But that day, Li Jingchen didn't come.
He didn't come home for several days after that.
Later, Song Qingyue caught a cold and Li needed to go on a business trip for an important project. Zhou Man asked Li Jingchen to go back to his old house... Mr. Li had many things to do, and everything was more important than taking wedding photos with her, so the matter naturally dropped.
However, what does the matter of 'Su Yao' have to do with her, Su Shengsheng? The most important thing for her now is to put down her irrational emotions and guard the door of the conference room.
The wind from the window stung her eyes. Su Shengsheng rubbed the red corners of her eyes.
Facing the transparent glass, he simply arranged his clothes.
"If our drama can be overseen by Qu, it will definitely be a hit."
"Director Zhao is overly praised. I just have more experience. Whether I can succeed or not depends on luck."
"Mr. Qu is so humble..."
After a few polite greetings came from behind, Su Shengsheng's pupils suddenly lit up, she turned around quickly, gathered her energy and walked over.
Qu Yisong is probably in his early forties, wearing a black suit. He has the elegance of a scholarly family, and he speaks with a touch of easygoingness.
Although I only worked with Li for a short period of time, for the convenience of communication and out of respect for this well-known producer, there was an office specially prepared for him in Li's building.
Seeing him finishing greetings with others and walking towards the office with his assistant, Su Shengsheng immediately spoke,
"Hello, Mr. Qu, I have several designs for the costumes for this film and television project. I hope you can take a look."
People like Qu Yisong have a lot of business on their hands and are busy at work. She didn't waste time with polite greetings and went straight to the point.
"Miss, we are already in contact with a clothing company for clothing cooperation in film and television projects."
The tall female assistant politely and distantly stretched out her hand to separate Su Shengsheng, but Qu Yisong did not stop or even look at her the whole time.
"I am an employee of Soft. The flaws in the previous design drafts have been corrected. I believe Mr. Qu will be satisfied with this version." Su Shengsheng followed them towards the elevator.
"If it's Soft's design, you can go back and notify the costume team. You'll have enough time." Qu Yisong looked away, his voice gentle with a hint of impatience.
Seeing him stepping into the elevator, Su Shengsheng tightened her fingers and jammed the elevator door just as it was about to close.
"Soft still has time, but I don't." Su Shengsheng was in the middle of the elevator door, her eyes blazing, "You know better than me the importance of appropriate clothing for film and television works. If my manuscript goes through the process at Soft, even if I leave it again It won’t be in front of you in ten years. But I can guarantee that if you watch it, you won’t feel like it’s a waste of time.”
She breathed a sigh of relief, "Missing this design draft will be a loss for you and me."
"You're not old, your tone is not young." Qu Yisong finally raised his head and glanced at Su Shengsheng. The woman was dressed in a small white suit, standing against the light. Her skin was white, her eyes were shining, and her figure was better than that of several female stars he had dealt with. Quite a few,
As he lowered his eyes, an almost undetectable surprise flashed across the corner of his eyes. He stretched out his hand, "Let me take a look."
"Thank you, Mr. Qu." Su Shengsheng raised her voice and handed over the design draft with a smile.
Qu Yisong was stunned for a moment when he saw the first article. When he turned to the costume for the main scene where the heroine was confessed, he could no longer suppress the raised corners of his lips.
He glanced at Su Shengsheng dubiously, "Is this your design?"
"If it's fake, it will be replaced." Su Shengsheng was very confident in her own strength, so she was not modest.
Qu Yisong's chest rose and fell, and his smile spread completely. "As expected, he is said by the media to be the only designer who can rival S. He is indeed a genius."
"Do you know me?" Su Shengsheng asked.
"I have watched that live broadcast," Qu Yisong answered calmly, "But at the time I thought you had hit it by mistake, but I didn't expect you did have some ability."
He strode out of the elevator with the design draft in hand, and sat down on a sofa in the nearby corridor. He looked at the draft carefully, and his hanging heart finally fell to the ground.
The designs of the clothing companies that previously undertook film and television projects were too stereotyped, so he chose soft, but he never received a satisfactory proposal and almost thought that he would open a skylight.
"Okay, very good." Qu Yisong nodded. After confirming the manuscript again, he closed it with satisfaction and handed it to his assistant. "You go and scan a few copies and go through the follow-up process."
The assistant frowned slightly and looked at Su Shengsheng with some sympathy.
"Is there any problem?" Qu Yisong narrowed his eyes when she didn't answer.
The assistant immediately stretched out his hand and said, "No problem, Mr. Qu."
After looking at Su Shengsheng a few more times, he pursed his lips and turned to leave.
When Qu Yisong saw her leaving, his eyes fell on the woman in the white suit again.
Under Li's white fluorescent light, Su Shengsheng's side face has smooth lines, the handsome nose bridge and the small and straight tip of the nose complement each other. The tail of the eyes is raised, the apricot eyes are misty, and the long eyelashes are gently fanned like a small fan, which is both beautiful and glamorous. Sexy and pure and cute.
He lowered his eyes to avoid greed, then raised his eyes again with a gentle and elegant look, "Miss Su, your design draft is indeed amazing, but in order to match the plot, there are some small details that need to be discussed."
Su Shengsheng nodded, "Okay."
Qu Yisong stood up and said, "Come to the small conference room with me."
He had Feng Qingmingyue's soothing temperament. Su Shengsheng had no doubt that he was there and stepped up to follow him.
"Mr. Qu is good."
Assistant Qin came out of the printing room and met the two of them head-on. He greeted them politely, then lowered his head and continued to look at the materials in his hand.
The moment they passed each other, he looked back and said, "Su..."
Miss Su?
Seeing the direction the two were going, he slapped his forehead and said, "It's broken!"
He immediately reached out to greet a clerk from the president's office, "Xiao Wang, in two minutes, go to the innermost conference room to call Mr. Qu. The innermost conference room has no windows or surveillance. If he is not in it, forget it. If he is, Inside, you can just find any reason to call him out and hold him for fifteen minutes, be natural and don't let him feel anything unusual."
Xiao Wang was a newcomer. He was very smart and responded immediately without asking any questions. "Okay, Special Assistant Qin."
After giving instructions, he hesitated again and walked towards the president's office.
Dong dong dong——
He knocked carefully.
The office was quiet for a long time before I heard Mr. Li say calmly, "Come in."
As soon as Assistant Qin walked in, the expression on his face could hardly be maintained. There were broken glass on the ground, which was obviously the wedding photo frame that Mr. Li cherished.
The corners of the boss' eyes were slightly red, and two band-aids were casually wrapped around his fingertips. His face was a bit gloomier than before.
Assistant Qin suddenly couldn't say what he wanted to say, so he changed to, "Let me clean up the floor for you."
"No, let's talk." Li Jingchen raised his eyes, his eyes full of depression.
Seeing that he couldn't be fooled, Assistant Qin took a deep breath.
"Mr. Qu seems to have taken Miss Su Shengsheng to the small conference room at the end."
