"Is my mobile phone number so easy to ask?"

Wang Yan complained to An Xiaofang, and Mr. An pursed his lips and smiled, not answering.

Yes, she has a share.

In fact, this thing is very normal, the circle is not big or small, and the relationship can be hung up around the two bends, and people want to inquire about a mobile phone number, but it is not easy to hide it.

The whitelist can block calls, but not text messages.

Banks, insurance companies, telecom providers, and messy organizations can send text messages with a special sign.

What is the specific mechanism, Wang Yan doesn't understand, anyway, the spam text messages have not stopped.

The current mobile phone number is too bad, and the degree of interception is not enough, so it's really time to change to a high-level pretty number.

The number change was not in a hurry, Wang Yan had nothing to do, and began to pull text messages.

In a nutshell – all kinds of invitations.

Euphemistic, straightforward, explicit, exposed, all types.

When an MMS message was opened, Dashao was taken aback.

I'll go, what a pink butterfly!

It was a tattoo, peeled open with two fingers, and it was displayed in the center of the photograph.

Such a beautiful tattoo...... Gotta 90 points, right?

Wang Yan felt a little shocked, and his mood was about to move...... Because nothing else will be allowed to move.

Tsk, this girl is so hard!

Looking at the text message, Da Shao quickly remembered the girl's situation-

Non-professional, 18 years old, auditioned for the role of Xiao Duo, with a pure little face convex and backward, and the three points are not low, but the acting skills are sparse.

Do you want...... Mentoring?

As soon as Liu Li's relatives came, Da Shao began to hold back, and the sparks were chaotic, and there was no wind spontaneously combusting every morning.

If you can settle it by giving money, Wang Yan doesn't mind spending money to defeat the fire.

The women in the company are the basic leadership qualities, but the wildflowers outside do not have this concern, just look at the score.

Wang Yan didn't know what other gods and rich people thought of this kind of thing, anyway, he felt very excited.

What Da Shao hates the most is that unfamiliar women want to talk to themselves when they see each other, such as Li Shuyun, the senior sister of the Academy of Fine Arts, who doesn't want to give her a chance at all.

If you show that you are greedy for your own money and your body, you are a good girl.

Please, society is so chaotic, who is pretending to be pure?

Everyone is busy, be simple and direct, don't live as a hypocrisy at the most passionate and brilliant age.

There are at least 40 years left to be used for hypocrisy, but there is only so much youth, it is shameful to waste it, and it is sinful to squander.

The biggest squandering of youth is muddy, cringe, not daring to break through according to one's own heart, and missing out on nothing.

Since Wang Yan got the system, he didn't plan to get used to that problem.

A restrained wave is still essentially a wave, not a rule.

Controlling Yuwang is not the same as despairing desire, Da Shao has always had a very B number in his heart.

So happily replied to the girl with two words: "Beautiful!"

It's an understatement, and then there's no follow-up, and I'm going to see the timing to discuss it.

Anyway, she will always be ready and not in a hurry.

Flipping through a few more text messages, it feels the same, Wang Yan was about to lock the screen, and suddenly saw a "special" text message.

Special in the first few words.

"Producer Wang, I'm Wang Haiou......"

Hey?

What's the situation?

Da Shao clicked on the text message with great interest and read it.

“…… Thank you very much for your optimism and support, Seagull is deeply honored and pressured, when do you have time? I would like to invite you to a light meal, there are many questions I would like to ask you......"

Very official, very polite text message.

This is the difference between a famous star and a newcomer at the bottom.

SMS, WeChat, and even mobile phone calls are not safe, euphemistic, and a manifestation of self-protection awareness.

And newcomers are not qualified to be tactful, and it is right to seize the only opportunity to climb up.

Wang Yan thought for about 3 seconds and decided to give them a chance.

Say hello to An Xiaofang and Wang Muye: "You guys are busy, I'll go to an appointment." ”

Then Shi Shiran retreated under the tacit gaze of the two people.

Go out and take the elevator to the 79th floor and find the International Trade 79 restaurant.

It's time for dinner, and there are seats in the restaurant, but there are no private rooms.

Wang Yan was not in a hurry, and asked the beautiful woman at the front desk with a smile: "Can you please ask the executive chef of your hotel?" My Golden Circle VIP points should be quite high, maybe there are some privileges." ”

The little beauty was surprised, but looking at Wang Dashao's style and aura, she reported it decisively.

In fact, Wang Dashao's privileges in Heung Kee's hotels are not "quite high", but very high.

Thanks to the unified management, after the name was reported, within 3 minutes, the hotel's executive chef hurried downstairs and greeted him enthusiastically.

This is a middle-aged white man named Griide, who immediately arranged a small box for Wang Yan for four people with a mouthful of Mediterranean Beijing slices, and brought in the restaurant's chef Nathan.

After a few pleasantries, Wang Yan began to text them.

It was sent to Wang Haiou: "I'm about to have dinner with friends, if you don't dislike it, welcome." ”

What was sent to Lu Fei was: "International Trade 79 Restaurant, the front desk reports Mr. Wang's name." ”

Lu Fei is the girl who is very bold and has a very pink tattoo, and she emphasizes again: her face is pure and convex and backward.

When Wang Yan is not wavering, it is really quiet, and no one can stop the waves.

Two women who are completely unrelated but both have a certain mind are forced to be gathered together by him, for fear that it will not be exciting enough.

Boldness of execution stems from superb skill?

Actually, it's more about the indifference to the outcome.

It's just a meal, and the process is fun enough.

Lu Fei didn't go far after the audition, and soon came to the restaurant, and was happy to see Wang Yan for less than 1 minute, and Wang Haiou also arrived.

The waiter brought Wang Haiou in, and the two beauties were stunned when they saw each other.

Wang Yan smiled and introduced them.

"Wang Haiou, the second female lead in my movie. ”

"Lu Fei, quite an interesting little sister. ”

After staring at him for a few seconds, Lu Feiqiang greeted with a smile: "Sister Ou, hello ......"

Wang Haiou was more stable and smiled decently: "Hello, fortunately." ”

Next, continue to stare wide-eyed.

Both of them are not familiar with Wang Yan, and they don't know what the relationship between the other party and Wang Yan is, and they are constrained, and it is difficult to find a topic.

Wang Yan was also very bad, concentrating on reading the menu and communicating with Chef Nathan about the dishes, and he didn't mean to help at all.

But at the moment, Da Shao was still very charming, with his elbows on the table, his hands folded, and he listened intently to Nathan's chirping--the buddy spoke either French or Spanish, and the two beauties didn't understand a word.

Looking at Wang Dashao's calm appearance of nodding his head from time to time, he was suddenly in awe.

Wang Shao's posture is elegant, he is rich and rich, and he loves it!

was being a nymphomaniac, Wang Yan finally spoke, and made out a sentence in bud stubble English: "Just do your best!"

Lu Fei's English level is particularly scummy, but he is a little skeptical: this accent ...... How is it a little weird?

In a trance, she suddenly remembered Charlotte's troubles, and the song "Forehead Lao Ga, holding on to Jiejiatun'er" suddenly echoed in her mind, and the demonic melody made her can't help but shake her feet.

Wang Haiou knew more, and his expression almost collapsed.

Can this sentence still be used like this?

Actually, there was nothing wrong with it, Nathan obviously understood, and raised three fingers: "OK, OK!"