Gong Qianmu's eyes twitched.

Job hopping?

Does it mean changing jobs? She has seen this word several times in the books that Shao Jun bought for her. Based on the context at that time, it should mean this.

Based on the context at this time, it should also mean this.

"No, he just called to make friends." She shook her head and said truthfully.

Li Yiben was waiting. As she spoke, she lowered her head and clicked on WeChat. When she saw the business card pushed by Qin Boyan, she clicked on Add Friend.

Qin Boyan stood there with a long body, watching her operations: "Then what do you mean by asking Shao Jun to come over and take over your work?"

A prompt sounded, and Li Yiben passed her friend certification.

She raised her eyes to look at Qin Boyan, pursed her lips slightly: "I want to resign."

Qin Boyan looked down at her, his expression unchanged, as if he was expecting it.

After a moment, he said: "When Shao Jun took you to join the job, you should have signed a contract, right? Is the contract for one year? It doesn't say how much is the penalty for early resignation?"

Only then did Gong Qianmu remember this incident.

Liquidated damages of 100,000 yuan.

"So, it's best for me to wait for the company to fire me, right?" she asked Qin Boyan.

Qin Boyan: "..."

Aren't you usually pretty smart?

"Why did you resign? Because of the hot searches?"

"Well, so, I don't want to cause any trouble to you." Gong Qianmu was very honest.

Although she doesn't know much about the celebrity industry, from what she has seen and heard these days, as well as what she has read from the two books "Real Entertainment Circle" and "Rice Circle Culture", she is very clear and certain about one thing, that is, for For a star, fans are very important, they are the bread and butter of his parents.

Qin Boyan laughed, a funny laugh.

"Just ignore those on Weibo. I go on trending searches almost every day. Good, bad, threatening, preachy, everything. If I follow them in everything, I will also I can’t make it today.”

"The demands of fans should be taken seriously, but they also need to be filtered. If they are good, they will be accepted. If they are wrong, they will be ignored. Time will tell everything."

Gong Qianmu remained silent, feeling a little touched in her heart. She didn't expect him to say this.

WeChat alert sounded.

She looked and saw that it was Li Yiben who had sent the message.

She didn't read the content and put her phone aside.

The beep sounded again, and new messages came in.

Qin Boyan's eyes briefly hovered over the mobile phone she put aside, his eyes darkening slightly.

He continued: "If I were you, I would definitely not resign. If I resign at this time, wouldn't it mean that I am the person said on the Internet? You know, if you don't resign, the company won't fire you. That's right. What’s the best response to this matter?”

"Because I am not stupid, and the company is not stupid either. I still insist on keeping you when the public opinion is so bad, which means you are definitely not the kind of person they think, right?" Qin Boyan asked her.

Gong Qianmu pursed her lips.

She naturally understands the truth, but...

"Won't the company fire me?" she asked.

Earlier, his female agent had a phone call with him, but she heard clearly that the other person was obviously dissatisfied with her.

"No." His tone was firm.

Gong Qianmu was stunned, a little surprised.

Nods: "I know, thank you."

"So, continue to do your job well, and leave the rest to time. Let time prove what kind of person you are." Qin Boyan said, dragging his slippers and walking towards the door.

I don’t know if she was too sensitive, but Gong Qianmu felt that she heard a double meaning in the last sentence.

Let time prove it to those people on the Internet, and also to him.

Qin Boyan grabbed the handle and opened the door, then stopped and turned around: "It's almost three o'clock, go to bed early, tomorrow will be a very hard day, so don't talk to anyone anymore."

After saying that, he went out and closed the door for her.

Gong Qianmu: "..."

Does this tell her not to chat with Li Yiben?

He picked up his phone, opened it, and looked at the contents of Li Yibenfa.

【Hello, my fairy sister.】

[Ignore those voices on the Internet, people live for themselves, I believe in you! From today on, you are my idol, I want to call you, you must be happy.]

Gong Qianmu felt warm in her heart.

He curled his lips and replied: "Thank you, I'm fine."

Li Yiben’s message came quickly again: [Wow, my idol responded to my message. Idol, when are you free, can you teach me martial arts? 】

Gong Qianmu smiled, feeling that the other person was like a child.

[Okay. It’s too late. Go to bed early. You have to record a program tomorrow. 】

[Yes, master, disciple, go to sleep now, good night.]

【good evening.】

Putting her mobile phone on the bedside, she went to bed and lay down to turn off the lights. When she remembered something, she sat up and picked up her mobile phone.

After logging into Yan Xiaoer's Weibo, she saw that there were more than a thousand @ and private messages below. She did not click on them, but only edited one and posted it on Weibo.

[Please believe in your own vision. We are not fans of the wrong person. Please also believe in the vision of the real owner. He knows people better than us. We are not the leader in front of him, we are just the supporters behind him. Good night. 】

After sending it, she logged out.

sleep.

Just as I turned off the lights, the WeChat notification sounded suddenly again.

She reached for the phone.

It was sent by Qin Boyan.

Just one emoticon, the little yellow-faced smiling emoticon that comes with WeChat.

Today she was reading the book "Rice Circle Culture" and it said that this expression is the smile of death.

Why did you send her a death smile? She didn't understand.

After thinking for a moment, she also sent an expression.

It’s the same little yellow face expression, but it’s a question mark.

Soon, his message came again: [You are not asleep yet, are you still chatting? 】

Gong Qianmu: "..."

After thinking about it, I replied: [I wasn’t chatting at first, but now I am.]

Then there was no news from him for a while.

Just when she was about to put down her phone and go to sleep, the message came.

Two words: [Good night]

She also replied "good night" and went to sleep.

A dreamless night.

In the morning, I was woken up by a phone call from the program team, telling everyone to bring a change of clothes and go to the lobby to gather.

After washing up and preparing to go out with a set of clothes in her vest bag, she was still thinking about whether to call the man next door. After all, she was not only a bodyguard, but also an assistant.

Fortunately, as soon as she opened the door, the door next door also opened.

The two met their eyes at the door.

"Young Master Qin."

Qin Boyan closed the door, glanced at the plastic vest bag in her hand, threw the Hermès handmade men's crossbody bag into her arms, lazily put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards elevator.
Chapter completed!