Your Most Faithful Companion

Chapter 22

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She stretched out her hand for about ten seconds, and she fell into a slightly cold embrace as she wished, and then her body flew into the air, and her whole body was hugged.

Cen Sen in the eighteen forbidden version in the dream seems to be really gentle.

Ji Mingshu flinched into his arms, and mumbled a reminder, "I'm here as an aunt."

The subtext is that you don't want to do anything in your dream.

Cen Sen didn't know what she was thinking. Hearing that her aunt had come to her in her sleep, her first thought was that it's best not to stain the bed sheets, so she found a blanket from the closet and put it under her.

These days, there may not be many bosses who are as sympathetic to hotel cleaning staff as he is.

After placing Ji Mingshu in place, Cen Sen wanted to get up, but Ji Mingshu was very clingy when he was uncomfortable, and he still hugged his neck and refused to let go. He used some strength to tear off the claws, and barely stuffed them into the bed .

Twenty minutes later, Cen Sen took a shower and went to bed to rest. Ji Mingshu rolled into his arms very quickly as if he had a temperature sensor. Rubbing against his chest, the lips that didn't have much blood color were also pressed against his chest, the temperature was faint.

Cen Sen originally planned to pull her away, but she unconsciously kissed her chest, which was numb and soft.

Cen Sen paused for a moment, and the sympathy he hadn't seen in eight hundred years came back. He lay on his side in her direction, and embraced her in his arms.

A night without dreams.

Early the next morning, Ji Mingshu woke up from the blood flowing into a river. When she saw Cen Sen beside her, she suddenly thought she was in the Mingshui Mansion.

After seeing the hotel decoration clearly, she stretched out a finger and poked Cen Sen again.

— No response, but alive.

Why is he here

Ji Mingshu didn't know that Cen Sen had a social event in the capital last night, and thought he had already left for Star City when he sent the message.

So after she arrived in Star City yesterday, she didn't contact him on purpose, she just didn't want to live with him.

Who knew that he was still haunted, so he ran over again by himself.

After waking up, Ji Mingshu lifted the thin quilt, covered his stomach and carefully moved under the bed.

She didn't want to take care of Cen Sen's sleep quality, it was just because she couldn't make large movements, and if she didn't pay attention, the river of blood beneath her would rush down like a second burst of embankment.

After entering the bathroom and squatting on the toilet, she temporarily entered the safe zone.

She rested her elbows on her knees, her chin in her hands.

After a while, she felt bored again, picked up her phone and looked through it.

There were a lot of unread messages lying on the phone, except for the daily greetings from the real and fake sisters who spend money like water, the little girl Cen Yingshuang who often disappears even sent her a WeChat message.

Cen Yingshuang: [Xiao Shu, did you go to Star City with Asen? Are you going to stay for several months this time?]

Ji Mingshu didn't think much about it, and casually replied with an emoji of "Xiao Wanzi nodding", and then typed: "Yes, it will take a month or two."

After she finished answering, she paused with her fingertips and suddenly remembered something.

Sister-in-law has always been obsessed with experiments, so she has no time to care whether they are in the imperial capital Star City at home or abroad, this news should be asked for the family.

The family was worried... Cen Sen stayed in Star City for too long, what would he have to do with An's family? But didn't An's family go abroad long ago

Ji Mingshu only knew a little about the old affairs of the Cen family. When Cen Yang left when she was a child, she still listened to the adults' tricks into thinking that Cen Yang was simply going abroad to study.

Later, when I grew up, I knew more or less some of the inner cause and effect, but the Cen family kept this matter secret, and outsiders knew only a little.

After a while, Cen Yingshuang sent another message.

This news answered Ji Mingshu's guess.

Cen Yingshuang: [Xiao Shu, you should also know something about the An family. The An family has returned to Star City recently, and the old man is not at ease, so if A Sen has any contact with them, please remember to let me know.]

Anjia returned to Star City? It is understandable for the old man to be worried.

Ji Mingshu thought for a long time, repeatedly typed and deleted repeatedly, and finally sent the word "good".

Just tell your family, it shouldn't matter. And Cen Sen might not necessarily contact An's family, and even if he did, he might not let her know.

After finishing the psychological work of being a little spy for himself, Ji Mingshu finally didn't feel so guilty anymore. She got up, washed her hands, and was about to go back to bed and sleep again.

But as soon as the door was pushed open, she saw Cen Sen standing outside, as if he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door.

Her heart skipped a beat, and the drowsiness of going back to the cage dissipated in an instant.

"You, you're awake."

"What?" Cen Sen looked at her calmly.

"It's nothing." Ji Mingshu got stuck, and asked again, "Um... why are you here? I was shocked when I woke up and saw you."

Cen Sen explained briefly, but of course, Li Wenyin had already been ignored by him.

From what he said, he already knew that he was going to participate in the show? Ji Mingshu took advantage of the situation to change the subject and said, "By the way, I'm going to the TV station to sign a contract this afternoon, so you can lend me the lawyer."

"Well, I'll ask Zhou Jiaheng to arrange it for you."

Ji Mingshu nodded, and turned sideways to make way for Cen Sen.

When Cen Sen went into the bathroom, she kindly helped close the door.

After the door closed, she pulled the doorknob and let out a long sigh of relief.

Xingcheng has always been hotter than Emperor. It is approaching the end of summer, and the high temperature is still nearly 40 degrees in the afternoon. The camphor on the roadside is completely sun-drenched, and the leaves are drooping down. It has become an indispensable part of the lazy city scene in the afternoon. .

Ji Mingshu finished his lunch, took a beauty nap, and after waking up, he dressed up for another two hours before he could reach the standard for going out to meet people.

The driver and the lawyer drowsily woke up and fell asleep in the car. At three o'clock in the afternoon, they finally picked up Ji Mingshu and set off for the Xingcheng Radio and Television Building.

The person in charge of receiving Ji Mingshu was the production assistant of the "Designer" program group. Ji Mingshu was quite unhappy at first, but it was an eye-opener for anyone in this life to dare to take an assistant out to receive her.

But later, she didn't know what to do, so she changed her mind and thought that the assistant should be the assistant. It's not easy for a little girl.

This little assistant has never seen such an amateur with such a big airs, and before he said a few words, he bowed his head several times in his aura before he knew it.

Fortunately, the contract was drawn up by the program team a long time ago, and amateurs are all a template, so she only needs to be responsible for watching people sign.

But Ji Mingshu didn't accept the contract, and only looked at the man sitting on the other sofa, "Lawyer Wang, please take a look."

Assistant: "..."

Also bring your own lawyer, it's absolutely amazing.

The man called Lawyer Wang took the contract and put on his glasses to review it carefully.

"1.12 This article only puts forward privacy restrictions on my client, Ms. Ji, but does not impose privacy restrictions on the program group. I think this is unreasonable."

"The definition of copyright ownership in Article 2.09 is too vague. The copyright of the works designed by my party in the program should be unconditionally owned by my party."

"3.01 The definition of the promotional content of managing my client's social account is too broad, and there is no proper constraint on timeliness, which is very unreasonable."

Lawyer Wang picked out more than a dozen loopholes in one breath, and his words seemed to condemn the lack of rigor in the legal affairs of the program group.

The little assistant was completely dumbfounded.

No, she's not a star, how could an amateur ask so much for a contract on a show? Others signed without even looking at it.

She calmed down and said calmly: "Well, Miss Ji, our contracts here are based on a unified template, and everyone signs it like this, so there will be no problem."

Lawyer Wang: "You are not the person in charge of the program, and your guarantee has no legal effect."

Assistant: "..."

Ji Mingshu had just hypnotized herself to accept the hospitality of an assistant, and turning around, Lawyer Wang picked up so many loopholes in the contract, and her bad temper instantly showed her true colors, "Call your person in charge to come here."

The producer is receiving Li Che, so there's no time for you.

The little assistant silently cursed, standing there motionless.

Ji Mingshu didn't have that much patience, and said while wearing sunglasses, "Since your program team is so insincere, it doesn't matter if you don't sign this contract."

"Wait, Ms. Ji!" Although she is just an amateur, no matter what the contract can't fall into her hands, the little assistant hurriedly apologized, "I'm really sorry, because the contracts issued by us, including celebrities, are also It is all based on the template and some corrections are made, if Miss Ji is not satisfied, I will help you contact the producer now to see if I can make some corresponding adjustments."

This is still like a human saying.

The little assistant asked her to wait, and hurried to another VIP reception room on this floor.

Today Li Che came to record the program. After the program was recorded, he happened to sign a contract with them. At the moment, the producer was personally receiving him, explaining the legal affairs brought to him one by one for the terms of the contract.

When it was almost time to finalize, the little assistant came and knocked on the door.

The producer asked: "What's the matter? Has that Miss Ji already signed it?"

"Ms... Ji brought a lawyer here," the little assistant hesitated, "The lawyer thinks that some terms of the contract are unreasonable and need to be revised."

The producer frowned, exactly as the little assistant thought before: She's not a star, who would want to take advantage of her, and there are so many things to do to be on the show of Xingcheng TV, I really don't know the heights of the heavens and the earth.

The producer has a little friendship with Meng Xiaowei, and originally wanted to ask Meng Xiaowei and Li Che, the screen cp, to stir up the topic.

However, Meng Xiaowei and Li Che have agreed to untie their bonds in private, so it is not suitable for them to record programs together.

A few days ago, Meng Xiaowei strongly recommended Ji Mingshu to the producer. On the one hand, she felt that Ji Mingshu was very suitable for this program, and it would be good to recommend it as a favor; on the other hand, she felt that Ji Mingshu had a good image and temperament. It will be even better if it is combined with fried cp.

The producer also felt that her idea was ok, so he decided on Ji Mingshu and released an initial version of the plan.

But yesterday, the sponsors were very dissatisfied with their plan, and they didn't allow Li Che and Ji Mingshu to fire up the CP together, and didn't allow Ji Mingshu to be the key subject of shooting.

They figured out what the patron's father meant, and felt that the patron's father didn't want other designers to steal the limelight from the two they wanted to promote, and their enthusiasm for Ji Mingshu's side also faded a lot.

Now the producer heard that Ji Mingshu was dissatisfied with the contract, and immediately wanted his assistant to convey the meaning of "If you want to sign or not, if you don't sign, you will leave".

But Li Che suddenly smiled, "Miss Ji? I know her."

He pushed the contract on the table: "Why don't you use my template for Miss Ji as well."