clothes look like mine." Hearing Wei Jie's words, I was greatly relieved, it seemed that I was completely narcissistic and mediocre. It is very important to be preconceived and guided by public opinion. Once such an explosive news as Han Qing is thrown out, people will discuss it enthusiastically for a while, but no one will doubt it anymore.
"Then what do you say?" Miss Wei asked me.
"I didn't say anything. We had a dinner at the newspaper office yesterday. Everyone was drinking in full swing, so we didn't bother to pursue this matter."
"Okay, that's good. Momo, remember, if any other media approached you to contact Cheng Hua in the past few days, you would push them away. Now I think the effect of the news is good, and there is nothing too bad about everyone. However, I haven’t figured out what to do next. Besides, Cheng Hua is keeping a little bit of mystery, and the attention is high. I don’t want to let him show up right now. If he comes out again, it will increase the popularity of the film."
"Okay, I see." Putting Wei Jie's call on the phone, I felt refreshed, my mouth was no longer thirsty, my head didn't hurt, and I could walk with strength.
What Cheng Hua said was absolutely correct. I've always been a timid person, so I love to scare myself the most. Just because of Quanying's casual question, I even used alcohol to drown my sorrows. It's just so worthless.
Once my attention was freed from that unexpected incident, I began to notice a newsstand vendor on the side of the road waving the newspaper in his hand and yelling: "The last copy of "Entertainment Shinkansen" is fifteen, so hurry up. "
After the newspaper was printed, I hadn't seen it yet, and when my heart moved, I went up to buy it. But I know that the price of our weekly magazine is five yuan a copy, and this peddler is too blatantly asking for the price, three times and three times the price. I said to him while holding the wallet: "Isn't this newspaper five yuan? Why are you fifteen?"
The peddler gave me a disdainful look, "What's wrong with Fifteen? It's not bad to buy. These are all newly delivered today. Yesterday's ones were sold out as soon as they came up. I heard that there will be no reprints. They can't be bought in the whole market now." How many copies."
I was angry and happy when I heard what he said, but I couldn't encourage this unhealthy trend, so I took out five yuan and handed it to him, saying: "Give you five yuan to sell me, you raise the price privately, be careful I will report you to the circulation department of the newspaper."
The peddler withdrew his hand and hid the newspaper behind his back, "Well, you think it's too expensive and I want to keep it for myself."
I was about to quarrel with him when a little girl squeezed over and asked, "Do you still have the weekly magazine on the cover of Cheng Hua?"
"Yes, the last one, fifteen, or?"
"Okay." The little girl quickly gave the money, took the newspaper and left.
I shouted to the little girl, "The price of this newspaper is five yuan, dear." But the little girl didn't even bother to look up at me, and couldn't wait to open the newspaper as she walked. I stomped my feet in resentment, but the peddler just bared his teeth at me, and continued to sell his newspapers.
Fortunately, the newspaper office will always leave some newspapers for its editors and reporters. Although the printing volume is not large this time and the sales are good, there is still enough for me. Because in addition to sending sample reports to Wei Jie and the others, I also need to send sample reports to other economic companies to contact future cooperation.
I gave the mailing address to the clerk and asked her to help me fill out the form. I couldn't wait to start flipping through the newspaper, looking at my work with a sense of accomplishment. It was the time when I was admiring myself, and Liu Tao's insider called me into the house.
I entered Liu Tao's office, saw him smiling and looking at me, and suddenly remembered what my mother said about me drunk the night before. Although the old lady always likes to exaggerate the facts, I guess she can't make up those words of. Thinking of this, my face turned red all of a sudden, I quickly lowered my head, and said coyly: "Mr. Liu, thank you for taking me home yesterday, that... I'm so out of control, I'm really sorry."
When I heard Liu Tao's chuckle, I was even more embarrassed and didn't dare to raise my head. Liu Tao laughed, but only said gently: "It seems that you are in good condition today, and there is nothing wrong with your health?"
"Yeah." I replied in a voice like a gnat.
"Then go on a business trip with me tomorrow. The Southern Group's Entertainment Weekly celebrates its third anniversary. The leader asked us to visit and study. It's only two days, and then we have to rush back to publish the first issue. Do you have time? Question?" Liu Tao asked.