"Nope!" Amei replied with a smile, "I was so excited that I couldn't sleep well this morning. I still feel like I'm dreaming!"
Jiang Yansheng grabbed a cloak and strode out of the office.
"I'll be leaving the company later. Are you at the bar? I'll pick you up. We can go to the studio earlier. "
"Okay. I'm at Muse." Amei seemed to be talking to someone on the other end of the phone.
Although she was covering the phone, she could still hear the man's deep and magnetic voice.
Jiang Yansheng frowned and turned up the volume of the phone.
She was not interested in other people's private affairs. She could tell from the man's muffled voice that he must be a very handsome man.
Amei said that she wrote a song for one person. She must have written it for her sweetheart.
Just when Jiang Yansheng was about to listen carefully, the man's voice stopped abruptly, followed by Amei's bell-like laughter. The invisible barrier covering the phone was removed, and Amei's voice was very clear.
"That's settled then. Call me when you're at the door."
"Okay."
Jiang Yansheng waited for the elevator while talking on the phone. She looked up and saw an elevator rushing down from the upper floor.
She paused and went back to pat her assistant's shoulder. "If anyone wants to see me later, tell them I'm out for work."
The assistant stood up and nodded respectfully.
Jiang Yansheng smiled and pressed her back down. Then, he quickly walked down the fire escape.
Anyway, the floor of the design department was not very high. She could just treat it as exercise.
Although she wanted to see Jiang Chu's expression when he came down, she did not want to run into Jiang Chu's gun.
She had so many things to do. How could she have time to care about his emotions?
…
Half an hour later.
The car drifted and stopped in the alley next to Muse.
Jiang Yansheng stepped out of the car with one foot and suddenly felt a little dizzy.
Did she really catch a cold from the heavy rain yesterday?
Thinking of the security guard who kindly lent her an umbrella yesterday, Jiang Yansheng felt a little guilty.
However, the cold virus did not seem to be able to hear her guilt. Instead, it became stronger.
Jiang Yansheng sat in the driver's seat with a frown. He reached behind him and took out the cold medicine that he had prepared in the back seat.
The cold medicine was brand new, so Jiang Yansheng took two pills and swallowed them.
"Yansheng!" Jiang Yansheng almost choked when someone suddenly patted her on the shoulder.
"I saw your car in the bar just now!"
When she turned around, she saw a beaming Ah Mei. She waved at her.
"What's the matter?" Ah Mei saw that she did not look well and immediately lost her smile. She came over anxiously and asked, "Do you want water?"
She hurriedly took out a bottle of mineral water from her bag and even considerately unscrewed it and handed it to Jiang Yansheng.
After a mouthful of cold water, he finally swallowed the pill that was stuck in his throat.
Jiang Yansheng heaved a sigh of relief and took another sip. "I'm taking my medication. You scared me so much that I'm stuck."
Amei poked her head over curiously. "Are you sick?"
"It's just a cold. It's nothing serious." Jiang Yansheng threw the medicine box behind him, and it drew a neat arc in the air. "Get in the car. We're leaving."
Amei smiled brightly and hopped onto the passenger seat from the other side.
Jiang Yansheng pressed the steering wheel and looked at the bar, which was closed during the day. There was not even a single customer smoking in front of the door. It looked particularly deserted.
The ground was littered with fallen leaves that had not been swept away in time.
There was no one around Amei, so she had no idea where Amei had come from.
Looks like it's impossible to find out what Amei's mysterious sweetheart looks like.
Jiang Yansheng sighed in his heart and started the car.
"Are we going to that studio again?" Amei fastened her seatbelt and sat in the passenger seat, twisting her head restlessly. Her eyes were sparkling, and she was carrying a backpack on her back.
She looked like a child who was fully prepared for an autumn outing.
The haze that Jiang Yansheng felt when she met Jiang Chu in the office suddenly disappeared.
She could not help but chuckle. "Yes, it's the same studio as last time."
Amei covered her mouth and sighed softly. "It's so high-end. I didn't even dare to speak loudly when I was there last time."
"The foreigner who was in charge of taking photos was really tall and handsome. He sounded so good when he spoke Mandarin."
Jiang Yansheng rolled her eyes in her heart. In fact, in her opinion, the foreigners that An Di knew were just like him. They spoke Mandarin with a hooligan vibe.
Especially when An Di would sometimes tell dirty jokes in the office, and he would laugh so hard that he would stagger back and forth. He even put a special filter on the accent.
When they entered Wen Shang's studio, it was still very quiet. Everyone was in their positions and working step by step.
Amei, who was carefree outside, could not help but slow down her pace.
Mr. Wen, who was adjusting the camera with his head down, looked up and saw Jiang Yansheng. His eyes were very happy. "Did you arrange to shoot a promotional video today?"
Jiang Yansheng nodded and greeted him with a smile.
"Hey, Alger, come over and do me a favor. I'll leave the shooting here to you." Mr. Wen's smile was bright and noble, but it was not aggressive. His aura was just at a level that people could easily accept. "I'm going to help Miss Jiang's friend shoot a video."
Hearing the familiar name, Jiang Yansheng looked back in disbelief. Behind the white wall not far away, a light brown head popped out suddenly, and then a string of fast Italian words came.
Mr. Wen looked a little apologetic. He said, "I'm really sorry. Miss Jiang, you may have to wait for a while. I still have a shooting to finish here, and Alger doesn't seem to have time."
"Can you go to the side and wait for a while?" He smiled like a spring breeze and explained very patiently, "Our studio has free coffee and biscuits. You're welcome."
Jiang Yansheng smiled. "Of course. I didn't intend to cut the line at Mr. Wen's place."
"I happen to want to talk to Alger."
The enthusiasm of the foreigner really surprised her.
Especially after knowing that she was An Di's friend, Mr. Wen even lowered his attitude a lot, which was really flattering.
She sat down with Amei, who was as quiet as a cicada. She poured a cup of steaming coffee and stuffed it into her hand. She pointed at her finger and said, "Wait here for a while. I'll be back soon."
Amei nodded obediently and put her schoolbag aside neatly.
Jiang Yansheng went directly to find Alger.
Alger was sitting in a pile of cameras and lenses. He frowned a little, as if he didn't know where to start.
"Oh my god, is that Jiang?" Seeing someone coming in from the corner of his eyes, Alger looked up naturally. When he saw Jiang Yansheng, there was a trace of joy in his eyes.
"Long time no see." Jiang Yansheng smiled and gave him a high-five. "I heard from An Di that you went back to Milan. Why are you still in the studio now? "
She covered her mouth with one hand and asked in a low voice, "Does An Di know?"
Alger scratched his hair and smiled with a rare slyness. "Of course he doesn't know. That idiot."
The word "idiot" came out of Alger's mouth very intimately.
Jiang Yansheng blinked and looked at Alger's eyes.
He suddenly felt that his bitter and unrequited love for his subordinate didn't seem to be as rough as he imagined.
Alger didn't know what Jiang Yansheng was thinking. He seemed to feel that a secret had been exposed. He put his palms together in distress and begged, "Don't tell An Di that you met me in Wenshang today."
Jiang Yansheng smiled faintly. "Of course. I guess you want to give him a surprise."
“bingo！” Alger snapped his fingers excitedly. The light brown hair on the side of his ear curled up unruly, as if he had his own ideas. "Jiang is really a smart person."
"I know. Does your country have a Spring Festival?"
Jiang Yansheng nodded with a smile.
"My job is very flexible. I want to find a job here and stay."
"Milan is too deserted compared to here." Alger shook his head helplessly. "Besides, two very important people of mine live here. I'm thinking if I should settle down here."
"But now, I can't seem to handle the simplest equipment that Wen gave me."
He lowered his head in frustration and stared at the pile of equipment on the ground helplessly as if he was looking at a pile of mud.
"Chinese is too difficult. Although I can speak awkwardly, I still can't understand the words."
Jiang Yansheng raised his eyebrows. "If you call An Di now, I think he will be very happy to help you."
He would probably be so enthusiastic that he would directly quit his job in the design department.
She couldn't imagine how excited An Di would be when he found out that Alger didn't leave at all.
This matter in itself was a pleasant surprise to them.
"I can't do that." Alger frowned and drew a big cross in front of his chest with his hands. "I'm trying to integrate into the environment here. I have to rely on myself."
Jiang Yansheng smiled helplessly. Mr. Wen behind him seemed to have finished his photo shoot and was calling his assistant to bring Amei to do her makeup.
Her long legs sagged as she placed her light-colored cloak on the table beside her. "Let me help you," she said.
Alger was a little surprised. "Didn't you come to Wen Shang for work today?"
He rejected politely.
"It's a waste of your time."
Jiang Yansheng smiled. "It's okay. I just brought people here to shoot the promotional video. The main thing has nothing to do with me. Instead of sitting there like an idiot, I might as well help you."
"What should I do? Sort it or repair it?" She took a stool and sat down. She then picked up the heavy lens with ease.
"Just look for this and attach it to the long lens." Alger was genuinely happy as he hurriedly gave pointers from the side.
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