His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 1492

After the door was closed, the assistant walked up to Tang Yi, bowed his body slightly, and said, "Mr. Tang, this Cang Lan imitated Missy's strategy, and now something is wrong, but there is nothing she can do. She has been in this business for so long, and she actually There’s no solution in place either, it’s just amateurish.”

Tang Yi threw away the information in his hand, and frowned slightly: "It's not enough to succeed, it's more than failure!"

"Missy's side, I think, is gradually improving."

"Let's take a look first before we talk." Tang Yi ordered and went to rest.

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At the same time, Qian Miao was still in a meeting.

In addition to her and Black Chicken, there were two anchors and a senior director who had just arrived at the meeting.

The theme of the meeting was that Cui Jinghuan came here to film a variety show.

The meeting lasted for two hours, and matters large and small were determined.

They finally decided to use the live broadcast method to shoot this variety show, without recording and broadcasting, so as to save time and cost to the greatest extent. The current live broadcast is the warm-up link of the show, and the two will eventually merge into one.

After the meeting ended, Qian Miao asked the two anchors to continue the work of the live broadcast, and stayed in the conference room to watch the situation on the Internet. He only wanted to watch it for a while before going out, but unexpectedly, he became fascinated by watching and sat there without getting up.

After these few days of live broadcasting, the popularity of Das Hotel has risen to the level she wanted, and people's attitudes towards Das Hotel have also begun to change.

There is even a group of forces dedicated to combating "feudal superstition".

Everything happened within the range she expected.

Back on WeChat, she saw Cang Zeyue's message.

It's about investigating the Yihe Building.

After watching for a while, when she saw Bai Mucheng announcing his opposition to the Cang family, her heart shivered.

Why, one can imagine.

Because she meddled.

As for the secret of the Yihe Building, there is no clue yet.

For the time being, Heiji couldn't find out whether Bai Mucheng had participated in Wei Wu's affairs in the past.

At this time, a cup of hot milk was placed next to her.

On the hand holding the cup, the ring finger wears the same wedding ring as hers.

Startled, she looked up, her face beaming with joy.

I was so focused just now that I didn't smell his scent.

Feng Xian bent down to look at her, pretending to be displeased: "It's so late, and you still work, be careful to burn yourself out."

Seeing him, Qian Miao felt that the busy day was gone, her body became limp and unsupported, her hands wrapped around his neck like octopus claws, she leaned her face against him, and squinted her eyes comfortably.

The familiar smell on him reassured her.

"I want to sleep," she murmured.

When I saw him, I was sleepy.

Feng Xian laughed, sat down, put her on his lap and hugged her.

"I heard from Lu Ran that you haven't rested all day, and you don't drink an extra sip of water?"

"Forget it," she said.

He picked up the milk and handed it to her mouth, and said softly: "Drink a little, and I will sleep well in a while."

She frowned: "I don't like milk."

"This is yogurt."

She listened, lowered her head and took a sip, not sour at all.

"You lied to me."

She almost suspected that there was something wrong with her sense of smell, and she couldn't smell it just now.

There was a successful smile on Feng Xian's mouth, without saying anything, he drank half of it first, and then handed it to her mouth: "Can you finish it for me?"

Qian Miao seemed to be sucked in by the starlight in his black eyes, her heart fluttered slightly, and she couldn't help but obeyed.

Miraculously, the milk he drank seemed to taste a little better.

"Is everything over there done with you?"