The purpose of Fu Yuan'er's visit to Yan Yan was to ask her to introduce a big anchor to sell peaches in the live broadcast room.
There is no problem with Yan Yan. She does have personal relationships with many well-known anchors. When necessary, she can also help sell goods in the live broadcast room.
However, she felt, "Is selling goods in the live broadcast room what Cheng Zitong wants?"
Fu Yuan'er was stunned when asked.
Cheng Zitong immediately replied: "Of course, expanding the popularity is necessary for any product!"
Yan Yan nodded, "I'll make arrangements."
At this time, Dad Yan came back from fishing.
Fu Yuan'er pushed Cheng Zitong out to play chess with Yan's father so that she and Yan Yan could have some private conversations.
"You look good lately." Yan Yan hugged a pillow and rested her chin on the edge of the pillow.
The white fabric of the pillow made her skin color even whiter, and her long black hair lay lazily on her shoulders. As long as she didn't move, she looked like an oil painting.
"Are you envious of my complexion? I'm also envious of your beauty." Fu Yuan'er pursed her lips.
She told Yan Yan her innermost feelings, "I find myself in a strange psychology. If Cheng Zitong talks to a beautiful girl, I will feel anxious about my appearance."
She always thinks that if she could be as beautiful as Yan Yan, she wouldn't worry about beautiful girls approaching him.
Yan Yan couldn't help but laugh: "First of all, I want to tell you that your appearance is also very good. Second, you are finished, you are trapped."
Fu Yuan'er knew that she was trapped, but she didn't want to get out.
"Don't try to wake me up. I'm enjoying the feeling now." She smiled.
In fact, Yan Yan also wanted to tell her that in the world of love, appearance is not the first priority...
For example, Cheng Yiming will be fascinated by her face, but fascination does not mean love...
"Let's go back to the topic just now," Fu Yuan'er returned to the topic, "Why do you say selling goods in the live broadcast room is not what Cheng Yiming wants?"
"Intuitively, he is not a retailer, but a brand founder." Yan Yan shrugged.
He is the one who creates the game, not just follows the rules.
Yan Yan is right.
Fu Yuan'er was too impatient just now.
Suddenly, her phone rang. It was Lucy.
"Editor Fu, Editor Qu had a car accident, come to the hospital quickly..."
Fu Yuan'er rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.
Outside the emergency room, Lucy was the only one waiting.
"What's going on?" Fu Yuan'er asked.
The matter was not complicated. Editor-in-chief Qu took Lucy to the factory for an interview. On the way back, they passed a fork in the road and a large truck suddenly rushed out.
In order to avoid the large truck, Editor Qu hit a nearby tree and the driver's seat was seriously damaged, so Editor Qu was injured.
Lucy was sitting in the passenger seat and was just a little frightened.
"How is Editor-in-Chief Qu injured?" she asked Lucy.
"The injury is not serious, but a month's leave is inevitable." Chief Editor Qu's voice sounded.
The two of them looked back and saw Editor Qu coming out in a wheelchair.
Her left leg was in a cast from ankle to knee, and there were abrasions on her arms and cheeks.
"Editor-in-Chief Qu!" Fu Yuan'er felt a little sad to see her like this.
"I'm fine, it's just a fracture," Editor-in-Chief Qu comforted her. "The doctor said, take a good rest for three months, and you'll be no different from a normal person."
"The patient will remain in the hospital for observation for a week." The doctor came out and said, "The family members will go through the hospitalization procedures."
Lucy went to complete the procedures, and Fu Yuan'er pushed Editor Qu to the ward.
"You have a good rest," Fu Yuan'er helped Editor Qu to the bed and said, "Just tell me if you need anything."
"I asked my mother to rush over," she replied, "Don't be busy, go back and rest early."
"Why are you being polite to me?"
"I'm really not polite to you," Editor Qu smiled, "I asked you to go back and rest so that you can better take over my work tomorrow."
"Take over your job?" Fu Yuan'er was a little surprised at first, but then she suddenly understood.
Editor-in-chief Qu has been unable to work for three months, so she can't take on the newspaper's work!
"You can rest assured and recover, and don't worry about the newspaper's affairs!" She assured Editor-in-Chief Qu, "I'm here to guarantee that there won't be any problems!"
"What I want is not that there will be no problems," Editor-in-Chief Qu said with shining eyes, "What I want is to get first place in the competition!"
Fu Yuan'er was stunned. She really forgot that there was a competition!
But if you make a promise, you have to stick to it.
When she returned home, Cheng Zitong was still awake and busy in the study.
Mom walked over quietly and said, "Have you had dinner?"
She shook her head. She originally planned to eat at Yan Yan's house, but was called away by Lucy's phone call midway.
She asked Cheng Zitong to come back first and go to the hospital alone.
"Have Cheng Zi eaten together?" she asked her mother.
Her mother said "hmm", took her to the dining room, and brought her a bowl of hot soup.
"I noticed that you have changed." Her mother suddenly said as she stared at her drinking soup.
"Have I become uglier?" Fu Yuan'er asked.
The mother shook her head: "You don't even care that you haven't eaten. You don't even ask how the child is doing. You care first about whether Cheng Zitong has eaten."
"Does it matter whether he eats or not?"
"Of course it's very important," Fu Yuan'er admitted generously, "If he doesn't eat, how will I be able to eat? If he's not happy, I'll be unhappy too. I've decided that as much time as I have left in my life, I'll spend it all.
Use it to love him!"
Her mother stared at her for a long time and said, "Yuan'er, in fact, it's not like your grandfather didn't do anything right, right?"
Fu Yuan'er sneered, "I should really thank him for not exploiting Cheng Zitong to death."
Fu's mother sighed softly.
She was not excusing Grandpa Fu, but she just didn't want her daughter to have too much hatred in her heart.
"Mom, please stop worrying about me," Fu Yuan'er understood her thoughts, "I don't care about the past. Now I just want to be with Cheng Zi, raise Yu'er well, and then honor you.
"
As she spoke, a flash appeared in the corner of her eye, and there was a figure in the aisle.
Cheng Zitong walked out.
He had already taken a shower, and was wearing blue silk sleepwear. He exuded an inexplicable aura of nobility... Hey, he was originally a man who could be the leader of a family.
"Zitong, come and have a bowl of soup." Fu's mother also filled a bowl for him, put it on the dining table, and then turned around and went back to her room.
Fu's mother asked the nanny to live next door, while she shared a room with Yu'er.
Speaking of caregivers, Fu’s mother is more attentive and professional than a nanny.
"How are things?" Cheng Zi asked.
"Editor-in-Chief Qu has a fracture," she pursed her lips, "leave all the affairs of the newspaper to me, including the media creative publicity competition..."
If she doesn't get first place, even if Editor-in-Chief Qu's leg injury heals, she will probably suffer internal injuries from anger.
"Media Creative Publicity Competition..." Cheng Zitong pondered for a moment, "I know the investors of the competition and can arrange it..."
Fu Yuan'er was stunned, "You want me to go through the back door?"
Cheng Zitong disagreed: "If you don't use this back door, others will come."
From the age of fifteen, when he began to understand the procedures for holding various competitions, he no longer believed in any competitions.
The simulated investment competition that made him famous in college was only won by him after he used technical means to eliminate all possibilities of secret operations.
Fu Yuan'er couldn't help but be speechless. Why did she think what he said made sense?
"What's more, if a husband helps his wife, does that count as using the back door?" he asked, and then drank the tonic soup that had cooled down to just right.
Fu Yuan'er couldn't refute, but she made up her mind and refused to accept it.
"If you really want to help me, let all contestants compete fairly!" After she said that, she pushed away the dishes and went into the house to remove her makeup and take a shower.
Cheng Zitong smiled slightly.
Ten minutes ago, she told Fu's mother that she would love him with all her heart.
But there are actually no shortage of principles that should be adhered to.
He put down the dishes and chopsticks leisurely and returned to the bedroom.
It seemed that she had just entered the bathroom to take a shower, and the sound of water was very low.
He wanted to change into a nightgown, but as soon as he took off his shirt, the bathroom door was suddenly opened, and she jumped out excitedly.
"Cheng Zitong..." She saw something, strong muscles, a strong waist...
She raised her chin and whistled.
Cheng Zitong's hand had already reached the nightgown. Seeing this, he simply retracted his hand, turned towards her and spread his arms.
Invite her to come closer and admire.
Fu Yuan'er stepped forward unceremoniously and pinched his waist twice.
"Are you satisfied?" He raised his thick eyebrows, "You can enjoy it now."
"Save it for next time." She chuckled, "I have more important things to tell you now."
"I've thought of a way to promote your peaches!" She waved her fist excitedly.
Cheng Zitong was amused and sat down on the couch next to him, "What can I do?"
"Media Creative Promotion Contest!"
She thought clearly that since Editor Qu's topic selection had not officially started yet, she could change the topic selection.
If she can sell peaches all over the world, the plan will not only be used in competitions, but it can also help Cheng Zitong solve problems.
"You definitely want to make peach into a brand, right?" She smiled and pursed her lips, "This competition is the best opportunity to launch a new brand."
Cheng Zitong nodded, her idea was good, but, "My brand is a brand new thing. It will be more difficult for you than an already well-known brand."
"I look like someone who is afraid of difficulty?" Who are you looking down on?
Cheng Zitong smiled, and with a hook of his long arm, he pulled her into his arms.
How could he forget that his woman is such a dynamic angel.
"How did you know I wanted a new brand?" he asked.
"Yan Yan reminded me," Fu Yuan'er felt ashamed, "I didn't understand what you wanted."
"You don't need to figure it out," Cheng Zitong stroked her long hair, "I will tell you whatever I want."
"Really?"
"So, don't worry about these little things in the future. Just remember that if you don't give me the antidote for a day, I will not leave you for a day."
"Antidote?"
"If you hadn't given me poison, how could I have been obsessed with you for so long?"
"Then just wait, I will never give you the antidote in this life!"
"my pleasure."
"Hahaha, hey, what are you doing..."
"Tell you what I want."
"Hate!"
The laughter gradually turned into rapid breathing, and tonight was another hot night.
But Fu Yuan'er wouldn't have imagined that her idea would soon be in Yu Sirui's hands.
