"Qiao Wan! My trip is not over yet, and you have already started my own show. Your ambition is too great!"
Ye Sheng's strange rebuke rang in Qiao Wan's ears, "You know, I've been waiting for Song Jinnan's interview for three months!"
Qiao Wan took a breath.
Song Jinnan's exclusive interview had just ended, and Ye Sheng, who was far abroad, found out!
Ye Sheng is the first sister in the group. As a newcomer, she doesn't dare to offend this great master!
"Anchor Ye, your "Business Interview" gems come first. I am a newcomer. I don't have enough interview experience and I don't have an audience base. If Director Liu hadn't pressured me, I wouldn't have done the exclusive interview with Song Jinnan." She explained slowly.
Ye Sheng on the other end of the phone sneered: "Director Liu forced you with a knife?"
"I'm sorry, Anchor Ye, there's a call coming in. I won't talk to you for now, bye." Qiao Wan knew that Ye Sheng was a master who didn't forgive easily, and there was no point in talking about it any longer, so she hurriedly lied and ended the call.
Just as he was about to return to the studio, the call rang again.
Qiao Wan glanced at it and hurriedly answered.
It's Director Zhao of "Business Interview".
Director Zhao said that the interview with Song Jinnan still needs to be shot a few more scenes, and she will also go to the Song family with the program team.
Going to see Song Jinnan was something she wanted to do, and she agreed without even thinking about it.
After getting into the interview car of the TV station, she touched up her makeup in front of the makeup mirror.
There are more than a dozen wealthy families in Jiangcheng, but the ones at the top of the pyramid are the Song family and the Ye family.
Although Song Jinnan is the youngest son of Mr. Song, his status in the Song family has risen sharply in the past two years, and he has become an out-and-out powerful figure.
Mr. Song fell into the reputation of being a romantic when he was young. The Song family has four sons. Except for the eldest son who died young and the second son who settled in China, the third son and the youngest Song Jinnan of the Song family are among the flowers. A disinterested master.
As the direct grandson of the eldest son, Song Jing has nothing to do with Fengliu, and can only be described as despicable and despicable.
Qiao Wan knew very well that for a man like Song Jinnan, who was born without being trapped by material things, ordinary women would never be able to enter his heart.
Even if she slept with Song Jinnan easily, she still had a long way to go to make Song Jinnan's eyes stay on her and his heart be soft for her.
Fortunately, the two of them had already had skin-to-skin contact, and there was a lot of ambiguity when they met alone.
This is Qiao Wan's second visit to the Song family.
The last time was two years ago.
In just two years, things have changed a lot, things have changed and people have changed.
As soon as the car Qiao Wan and her colleagues were in parked, a tall woman came up to them.
The woman is in her late twenties, with delicate facial features, slightly plump lips, and waist-length black curly hair scattered behind her head, sexy and charming.
Director Zhao immediately greeted the woman with a smile: "It's really hard to bother Secretary Jiang to greet us personally."
"This is Mr. Song's arrangement. Everyone, please—" Jiang Weishu was polite and distant, and made an invitation gesture to them, his cold eyes sweeping over Qiao Wan.
Just in the car, Qiao Wan heard the driver and cameraman talking about Jiang Weishu, a top student at Peking University who gave up his high-paying job in Beijing six years ago to join the Song family in Jiangcheng and became Song Jinnan's most powerful arm.
It was obvious that Jiang Weishu was first-rate in doing things, but what they talked about the most was the scandal between Jiang Weishu and Song Jinnan.
The driver said that Jiang Weishu was Song Jinnan's secretary on the surface, but was actually his confidant and lover, and would become the legitimate Mrs. Song in the future.
The cameraman said that Jiang Weishu was just Song Jinnan's bed-warming tool. When Song Jinnan truly took control of the Song family, he would kick Jiang Weishu out.
Qiao Wan wanted to know what kind of woman could accompany Song Jinnan for six years. When she went upstairs, she couldn't help but take a few more glances at Jiang Weishu.
Jiang Weishu looked cold and silently flipped through his phone.
Qiao Wan saw Song Jinnan again two minutes later. At this time, Jiang Weishu suddenly became enthusiastic and took the initiative to serve them tea and water, with a smile on his lips.
Song Jinnan put down the document he was reviewing and stood up to chat with Director Zhao. Director Zhao apologized guiltily, "I'm really sorry, because we made a mistake in our work and wasted Mr. Song's precious time."
"It doesn't matter." Song Jinnan's voice was low, and his eyes passed through the crowd and landed on Qiao Wan, who was the farthest away from him. "We meet again, Anchor Qiao."
Qiao Wan showed her face and smiled appropriately, "We meet again, Mr. Song."
The missed scenes originally required Song Jinnan to go to the studio to record, but Song Jinnan said on the phone that he didn't have time, so they had to come to Song's.
When the photographer was looking for a camera location, Song Jinnan had just taken the Bluetooth microphone handed over by Director Zhao, and glanced at Qiao Wan with a half-smile, "Anchor Qiao, help me plug it in."
"Okay." Qiao Wan agreed readily and walked towards Song Jinnan with a smile.
At this time, Jiang Weishu reached out to Song Jinnan and said, "President Song, I'll do it."
Song Jinnan's brows furrowed slightly, and Jiang Weishu immediately stepped back in understanding, and said in a low voice, "Then there will be anchor Lao Qiao."
Under Jiang Weishu's hostile gaze, Qiao Wan took the small microphone from Song Jinnan's hand and gently stuck it on the collar of his shirt.
Their clothes touched each other, and the faint scent of sandalwood lingered in Qiao Wan's nose.
Colleagues at the TV station were making preparations for recording, and Qiao Wan enjoyed the interaction with Song Jinnan.
"I feel a little uncomfortable. Could you please anchor Qiao to move to the right?" Song Jinnan raised his neck, his voice filled with sultry sexiness.
Qiao Wan did as he was told. After moving the microphone, his index finger deliberately slid along Song Jinnan's Adam's apple.
Song Jinnan's eyes suddenly became hot, and a meaningful smile hung on the corner of his lips: "Anchor Qiao is interested."
The ambiguous interaction between the two lasted less than ten seconds, and was all seen by Jiang Weishu on the side.
Because there were only a few additional interview clips shot, it was over in ten minutes.
Jiang Weishu personally escorted Qiao Wan and the others downstairs, still acting in a proud and aloof manner.
As the interview car drove out of the parking lot, Qiao Wan said she had left her handbag in Song Jinnan's office, got out of the car and walked back to the Song family.
Qiao Wan knew that without a referral and a pass card, she couldn't even get into Song's elevator room, so she dialed Song Jinnan's number immediately.
She found the number online last night. This was her first phone call with Song Jinnan, so she was a little nervous.
She thought that calling such a public mobile phone number would be forwarded to the secretary desk, but unexpectedly, the deep and sultry man's voice soon came to her ears, "I am Song Jinnan——"
"Mr. Song, I left my handbag in your office." Qiao Wan also wanted to know Song Jinnan's attitude towards her, with a probing tone in her tone.
If Song Jinnan asked her subordinates to send it over, she would be in trouble.
if--
Song Jinnan over there was stunned for a moment, and said in a faint voice, "I will say hello to the front desk. You can go directly to my office by entering the exclusive elevator No. 2."
"Thank you, Mr. Song." Qiao Wan's face showed a smile that was sure to win.
