But Chu Zhaoyang said: "I must show my special love for Gu Nian, so that no one will make irresponsible remarks or point fingers at Gu Nian behind her back."
"The effect of the draft is that after people read it, they will know that Gu Nian and I went through many ups and downs and it was not easy to get together. Let people know that Gu Nian has devoted a lot to me. After reading it, people will realize that we can do it. It's not easy for Gu Nian to do that, at least they can't do it themselves, so they have no right to say harsh words."
"We need to make people respect Gu Nian, admire Gu Nian, and feel that it is unreasonable for us not to be together." Chu Zhaoyang said, "Do you understand?"
Public Relations Manager: "..."
He might as well just write a novel. This was too much to ask for.
In the public relations department, the manager and his subordinates stayed up late to discuss, choosing words and sentences, deleting, and revising.
Strive to use concise language, but also full of emotions, to arouse the resonance of readers.
In the end, the public relations department worked together to write an 800-word prose novel, which finally passed the test with Chu Zhaoyang.
The Public Relations Department immediately contacted various media, bought the front pages of major newspapers across the country, and bought hot searches and headlines on Weibo.
They also bought ads in WeChat Moments and contacted various marketing accounts on Weibo and WeChat.
This draft was distributed to everyone.
They strived to make this news pervasive and pervasive into the public's sight.
They always have to use Weibo, right?
Those who don't use Weibo will always use WeChat, right?
How many public accounts did they always follow?
Even if they didn't follow the official account, they will always check Moments, right?
Anyway, they're not afraid they won't see it!
Chu Zhaoyang was very satisfied with this and told them that there was no upper limit on the cost of publicity and they could do whatever they wanted.
This was simply a big deal, it had never been like this before.
This made colleagues in the public relations department, from managers to ordinary employees, all excited.
As if the poor suddenly become rich, the propaganda was vigorous, regardless of the cost, and implanted overwhelmingly.
They have never tried to do it so freely. The CEO was really generous!
This was all love for the CEO's wife!
Thanks to the president's wife, they also experienced the opportunity to show off their talents without any scruples.
***
Just as Chu Zhaoyang requested, no one really knew about the marriage between Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian.
The Public Relations Department also conducted a survey specifically for this purpose, and more than 70% of the people in the country knew about it.
The remaining 30% are people who didn't know because they don't have access to the Internet or couldn't even read newspapers.
Chu Zhaoyang was quite satisfied with the result and did not face any further difficulties. This at least made everyone in the public relations department breathe a sigh of relief.
After getting off work, Chu Zhaoyang went to pick up Gu Nian and went to Mu Lanshu's place to pick up Little Millet Cake.
During the day, he and Gu Nian went to work. Little Millet Cake had no fun staying at home with Nanny Yu so he would go to his old house or Gu's house.
Both family love the little guy, and Mu Lanshu could not hang out in the old house every day.
Sometimes, Mu Lanshu would go to the old house, and sometimes, Little Millet Cake would go to the Gu family.
Today was the day for Little Millet Cake to go to the Gu family.
They went to Gu's house and as soon as they entered the door, they smelled the aroma of hot cocoa.
Walking inside, they saw the little guy sitting on the carpet under the sofa in the living room, with his two short hands resting on the low table.
Two small white fleshy palms are holding a mug placed on the low table. There was hot cocoa in it, exuding a strong fragrance and steaming.
In front, there was a beautiful flat square box, which looked like a chocolate gift box.
Seeing Gu Nian and Chu Zhaoyang, Little Millet Cake immediately called her parents happily.
His hands on the carpet, he stood up, his bare feet planted on the carpet, and ran towards Gu Nian.
"Mom, Mom, Grandma took me to make handmade chocolate today." Little Millet Cake took Gu Nian's hand and walked to the short table, pointing to the flat square box, "Little Millet Cake is really good."
Making chocolate was such a joy!
Being able to make it while smelling the fragrance of chocolate was like a fairy!
"Mom, come and see." Little Millet Cake let go of Gu Nian's hand and opened the chocolate box. There were various shapes of chocolates neatly placed inside.
Heart-shaped dark chocolate, covered with a layer of pink chocolate, and sprinkled with some colored sugar granules as decoration.
There were also spherical chocolates with coconut flakes sprinkled on top.
There were also square ones, with thin lines of white chocolate extruded on top.
The ones with stars were made of dark chocolate, with white chocolate dotted with a few white dots.
Gu Nian then understood that Little Millet Cake made of dark chocolate to make the night sky, and the white chocolate was used as the stars.
There were a total of nine compartments in the box, but two were empty, leaving only seven chocolates.
Chu Zhaoyang understood after just one glance.
But he still pretended not to know and asked: "Why are there two missing?"
Little Millet Cake said crisply: "I'm keeping it for Grandpa and Grandma! Grandpa hasn't gotten off work yet, and Grandma said he should keep it to eat with Grandpa."
"Yes, this is chocolate made by Little Millet Cake himself, it must be extra sweet." Mu Lanshu said with a smile.
Rare, Chu Zhaoyang actually reached out and rubbed the top of Little Millet Cake, with a smile: "Really good."
Little Millet Cake was praised by his father, and his face turned red with joy, and he straightened up a little, "I even left it for my Great-grandpa and Great-grandma."
After removing two, the little guy reached out and counted again. He had not started to learn arithmetic yet, he could only count.
"Then there are five left." After counting, Little Millet Cake raised his head and said to Chu Zhaoyang and Gu Nian, "Leave one for each of Mom and Dad."
Five fingers stretched out, then two more bent, leaving three.