Quan Shao's new wife

Chapter 439 The Tenderness of Missing (2)
"Of course." Li Sir took the pod twice, and said with a smile: "This matter can be big or small, I will dig out their old background first, whether it is big or small, then I will take care of Mr. Gu." Interesting."

"Thank you." Gu Zixi nodded, and when she heard the knock on the door, she glanced at Qi Wei who was sitting on the sofa. Li Sir blinked her eyes knowingly, turned around and left Gu Zixi quickly. office.

Wu Qianqian was ruthless and professional enough. In this round, that Qin Lan might not be able to escape.Otherwise, how would she know that such an operation would do the most harm to the promise?
Ideas stolen, job opportunities lost, loved ones lost in trust, and even sued in court.

Okay, since you guys want to play, this time I will play with you a big one.

Gu Zixi's eyes were slightly condensed, and the annoyance and anger in her heart that had arisen from her refusal to hear from her and refuse to give her any room to maneuver after she promised to leave were all poured out in the suppression of Wu Qianqian and Qin Lan— —Official circles, shopping malls, since you are making a move, you might as well come and fight.

Morian's house.

"Aren't you going to work today?" When Xu promised to come over in the morning, Morian was making breakfast.

"Take annual leave." Morian brought the fried eggs to the dining table, looked at her and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I've eaten it. I didn't expect you to make breakfast. I bought you soy milk and fried dough sticks." Xu Nuo put the breakfast in his hand on the dining table, looked at Morian and said, "Then give this to Luo Jian."

"I'll eat." Morian took the breakfast he made and put it aside, took what he promised to buy, and said while eating: "The fire is almost done, let Luo Jian come over and eat."

"Okay, I'm going to the studio first." Xu Nuo narrowed his eyes slightly, said something softly, then hurriedly turned and walked towards the studio.

She seemed a little afraid to face this kind of Morian—they also got along freely and played nonsense, but after his confession, she didn't dare to be as presumptuous as before.

His natural and calm gentleness made her feel guilty.

He is very particular about food, but he is willing to eat fried food that he calls junk food, just because she bought it for him.Satisfied with her simple giving, she felt flustered—his feelings were not diminished by her rejection; his tolerance was always more gentle when she needed it most.

Will her natural dependence on him delay his life?
Once cried and said to him: "Morian, no matter what the result is, we are best friends, okay? Don't ignore me, don't leave me, okay?"

He did it, but she was afraid, afraid that such a friend who was tolerant to her would lose her future because of her.

Morian, in fact, I should learn to grow up by myself, get up by myself when I fall, and heal myself when I am injured, instead of always relying on you.

Morian, you should have your future and not be tied down by me; even if, at the next lost intersection, I can't find anyone to hold hands with.

Turn around and enter the studio, turn on the projector, put yesterday's hand-drawn manuscript into it, and play it slowly with the music, but my thoughts are a little bit out.

In the dining room, Morian ate breakfast in small bites, and seemed to have a little warm hallucination - one day, she would wake up in this house, and then smiled and said to him: "Morian, want to What to eat early, I'll go buy it."

Morian lowered his eyes, with a sour and helpless smile on the corner of his mouth - if, if he told her earlier, would his love for her be different between them?

"Old Mo, the road is blocked today. I haven't eaten breakfast yet. Is there anything to eat?" Luo Jian opened the door and came in, yelling at Morian.

"Yes, fried eggs, ham sandwiches, and oatmeal." Morian put away the emotions in his eyes, and returned to his gentle, elegant, indifferent and restrained appearance.

"It's so good, eat this junk food by yourself, and give me this nutritious breakfast?" Luo Jian smiled, sat down and ate without any hesitation.

Morian ignored him, and after eating the last piece of fried dough sticks and drinking the last sip of soy milk, he stood up and said to Luo Jian, "Hurry up and come in to work after eating."

"Okay." Luo Jian nodded, and followed his steps to look at the studio—the promise in the studio was watching the PPT.

"So early?" Luo Jian was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously glanced at the packaging of soy milk and fried dough sticks that had not been cleared away on the table, and she knew something in her heart - in the industry, the rumors about these two people were obviously not groundless.

"According to the shortcomings of the previous plan pointed out by Lao Mo, let's change the angle again: professional, fast, middle-to-high income young female white-collar workers, young women with spending power." Luo Jian said while looking at the PPT.

"Yes, in this way, the consumer positioning will be wider and will not be limited to white-collar workers; now there are more women with spending power, they may not need to work, or they may be freelance. In short, the consumer group must be both Targeted and extensible." Morian nodded.

"So, the keywords of creativity are: professional, fast, efficient, and women with spending power." Xu Nuo picked up a marker pen and wrote down the keywords on the clipboard.

"That's right." Luo Jian nodded.

"Then let's take a look again, what are the means of expressing these keywords." Xu Nuo threw the manuscript paper in front of the two of them, and then said: "As you think of: how to express these keywords, all Write it out, and then we will perform correlation screening."

"I went back last night and thought about women with spending power. The occasions they go in and out include: high-end shopping centers, beauty centers, high-end office buildings, large-scale brand shows, and commercial parties."

"En." Morian nodded, lowered his head and wrote quickly on the manuscript paper, as if he already had an idea.

Xu Nuo also sat down and drew the structural relationship, severity, and form of expression of several key words on the draft paper.

Soothing music was flowing in the room, and the three of them focused on their pens, writing, scribbling, and writing; sometimes after a whole piece of paper was discarded, they thought about it and found it from the waste paper pile, and looked at it again. in a daze.

Three hours later, the three of them stopped writing at the same time, raised their heads from the pile of papers——

"I have an idea." Morian smiled gently.

"I have a general direction." Xu Nuo nodded.

"Still using the scene method of the story, but the performance of the camera can be monotonous and bright, and the whole tone should be bright colors instead of inspirational gray." Luo Jian dropped the pencil and let out a long breath.

"I'm going to make coffee, take a break and continue." Xu Nuo stood up.

(End of this chapter)