"I can't appear in the company recently, and report any problems to me in time." Zhong Yibin told Secretary Jin after listening to the company's current situation and major projects to be done recently.
Secretary Kim, who felt that he had a great responsibility, nodded solemnly.
Zhong Yibin glanced down at his phone, got up to send Secretary Jin out, walked to the entrance hall, and suddenly remembered: "Do you still remember my email password?"
"You forgot?" Secretary Jin was stunned for a moment, remembering that the boss from his home always saved a password on his mobile phone and computer to log in automatically, and he probably won't remember when he switched to Chu Qin's home computer, "I'll send it to your mobile phone later. "
Zhong Yibin nodded, indicating that he could leave.
When Secretary Jin left, Zhong Yibin's serious and deep expression disappeared immediately, and he returned to the bedroom with a smile: "Fortunately, you reminded me."
Just now Chu Qin was in the room and sent a text message to Zhong Yibin, asking him to ask Secretary Jin for the email password. The boss's work mailbox and password are usually also known to the secretary, so that the secretary can help deal with some unimportant emails. Chu Qin had seen Zhong Yibin instructing Secretary Jin to reply to the email before, so he must be right.
With the work mailbox, Zhong Yibin can have a general understanding of the content of his previous work, and he will not reveal his secrets when he arrives at the company.
After a while, Secretary Jin sent the password. Zhong Yibin was not in a hurry to look at it, but wanted to discuss with Chu Qin the unfinished kiss just now.
"Don't make a fuss," Chu Qin couldn't help laughing at the big head that came close to him with a pouted mouth. He spread out his five fingers and pressed down on that beautiful face, "Mr. President, hurry up and go to work."
"I've lost my memory, so I don't want to work." Zhong Yibin followed the force he pressed on his face and lay down on the bed.
Chu Qin stretched out his hand and poked at the itchy flesh on his body: "I've lost my memory, will that uncle give you a physical examination?"
Zhong Yibin looked up at him, his clear eyes full of innocence and ignorance. Chu Qin coughed dryly. He was used to it and forgot that this guy might not understand now...
Before blaming himself, Zhong Yibin moved his head to Chu Qin's lap and said in a pitiful loli voice, "Then uncle, be gentle!"
"Pfft hahaha..." Chu Qin couldn't help but burst out laughing.
The two were fighting, and because of the lack of memory, a little bit of life suddenly vanished. After drinking some milk for dinner, it was time for bed.
Chu Qin's house is not small, but a single apartment with this architectural style has a lot of space and few rooms. He never thought about letting Zhong Yibin sleep on the sofa, but now this guy doesn't remember anything. Facing a lover with clear eyes, Chu Qin was a little embarrassed, and always had a sense of embarrassment to take advantage of others' dangers.
This strange feeling lingered, and he could only instruct Zhong Yibin to take another thin quilt.
Turn off the lights, the room is quiet, only the air conditioner makes a slight wind noise. Zhong Yibin was lying beside Chu Qin, staring at him with bright eyes. At Zhong's house these past few days, he has not been able to sleep well, because everything around him is so unfamiliar, which makes him very nervous. Now that Chu Qin is by his side, he just feels itchy and warm in his heart, and he can't get enough of it no matter what.
He couldn't help but moved forward and quietly rubbed his head against Chu Qin's pillow.
Chu Qin felt hot air spraying on his face, opened his eyes, and saw the president who had taken up a corner of the pillow: "Why?"
"Did we have one bed alone before?" Zhong Yibin looked at him innocently.
In the past... Chu Qin's cheeks flushed. In the past, the two of them were in the same bed, so something must have happened. How could it be possible to sleep in two blankets. But this is really a bit shameful. Chu Qin wanted to fool the past, but when he met those focused eyes, he gave in and said the truth: "That's not..."
Zhong Yibin heard the words and threw the quilt on him without saying a word.
Chu Qin sighed, raised his hand, lifted the quilt, and wrapped Zhong Yibin inside: "The air conditioner is on, and retract your arms, or your joints will hurt tomorrow."
"Are the ribs still hurting?" Zhong Yibin obediently allowed Chu Qin to tuck the quilt on him, being careful not to touch Chu Qin's chest.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, it's fine to lie down." Chu Qin yawned. He had slept in the hospital for the past few days, and he couldn't sleep well. At this moment, he had the familiar body temperature around him, and drowsiness quickly struck.
Seeing that he was sleepy, Zhong Yibin stopped talking, rubbed his head against Chu Qin's shoulder, fumbled with his hands under the bed for a moment, grabbed one of Chu Qin's hands, and sniffed on the pillow with his face sideways, the faint smell of lime, yes Chu Qin's usual shampoo. The warm body and the familiar smell make people who haven't slept well for a few nights, like a nesting chick, sleep very sweetly.
The next day, Zhong Yibin began to learn to cook breakfast. Chu Qinli instructed in front of the kitchen door, frying two eggs and sausages, and heating a pot of milk. After smashing three eggs and frying an egg, it was made smoothly.
The morning sun shines on the log table through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the blue plaid tablecloth is soft in tone, and the lemonade in the glass open-top bottle glows with crystal light, which looks quiet and beautiful. Chu Qin forked a piece of fried egg and put it to his mouth. Under the gaze of a pair of eyes waiting for praise, he felt a lot of pressure and put a piece into his mouth...
"The frying is good, and the heat is just right, but the salt is a bit salty, and it's not delicious to fry eggs. Go to the supermarket to buy some snowflake salt another day." Chu Qin said without changing his expression.
Zhong Yibin tasted it himself, it was so salty! Quickly took a sip of water. Just as he was about to say something, Chu Qin's cell phone rang.
Chu Qin motioned him to eat quickly, and picked up his mobile phone, it was the call from the director of the program.
"Today?" Chu Qin glanced at Zhong Yibin opposite and hesitated, "I may have to rest this week."
"Just make up a few shots, otherwise this episode won't be broadcast." The director watched the video over there and sighed.
The episode that I was looking for money to replace last week should be broadcast in the next episode, but the content of the program involves the promotion of a movie, and the movie will be released this week. The film crew found the high-level executives of Shengshi and tried their best to put this episode on the air this week. As a result, the time of the two previous episodes recorded by Chu Qin did not match.
Because the program will involve some time-related sentences, such as "It's the Army Day", "Today is the birthday of XX senior", etc., it is necessary to re-record a few scenes.
The show "Kissing Hodgepodge" was created by Chu Qin, and it was about to be in its eighth year. He attached more importance to this show than anyone else. It is necessary to make up the scene, otherwise the two episodes will not be able to be broadcast, so Chu Qin should go and make an appointment to go there at two o'clock in the afternoon.
The program team on Shengshi TV breathed a sigh of relief, because there were particularly interesting scenes near these lines, and they were really reluctant to cut them. But Chu Qin couldn't record the show this week, which made them very melancholy. The program's chief planner, Teacher Liang, tugged at his hair, sighed, and went to the next studio.
Qian Liang was in the stand next door, and his own talk show was going to be recorded this afternoon. When he saw Teacher Liang coming over, he got up and said hello. Teacher Liang is a little old man with sparse hair. Although he looks old-fashioned, his creativity is not inferior to that of young people, and he has a great position in the stage.
"Little Qian, over the hodgepodge, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you this week." Teacher Liang felt a little embarrassed.
Qianliang had a bitter face, took out his mobile phone, opened Weibo, and handed it to Teacher Liang: "Look, I'm almost scolded on the Internet."
The Weibo interface is the official Weibo of "Kiss Hodgepodge". Mr. Liang spent a day on it yesterday, and of course he knows what netizens are talking about. It is exaggerated to say that it is scolding, that is, all kinds of ridicule of money and grain.
Because Qianliang came from a national TV station, he always looked serious. Although his talk show was also entertaining, it was more literary and humorous, which was different from Chu Qin's hilarious show. The audience couldn't accept it for a while, and they compared Chu Qin with him, saying that Qian Liang died in a fish-eye coffin, and all kinds of screens wanted Chu Qin to come back.
"But this time, Mu Chen is invited. You know his schedule. It's good to be able to make up a day. It's impossible to wait until Chu Qin returns to work." Teacher Liang is also in a dilemma. You can't let the movie stars wait.
"What happened to Chu Qin?" On the other side of the studio, several staff members gathered together and whispered.
"There was an accident and I was hospitalized." The field manager of the hodgepodge show sighed.
"Hey, I heard that it was because Chu Qin and President Zhong were unclear and were taught a lesson," someone secretly said, "Is it true?"
The makeup artist next door opened the door, and Chen Jiming, the host of a new show who was sitting inside, heard these words clearly.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
"Dispel rumors must be seriously refuted"
Reporter A: I heard that the relationship between the two of you is unclear.
Two cakes: nonsense, all rumors
Reporter B: So what is the real situation
Two cakes: a particularly clear relationship between husband and wife
Reporters: …