The president of the rebirth of the movie queen lives next door

Chapter 160 Weekly Diary
CEO's office.

That thick document was placed on the table and had been read many times.

The man didn't say a word after he came out of Cheng Zhai, and he was standing in front of the French window at the moment, wondering what he was thinking.

He still looks calm, but if you look closely, you can find the extremely tight fleshy lines under the shirt.

Secretary Liu stepped forward despite the tense atmosphere in the room, and said cautiously,
"boss?"

"Handwriting."

The man spoke, with a hoarse voice.

His eyes were unfocused and he seemed to be in a trance, but the slow pace of every word and sentence was full of bewildered solemnity and dangerous depression,

"A person's habits can be imitated, it can be a coincidence, but handwriting can be identified."

Secretary Liu was stunned for a moment, then bowed his head silently,
"Got it, boss."

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"Write a weekly diary?!" Ms. Shen's eyes widened and she almost poked the straw into her nose.
"I'm not a primary school student, why do I have to write a weekly diary?"

Uncle Mao on the opposite side looked helpless,
"This is a new rule of the company. All artists have to write it. It is said that it is to understand the latest situation of the artists they care about, so everyone must write a full sheet of paper."

Miss Shen let out a haha,
"I'm already busy enough, okay? Why do you still spend time on unnecessary things?" Then she rolled her eyes, lay down on the table and smiled obsequiously at the manager,
"Uncle Mao, why don't you write for me?"

The manager shook his head righteously,

"It's said above that once the agent or assistant is found to write for you, the bonus will be deducted immediately," the uncle agent then smiled at Ms. Shen,
"Pianqi, look at Uncle Mao, I still have to support my family and my daughter, so you can take pity on me and write obediently? How about it?"

Shen Pianling bit the straw, feeling very depressed.

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That night, Miss Shen rolled around on the bed for a long time biting the pen holder, and finally squeezed out [-] words like used up toothpaste.

She looked at the journals on the A4 paper and sighed.

"I'm old and I can't even write essays."

Ms. Shen flicked the paper and said to herself,

"Whatever, if it's an elementary school student's composition, the girl may win by the number of words."

She casually threw aside the flamboyant and phoenix weekly diary, and Miss Shen quickly turned off the lights and went to sleep heartlessly.

And next door to her, Cheng Zhiyuan sat on the balcony in the night, staring at the extinguished lights beside him motionlessly, like a sculpture that blended with the shadows.

In the distance was the feasting lights of the city, and he looked at the dark balcony next door, as if he was looking at a fragile and beautiful dream. The suppressed longing and fear under his calm face were like the rising and falling tides in the dark night.

The cool night breeze passed by the man, then passed through the flower branches on the terrace, got into the open window next door, and brushed against the girl's sleeping face.

Probably still having a sweet dream, she smacked her lips heartlessly.

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After filming her part the next day, Shen Pianlu made a detour back to the company to hand in the diary before returning home.

As soon as Uncle Mao drove away, a black Jaguar drove up steadily, passed in front of her, and stopped in the parking space.

The face that flashed by the driver's window just now seems a little familiar?
Miss Shen tilted her head while walking with her bag on her back.

Then she saw the driver's door open, and a person who shouldn't be here got out of the car with long legs, took off his suit jacket and locked the car casually, his straight back showing sharpness as he walked casually And the imposing manner.

Shen Pianlu just stared at her immediate boss walking over with long legs, and then raised her head to glance at her suddenly froze eyes.

The air was suddenly quiet.

It took a long time for Shen Pianyi to find her breath in the increasingly strange atmosphere, slowly raised her hands and smiled dryly,
"Hi! What a coincidence."

　The first thing I did when I first got a call was to delete the advertisement!
　　It can be said to be very heartbroken...

　　It’s a bit early today hahaha I have time to make up
　　
　
(End of this chapter)