Just one day.

"What is the sky" can easily exceed 50,000 clicks, collect 2,000 people, and have 300 valid comments.

This is a fantastic start!

Wan Xiaofeng could hear the excitement in Zeng Ziyu's words, and urged him to update quickly!

Wan Xiaofeng was very obedient, and he stayed at home for two days, crazy codewords.

In the end, I handed her a manuscript of about 100,000 yuan.

After Zeng Ziyu read it, he looked at Wan Xiaofeng's eyes as if he had seen a ghost.

There's no outline, there's no outline, there's not even a basic setting or anything.

This product can actually write 50,000 words a day.

It's comparable to the daily workload of a professional typist.

And typists are just mechanical codewords.

But Wan Xiaofeng is writing a novel!

He doesn't even have to think about the plot?

This hand speed is simply invincible!

"Director Wan, can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Have you been single for many years?"

"I'm not single, don't you know?"

Wan Xiaofeng squeezed his eyebrows with her.

Zeng Ziyu's face suddenly turned red.

She just subconsciously thought of a certain joke on the Internet, so she asked such a question.

Wan Xiaofeng's answer reminded him of the good things that night.

The woman's nasal voice on the phone still makes her remember it vividly after a few days.

Zeng Ziyu gritted his teeth, glared at Wan Xiaofeng, and ran away with a gust of fragrant wind.

Wan Xiaofeng watched her leave in a panic, and almost bumped into Wang Shuyuan, who was entering the office, and smiled proudly.

Wang Shuyuan looked at Zeng Ziyu who was fleeing strangely, and then looked at Wan Xiaofeng who was smiling evilly.

This thing can't be molesting people in the office, right?

"Something?"

Wan Xiaofeng's voice pulled her thoughts back to reality.

Wang Shuyuan is here to deliver the contract, and "Yunfeng Culture" is about to be established.

Dongfang Nagumo is very busy these days.

All kinds of contracts are drawn up by the legal department of "Dream Flying".

Anyway, they are all their own families, and before the team on the side of "Yunfeng Culture" is set up, the things on the side of "Dream Flying" don't need to be used in vain.

Wang Shuyuan threw the contract on Wan Xiaofeng's table, turned around and left.

Wan Xiaofeng called her still the same unapproachable appearance, knowing that she hadn't finished Xu Lang yet.

Shaking his head with a smile, he looked at the contract to himself.

......

Dongfang Nagumo's work efficiency is very high.

Two days later, the company was registered.

There was no opening ribbon cutting, Wan Xiaofeng booked two tables, pulled Dongfang Nanyun and the personnel of the new company together, and had a meal to celebrate.

During the banquet, Wan Xiaofeng handed over a plan to Dongfang.

"What is this?"

"The planning of Yunfeng's first variety show, I did it myself, and it's up to you to choose whether to use it or not!"

Although he is the major shareholder of "Yunfeng Culture", he once promised Dongfang Nanyun that he would not interfere too much in the company's affairs.

So now it's a business-like look.

Dongfang Nanyun picked up the plan and looked at it for a while, and replied flatly.

"Used!"

Obviously very excited, but still that cold look.

Wan Xiaofeng was used to her temper, and he didn't continue to pay attention to him when she agreed.

However, as soon as he turned his head, he heard the cold voice of Dongfang Nanyun again.

"You're really good!"

Wan Xiaofeng was stunned, and his hairs stood up.

It is undeniable that Dongfang is telling the truth, but she is not the kind of person who casually boasts.

"Genetically excellent!"

Wan Xiaofeng suddenly thought of these four words in his head.

"Hehe......"

Wan Xiaofeng didn't dare to answer, just smirked awkwardly.

With her words, Wan Xiaofeng ate tastelessly throughout the meal, so he could only drink and fart with the new employees.

After dinner, under everyone's strong suggestion, Wan Xiaofeng set up a private room in "Miyue" again.

The group went straight away.

It is very unfair to follow Dongfang Nanyun to deal with this group of new employees.

She sat alone in a corner of the private room, exuding a cold temperament.

Just let this group of young people who have just left school dare not go up to her to trouble.

So all the trouble came to Wan Xiaofeng, who seemed to be easy to talk.

Punching, dice, playing poker, sitting in the banker for a round and walking a round.

In the end, Wan Xiaofeng, who thought that he could kill all sides in front of this group of young people, began to get a little drunk.

Everyone took advantage of the strength of the wine and asked Wan Xiaofeng, a popular figure in the music scene, to sing a song.

Wan Xiaofeng postponed for a long time to no avail, and finally saw Dongfang Nanyun who was watching them play alone, and said with a smile.

"If you can invite the president of the East to sing a chorus with me, I will sing!"

Everyone listened to his request, and was stunned at first, but then looked at Dongfang Nanyun vividly, but no one dared to make trouble with her.

However, Dongfang Nanyun took the initiative to get up, picked up the microphone from the table, and asked Wan Xiaofeng:

"You want to sing that?"

Before Wan Xiaofeng could answer, the others had already begun to coax.

Everyone didn't expect that the president of Dongfang would be so good.

Immediately left, and the people shouted loudly.

"We're going to listen to love song duets!"

"Yes, yes, yes, Brother Feng and Sister Nanyun have a love song duet!"

Dongfang Nanyun saw Wan Xiaofeng looking at him stupidly, but he didn't react.

I went to order the common duet song.

Turned around and asked Wan Xiaofeng.

"You can sing, right?"

This love song Wan Xiaofeng can sing a little, so he nodded.

Someone next to him immediately gave him the microphone.

Wan Xiaofeng took the microphone, stood with Dongfang Nanyun, and began to sing.

The chorus of the two is very strange.

Wan Xiaofeng can barely sing, and he can't find the tune in many places, and sometimes he can't remember the words.

And Dongfang Nagumo is undoubtedly really good at singing.

But she sang like a task, without any emotion, she ran forward alone, and she didn't care about Wan Xiaofeng.

In this way, you sing yours and I sing mine, without a trace of cooperation at all.

After the others were shocked, they were all covering their mouths and snickering.

After singing a song, Wan Xiaofeng said embarrassedly.

"Blame me for not being able to!"

"It's me who didn't cooperate well!"

After Dongfang Nanyun finished speaking, he put down the microphone and sat down in his place again.

......

After everyone had had their fun, they dispersed.

Wan Xiaofeng drank wine and planned to find a substitute driver.

Dongfang Nanyun took the initiative to take him home.

"Misty" is not in the same area as the film and television city.

There are also some undeveloped areas along the way.

When the car drove to a wasteland, Wan Xiaofeng was dizzy, and he couldn't help it.

Hurry up and ask Dongfang Nagumo to stop.

After getting out of the car, I leaned on the car and blew a cool breeze.

Light yourself a cigarette, look at the stars in the sky, and take two sharp puffs before your stomach feels a little more comfortable.

Dongfang Nagumo took a bottle of water from the car and gave it to her.

Lean on the car and enjoy the night view.

"Thank you!"

Wan Xiaofeng unscrewed it and took a sip and thanked her.

Dongfang Nanyun didn't speak, and was silent for a long time before asking:

"How did you think about what you said last time?"

"Forehead ......"

"Dongfang, this kind of thing can't come reluctantly, just like singing just now, in fact, we can't get together at all!"

Dongfang Nanyun looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm not thinking about falling in love or getting married, doesn't it make sense to match?"

This......

It seems to be too!

It's just a "***", and it doesn't seem necessary to care about feelings or anything.

But then again, it's a wonderful thing to be a simple ***.

But this woman's motives are a little impure, she wants to borrow something.

So how did Wan Xiaofeng think about it?

I'm not a brute!

"But ......"

Wan Xiaofeng was just about to say something, and his mobile phone rang with a text message prompt.

......