As if he didn't see him, Wang Fan drove a Lamborghini and rushed over directly.

Ma Ming was shocked, hurriedly retreated, did not stand firmly, and fell forward and backward all of a sudden.

Wang Fan ignored it, afraid that the drunken Song Qian would catch a cold, so he raised the roof and walked away.

The security guard behind him burst into laughter, Ma Ming burst into a foul language, glared at the security guard, and the security guard closed his mouth, but his face was full of ridicule, and he still did not hide it.

Ma Ming is helpless, he is just the owner of a small company, it is okay to pretend to be X in front of ordinary people, in a place like the Dynasty Hotel, a doorman does not take him seriously, and he has no choice but to return to the private room in a hurry.

Facing a table of dishes, Ma Ming felt very bitter. He has coveted Song Qian for a long time, and thought that he would be able to hold the beauty. As a result, not only did he cheapen others, but he was also beaten......

Thinking of Wang Fan's car and thinking of the previous events, Ma Ming was extremely angry, and a little afraid, so he couldn't help but scold:

I'm rubbing, you're playing with me! Driving a car of more than 8 million yuan, and asking someone to come to my small company to find a job, he must have deliberately tricked me!

……

Along the way, he was afraid that Song Qian would be uncomfortable, but Wang Fan drove very steadily.

Song Qian woke up, opened her eyes and looked around, until she saw Wang Fan next to her, then she put her mind at ease, and then fell asleep again, with a smile on the corner of her mouth.

Seeing Song Qian's expression, Wang Fan couldn't hold back any longer, slapped his face, and endless self-blame came to his heart.

He originally just wanted to tease Song Qian, but he didn't tell her the truth, but he didn't want Song Qian to be poured so much wine for him, and he was almost ......

Shengshi Jiayuan stopped the car, Wang Fan picked up Song Qian, looked at her red face, full of distress. However, Song Qian is still a little sinking, at least 125 pounds.

It's no wonder that Song Qian is 1.76 tall, very convex in front and warped in the back, if it is lower than 125, it must be fake.

Song Qian seemed to be a little sober, vague, her arms tightly wrapped around Wang Fan's neck, and the proud twin peaks were close to Wang Fan's chest.

Wang Fan kissed Fang Ze, didn't have time to think about it, locked the car, and went upstairs with Song Qian in his arms.

put Song Qian on his bed, and the other party's hands were still tightly wrapped.

Looking at Song Qian's cute drunken state, as well as the sexy red lips full of temptation, Wang Fan was moved for a moment and couldn't help but kiss her.

Song Qian seemed to be aware of this, and let out a soft "um".

Wang Fan was startled, hurriedly got out of Song Qian's arms, and was relieved to see that the other party did not wake up, and then slowly parted her hands and changed her to a more comfortable sleeping position.

Wang Fan sat aside and fell into deep thought.

At first, Song Qian targeted herself, Wang Fan thought she was the kind of person who relied on her body to eat, and even suspected that she and Old Man Yang had a fight.

So he deliberately targeted her and teased her in the examination room. Later, Song Qian explained that Wang Fan did not believe it all, and when he heard that the other party wanted to find a job for him, he even had the intention of teasing her, and did not refuse.

As a result, the other party was not only very attentive, but also drank so much wine for this job opportunity, and it was even more dangerous......

Wang Fan smiled bitterly, he was most afraid of indebtedness, but he still owed it this time. When Song Qian woke up, Wang Fanzhen didn't know how to explain.

If you go late today, the consequences are really unimaginable. Wang Fan's expression was cold, and Ma Ming had already been on his blacklist.

For a long time, he shook his head vigorously, trying to calm himself down.

Looking at the sweat on Song Qian's forehead and the soaked dress on his upper body, he remembered that Shen Sining wiped his body last night.

So I went to the bathroom, got a basin of warm water, took a novice towel, and went back to the bedroom again. Fortunately, Li Sisi was careful and bought a lot of towels and the like.

Wang Fan squeezed the water and gently wiped the sweat from Song Qian's forehead, followed by his cheeks and neck.

Finally, he sighed, carefully pulled up Song Qian's dress collar, slowly reached in the towel, and wiped it.

Song Qian's figure is really impeccable, compared to Guan Xiaoxin, who was born as a model, is not bad, mainly because of the material.

Wang Fan wanted to say to her more than once, with your talent, it would be a waste not to be a supermodel and a star.

The black hip skirt is very short, and the S-shaped curve is full of temptation.

Wang Fan's face was slightly red, suppressing the evil thoughts in his heart, and wiping them intently. It's just that the hand is a little dishonest, one will grab it, and the other will press it. It's big, it's soft.

Song Qian seemed to have a feeling, turned over all of a sudden, and then stopped moving.

Wang Fan breathed a sigh of relief, hurriedly withdrew his hand, found a more comfortable position for her again, and then pulled up the upper body of the skirt and wiped her back.

After a lot of busyness, Wang Fan turned Song Qian over again, sleeping on his back is not good for his heart.

Song Qian still hasn't woken up, her short skirt, long thighs, and towering breasts are full of temptation.

Wang Fan didn't dare to look at it anymore, and hurriedly walked out of the house, otherwise he might not know what would happen.

Song Qian opened her eyes, looked at Wang Fan and fled, smiled, her head hurt, and fell asleep again.

Wang Fan came to the study and recalled the events of the past two days, the Lamborghini was too eye-catching, and the peach blossom luck was too vigorous, although none of them worked out......

Ignoring these things, Wang Fan first died in Call of Duty for nearly an hour, and then began to think about the company's money-making plan.

Mortal forums promote, publicize, buy search keywords, and advertise are very expensive.

In two days, the mobile version of the Fanzhi forum will be launched, and it will also cost money to buy a recommendation in the major app stores, otherwise it will not be famous at all.

A CPU intelligent control software is too slow to make money, and it can't withstand such an expense, so you can only find other paths.

Wang Fan rummaged through his mobile phone and thought to himself, it would be nice if there was another application like CPU intelligent control software.

What marketing learns, start with demand. We provide what consumers want.

Or start from the market, which side of the current market is blank or weak, break through from which side.

Windfall profits arise from monopoly or technological suppression.

In the current Internet era, it will be the world of mobile phones, so Wang Fan's plan must revolve around mobile phones.

Mobile phone games are hot, creating a demand for CPU intelligent control software.

Similarly, domestic mobile phones take poor photos, especially night shots, and the automatic mode is simply miserable.

As for the manual mode plus tripod, don't be funny, everyone should be a professional photographer. Those things, all kinds of parameter adjustments, Wang Fan can't play with them.

Wang Fan's heart moved, and he remembered the camera tuning software he had tinkered with before. The market in this area is likely to be larger than that of CPU intelligent control software.

After all, only some boys play games, but the people who take pictures are eaten by men, women and children, especially girls, who love to take selfies, otherwise the Meitu App would be so popular?

PS: Brothers, we finally advanced to 14th, and we are about to be blown up. Ask for recommendations, clicks, and favorites for fire support. After a while, stabilize and add more!