Good Morning, Mr. President!

Have you ever really fallen in love with someone? Not only with your heart, but with your breath, with your internal organs, and with all your spirit to love him. You think about his hug, longing for his breath, let him exhaust your dignity, torture you with a lot of scars, and you are full of scars.

And I, ever loved.

——Shang Shiyu

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The night of Utah was full of lights, like a layer of gorgeous fog. However, such a night makes people feel a little bit of belonging.

Shang Shiyu had just come out of the platform and was holding bread in the street. Pedestrians who came and went, and she walked side by side with her, and she never looked at them again. I feel a bit like a lone soul living in this city.

When the bread was finished, she sat down on a bench by the street. As soon as he looked up, the most dazzling word of the CBD in the CBD was the "Tang's Group".

This is the landmark of this city. She used to stand there for a whole month under the scorching sun. And the persistence of that month did not force that person to stand up, even if he took a look at himself and said a word.

The pain in the sky struck my heart. She took a deep breath and removed the stinging eyes from the words 'Tang's Group', with a self-mockery smile on her lips.

With him, and then separated, several years later, she learned that he turned out to be the famous Tang group.

It is a dazzling and too difficult for ordinary people to exist.

However, she quit her job in another city and came here alone. Just because he might be closer to him.

But what is that person doing now?

He, do you remember her?

I can't think about it any more, and my heart hurts.

At this moment, the cell phone suddenly sounded. Shang Shiyu returned from the trance and answered the phone. She felt saved.

"I have an important task for you tomorrow." Li Qing, who was talking there, was the leader of their column group. Shang Shiyu stood up and walked into the crowd. She likes to talk about work and is busy.

"Tomorrow, our boss will come to Taiwan to prepare for the cooperation between the film studio and Taiwan. Our column team will send you for an interview. For entertainment manuscripts, please pay special attention to it. Don't make it look like social news tedious."

"it is good."

"You sort out the interview earlier tonight, I'll take a look."

"I'll do it when I go back. I'll send you your email at night."

"Well, hurry up."

That night, when Shang Shiyu returned home, he turned on the computer and started to write interview manuscripts. The entertainment version is not the same as social news. No one in the entertainment version is too concerned about personnel changes. The audience talks about entertainment gossip.

This interview draft was taken very seriously by the group. Shang Shiyu went back and forth to get into the middle of the night, and he just packed it at 11 o'clock the next day before arriving at the TV station.

There is nothing idle about the work of the TV station. In the past, the column groups were all unkempt, men and women who stayed up late like pandas, and instant noodles and cookies were everywhere. However, when entering the office today, Shang Shiyu felt very wrong. A closer look, only to find that the messy column group was neatly packed today, and the noodle box biscuits were long gone. Usually those female colleagues who are too busy to dress up and dress up today, one by one are also dressed beautifully, and even took pains to put on makeup.

"Is it going to rain?" Shang Shiyu glanced at Ning Mu's face next door and exclaimed: "No, even you are packing yourself."

"How come you are dressed like this?" Ning Mu glanced at her, pinching her white T-shirt, "casual pants, T-shirt, sneakers. Hey, you are so casual."

"Don't you always dress like this?"

"Is it usual today?"

"Is it really going to rain today?" Shang Shiyu glanced out the window. The scorching sun is still poisonous.

"Now the leader of the stage is inspecting each department. We are coming here soon. You quickly change into a formal attire, and you will be over when you are caught."

"I have no clothes."

"The leader came in at that moment, then you crouch down and hide under the table." Ning Mu gave her an idea. Shang Shiyu thinks this method is feasible.

The two were talking, and I saw my colleague Liu Liu running on high heels and rushing in, saying something along the way, "Come here! So handsome! So handsome! Why didn't anyone tell us that our leader is so young and so handsome what!"

She said, immediately opened her makeup bag and put it on the spot.

Ning Mu turned around and Shang Shiyu quietly rolled her eyes. "Fooling again. Who doesn't know that BOSS is a bald old man?"

Yu Shi laughed when he was in business.

Remove the chair under the table and squat.

Immediately after, a footstep came from outside. She was going to look at it secretly, so as not to get the wrong person during the interview.

In fact, there are many speculations behind this media tycoon who owns a TV station, countless newspapers, and film studios. I have never seen him for so many years. Because of such high achievements, everyone instinctively thought that the BOSS was over six years old. In their guess, the other person should be a thin old man with a big belly, white hair and even balding.

"This is our President Tang." Just as she was thinking wildly, the director's voice sounded.

Shang Shiyu heard the sound of breathing down.

Ning Mu's hand, twirled excitedly on her shoulder, her voice was low: "I ... I regret it."

"What?" Shang Shiyu was struck by her shoulders and failed to reach out her head. She only raised her head, and curiously looked at Ning Mu's face. From the side, she could see the excitement on her face.

"I should roll out my Chanel skirt and put it on!" She was annoyed and remorseful.

Shang Shiyu: "..."

If she remembered correctly, the dress Ning Mu bought with a few months' salary was an evening dress.

"Hello everyone, my name is Tang Wei. It's been a long time, and today I met you for the first time, I'm sorry."

Just then, a familiar voice sounded in my ear.

The voice was gentle, clear, gentleman, and polite.

Shang Shiyu squatted there, only feeling instantaneous hypoxia, and her head buzzed. He was stiff like a stone.

The sound ...

Obviously so close, but she felt from the distant abyss. Pulling her nerves, tearing her heart cruelly.

I used to think that the sound was so familiar that I would never forget it for a lifetime, but now it sounds strange.

As if in the next generation.

"The sound is also super nice! Shiyu, you listen!" Ning Mu's excited voice sounded again.

Shang Shiyu's shoulder was hurt by her fingers.

She grabbed Ning Mu's hand, shook it, and stood up.