One Can’t Judge by Appearance

Yuan Yi lingered at Yan Xi's house but refused to leave, and finally reluctantly left after having dinner. When he left, he couldn't help thinking, if he and Yan Xiaoxi are now married, then he doesn't need to live separately with her.

Seeing that Yuan Yi was in a good mood, the driver turned on the stereo in the car and played a light and joyful tune to him.

In the dark night, the Chinese lights are brilliant, and a pair of men and women sing love songs happily in the stereo. Yuan Yi suddenly feels that marriage may not be so terrible. If he can live with Yan Xiaoxi for a lifetime, it seems very good.

Yan Xi opened the door of the room and painted. When there was a sound in the corridor, he got up and walked to the door. Song Hai had already reached the corner of the stairs.

"Dad." Stop Song Hai, Yan Xi chased Song Hai, "You go to the sofa and sit for a while, I will bring you dinner."

"I slept for so long," Song Hai yawned, "Don't bother to prepare dinner, I don't want to eat now."

"How can you do without food? You drank so much alcohol at noon, and if you don't eat anything at night, can your stomach stand it?" Yan Xi brought out the cooked porridge from the kitchen and put it in front of Song Hai. "Dad, you The problem of drinking should also be corrected."

"Change, change, change, definitely." Song Hai took a bite of the porridge. The porridge was sweet and refreshing with fruit. "Fruit porridge?"

"Knowing that your appetite will not be too good, I made it specially for you." Yan Xi smiled, "I think you are quite happy at noon today."

"Of course I am happy. Yuan Yi can spend so much time on congratulating me. It shows how important you are in his heart." Song Hai eats fast and eats half a bowl of porridge in a few mouthfuls. "I am most worried about him. Such a wealthy president is not concerned about feelings, and now he can finally rest assured."

"Isn't it because he gave you a diamond watch and did what he wanted?" Yan Xi pointed to the watch with dazzling eyes on his wrist.

"Your dad, I am such a tacky person?" Song Hai's expression was straightforward. "If that's the case, what I am most satisfied with is that he arranges a luxury team to pick me up. "

"Luxury convoy?" Yan Xi was confused, "What luxury convoy?"

"You don't know about this?" Seeing Yan Xi's face full of confusion, Song Hai realized that she didn't know at all. "Just arranged a bunch of limited-level flowers and drove down to my company to pick me up for a banquet."

Yan Xi:...

Just thinking about this kind of scene, Yan Xi felt that she couldn't stand it. How did Yuan Xiaoer, a well-known rich president, come up with these ideas, but her father really took it.

"Forget it, just be happy." Yan Xi accepted her fate. One is her father and the other is her boyfriend. What can she say, of course, can only keep smiling, and then continue to let them have fun.

In this world, it is not easy to be a daughter and a girlfriend.

Back in the room, Yan Xi posted the short sketches on Weibo and clicked on the hot news. He felt that his psychological preparations were all in vain.

What is a crane stabbed with flowers?

Flowers and diamonds spell birthday?

If you don't spell a 囍 character, you can use it as a wedding team.

Yan Xi no longer has the courage to read the comments under the news. Turn off the news page, silently read the comments she just posted, and take a look at the little angels in the comment area to calm her down.

Early the next morning, Yan Xi did not go directly to the TV station, but went to the street with Zhao Peng to randomly interview some children who were going to school, and asked whether their parents love them.

Some of these innocent children are lively in front of the camera, some are shy, but most of them answer love affirmatively.

Of course, some children answered that they did not love, on the grounds that his mother had collected all his New Year's Eve money.

Yan Xi was amused by these childish remarks, but from the words of these children, it can be seen that they were carefully protected and grown up by their parents.

After finishing this interview, Zhao Peng turned off the camera, glanced at the time, and exhaled: "It looks like it is going to snow."

The weather this year is rather weird. In the past, at this time, there had been heavy snowfall. However, apart from a small snowfall this year, I have never seen sleet.

"Hmm." Yan Xi pulled the hat on his head and stamped his feet. "Brother Zhao, let's go back to the stage."

The two of them were so cold that they dared to take off their hats, scarves, and gloves. Zhao Peng said, "These materials we photographed early in the morning are completely opposite to the subject matter we are going to do in this issue. Can they be used?"

"Why can't it be used? I think these materials are very good," Yan Xi felt that the bright smiling faces of these children and the cute troubles are very precious materials. "Parent-child relationship is not only contradictory. On the one hand, it’s nice to be warm and harmonious."

Yan Xi has her own perseverance in making shows. She always feels that blindly criticizing or complimenting is not a good thing. People who are more emotionally sensitive can easily develop empathy when watching TV. For example, some children see that their parents abuse their children in the news, and remember this in their hearts. If one day he makes a mistake and his parents scold him a little, he will imagine himself as the abused child. There will be changes in character and heart, which is not a good thing for children.

When some adults watch the program, if they can realize their mistakes from some parents and change their attitude towards children's education, this will be the biggest gain.

After presiding over the news at noon and eating dinner, Yan Xi dragged Zhao Peng out again. As soon as he went out, Yan Xi couldn't help but retract his head into the scarf. It was too cold.

"Xiaoyan, it's not that Brother Zhao told you. Before you entered the stage, I spent half of the week in the stage blowing the air conditioner. When you came, I would run outside every day, and my skin became dark." Zhao Peng carried the camera into the car, turned his head and said to Yan Xi, "How can you stand this kind of weather?"

"I can't stand it either," Yan Xi's teeth trembled with cold. "It's all for work."

"Didn't the station specially arrange for us this show to arrange location reporters to collect material?" Zhao Peng said in a cold tone when he mentioned the above strategy, "Why don't you think about it, you still have to suffer this crime yourself."

"Some programs are more interesting for me to run the material by myself, but it's trouble to Brother Zhao." Yan Xi smiled brightly at Zhao Peng, "I am used to working with you, and I prefer your shooting angle."

"For the sake of your flattery, I can only accompany you to suffer," Zhao Peng snorted, "Anyway, except for you, other hosts with good looks, don't look down on cooperating with me."

Back then, he accidentally offended a certain big name, and he was sent to the local station in recent years. The people who had "Brother Zhao" and "Ms. Zhao" all ran fast. Like Yan Xi, a young host who has already been mixed into a big show, there must be a lot of people on the station who want to work with her, but when she goes out on the field, she even brings herself with her and presents her younger generation. Posture is nothing more than emphasizing loyalty and affection. Such people are no longer seen in Vanity Fair.

"Who said, our Zhao brother's photography skills are so amazing." Yan Xi praised with a smile, "This can only prove one thing."

"What?" Zhao Peng turned to look at her.

"It means I have a very good vision."

Zhao Peng: "Xiaoyan, your face is getting thicker and thicker."

"This proves my growth."

Zhao Peng:...

I think that when Yan Xi first entered the stage, he was arguing with her about winning or losing. Now he has repeatedly defeated. It can be seen that the host is a hard-working job.

Yan Xi did not directly photograph the left-behind children and children who were victims of domestic violence. Instead, he interviewed these children's neighbours and let the audience understand their current situation from their words.

Most of the comments received by left-behind children are: sensible, able to endure hardships, introverted, serious or mischievous in studying, staying out at night, fighting.

In addition to being sympathetic to the poor or praising them for being sensible, the children who have suffered severe domestic violence even have some anger, such as cowardice, poor grades or bad temper, withdrawn personality, and so on.

Yan Xi contacted a young man who stayed at home and had been abused by relatives. He is only 18 years old this year, but he gave up his studies a few years ago. When Yan Xi found him, he was playing games in the Internet cafe.

This young man with greasy hair and smudges on his coat twisted his face to the camera, until Yan Xi repeatedly promised that he would mosaic his face, and his voice would be altered. He was more comfortable.

Walking out of the Internet cafe, seeing him shivering with cold, Yan Xi found a hot drink shop nearby and sat down to chat with him slowly.

When Yan Xi asked him whether he hated the abuse of his relatives, the young man nodded: "Of course I hate, I even want to go back and beat them, but I don't want to anymore."

"Why?" Yan Xi looked at the big young boy in front of him and pushed the snack in front of him, but the boy was a little shy and was not embarrassed to pick it up and eat.

"I don't want to go back to that place. Now I work outside, I have money to spend, I have the Internet, I have food and drink, and I don't want that broken place for the rest of my life." This kind of courage to hold out, "Besides beating and breaking the law, if I get caught, my mother will cry again."

"Then do you hate your parents?"

The young man was silent for a moment, staring at Yan Xi with black and white eyes: "Hate is not important?"

Yan Xi couldn’t say anything to follow up, so he smiled slightly at him: “Then you can talk to me about something. I just saw you playing a game. I have played this before. It’s a pity that the roadmap in the game is too complicated. It was lost, and then I stopped playing."

Talking about the game he likes, the young man suddenly came to his senses. It seemed that in front of Yan Xi, this young and beautiful woman, he finally had the opportunity to regain his confidence. When talking about it, he regretted that Yan Xi did not continue to play, otherwise he could still be Yan Xi's master.

Yan Xi glanced at the tray of dim sum. The relaxed young man ate half of the dim sum, but most of the rest did not move.

The two talked face-to-face for two or three hours, until it was getting late and Yan Xi stopped the interview.

"Actually, there is nothing to hate or hate. For me, it is not important anymore," the young man suddenly said, "I don't have much feelings with my parents. They don't want to care about me, and I don't want to bother them. Usually no one bothers them. I am also quite at ease."

Hearing these nonchalant words, Yan Xi felt a little uncomfortable. She looked at the rough hands of the young man: "Have you ever thought about going back to school?"

"I never thought that those who read books are nerds," the young man grinned. "Maybe I will become a millionaire in the future, and I can still get those highly talented nerd students to work for me."

Zhao Peng, who was filming on the side, thought to himself that one million people wanted to get talented students to work, and this kid was too good to think.

However, for this young man, perhaps one million is a huge sum of money, and he can only see so far, which is not his fault.

When leaving the hot drink shop, Yan Xi bought another snack for the young man.

"Thank you." The young man said to Yan Xi, carrying the snack box, "You are different from the host I imagined."

"What is the host in your imagination?" Yan Xi covered most of her face with a scarf because it was too cold.

"Be serious, don't laugh." The young man scratched his hair. "Can you tell me in advance when the show is on? How do you say it? I'm on TV."

"Okay." Yan Xi nodded, "I will ask the staff to text you when the time comes."

The young man thanked again, then tightened the zipper of his jacket and walked away slowly in the cold wind.

Yan Xi stared at him for a while, until his figure disappeared at the corner of the street, and then turned into the car.

"I thought you would stuff money for that young man." Zhao Peng said.

"Inappropriate." Yan Xi shook his head, "If I give him money, it might be a humiliation to him."

"Tsk." Zhao Peng shook his head, "When I see more interviewees in the future, my heart will gradually harden."

Yan Xi smiled but didn't answer. Who can guarantee the future.

It took a few days for Yan Xi to collect all the materials. This program is expected to be broadcast on Wednesday night next week. Yan Xi asked the staff to send text messages to the main interviewees and tell them the broadcast time.

After she finally finished her work, she played with Yuan Yi for two days on the weekend, and then ushered in the mobile game press conference developed by Yuan Yi.

As Yuan Yi's girlfriend, Yan Xi still dressed up and sat on the VIP table with Yuan Yi.

"The on-site host you invited has a pretty good response ability," Yan Xi whispered to Yuan Yi, "very active."

Yuan Yi is dressed in a tailored suit and sits upright. He is like a mall elite. He is not an elite at all without saying anything: "So his appearance fee is very high."

This game is adapted from traditional stories and myths and legends that have been passed down for thousands of years. There are many compliments in terms of character modeling and playability. Most importantly, Yan Xi found that when the game was being promoted, it was still under the banner of the local traditional culture, and the feelings were also there.

As a layman, Yan Xi doesn't know how to make games, but the media promotion is not over yet. She, who loves to play games without problems, is already full of curiosity about this game, which is enough to prove the success of this promotion.

But for the media, the game is very fun, and the rich gossip is also very interesting.

For example, at such an important publicity meeting, Yuan Yi openly took his girlfriend to sit on the main seat. Does it mean that the wedding date of the two is approaching, and Yan Xi is Hengtai's nailed proprietress?