"Ahh

When Hu Yifei talked about Zeng Xiaoxian, Zeng Xiaoxian, who was far away in the magazine, suddenly sneezed fiercely.

He rubbed his nose and apologized to the delicately dressed female front desk with black-rimmed glasses in front of him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, someone should be talking to me behind my back." ”

Even though she felt disgusted, the female receptionist still held back her anger, showed good professionalism, took off her eyes and wiped them, and said with a forced smile: "It's okay." ”

Lin Wanyu watched this scene from the side, covering her mouth and snickering.

Why they appear in the magazine has to start from before.

After returning from the swimming pool in the morning, Zeng Xiaoxian unexpectedly found that his bed board was four centimeters higher out of thin air when he was packing up his clothes.

Don't get me wrong, the magazine here is not a Playboy type magazine, but a fashion magazine called "Pretend to be a Man".

Since buying fritters and winning this magazine in the inexplicable lottery, they have sent three issues a week, each of which is so thick that Zeng Xiaoxian can't read it at all, so he can only stuff them under the bed, and over time, there are more than 500 books that have not been read.

"Why should I order such a thing?" Zeng Xiaoxian looked at this pile of brand-new magazines, began to doubt life, took out a copy casually, and opened a page casually, all of which were luxury accessories that he couldn't afford to buy, which made people's eyes hot.

Zeng Xiaoxian sighed, if these magazines were not dealt with, they would soon push his bed board to the ceiling.

But it's a pity to throw it away, it's not worth it to buy waste paper.

In the end, Zeng Xiaoxian decided to sponsor these magazines to the bar downstairs, maybe in exchange for a coupon or something.

Lin Wanyu was sitting next to the bar drinking juice and scrolling through her mobile phone, when she saw Zeng Xiaoxian walking in angrily carrying a thick stack of magazines and books.

"Man, I'm sponsoring all the magazines in the bar, can you give me a coupon?" Zeng Xiaoxian slapped the magazine on the bar and sat next to Lin Wanyu.

The bartender looked at him, then at the stack of magazines: "I'll give you a Pepsi." ”

"So many well-bound magazines for a glass of Coke?" Zeng Xiaoxian felt that it was not worth it, and bargained.

"More ice for you?"

"Deal!"

Lin Wanyu took out a copy casually: "Mr. Zeng, where did you get so many fashion magazines?" ”

"No, it's not a magazine, it's a sign, this magazine is very high-end, so high-end that only top fashion people can access it, and there are only 2,000 hairstyles in the city, which means that I am in the top 2,000 of the most fashionable men in the city!"

Lin Wanyu looked at Zeng Xiaoxian's featureless clothes, featureless hairstyle, and featureless decorations, and she didn't know how to complain for a while.

"Spending a few hundred dollars a month on a magazine can get you into the most fashionable area in town, which sounds like a good deal." Lin Wanyu could only say this.

"Wanyu, you think it's worth it, don't you?" Zeng Xiaoxian seems to have found a sense of identity.

"Mr. Zeng, fashion is a kind of art that will never go out of style and is full of vitality, it is an unattainable inspiration, it can make people full of passion and fantasy. None of this can be brought to you by a magazine. ”

As a fashionista, Lin Wanyu couldn't bear to see Zeng Xiaoxian go further and further down the wrong path, so she spoke out and told the truth.

Zeng Xiaoxian was a little discouraged: "Hey, Wanyu, you're right, this is a completely vulgar magazine, and behind the glossy is full of superficial and ridiculous hypocrisy and vanity, which consumes people's will!" … But the photos of Chi Ling's underwear inside are still good..."

“… But that's not the point, it's not just vulgar, it's pretending to be elegant! ”

"You mean Chi Ling?" Lin Wanyu asked.

"Don't insult Xiaoling! I mean magazines! Zeng Xiaoxian emphasized.

"Wow, this Onyx disposable lighter is so cool, you only need to spend 48,000 euros to get it!" Lin Wanyu snatched the magazine in Zeng Xiaoxian's hand and exclaimed.

"Wanyu, don't play with me!" Zeng Xiaoxian snatched the magazine back, glanced at the picture on it, and was stunned, "It's really cool~"

"No! I can't be tempted by this magazine anymore! Zeng Xiaoxian slammed the magazine in his hand shut, "This magazine is trying to hypnotize you and show you what the best men in the world are doing, how many cars they drive, how many horses they have, how many yachts and bunny girls, and me!" There are only one magazine after another that I can't finish reading! ”

"Mr. Zeng, since you hate this magazine so much, you can just return it." Lin Wanyu said indifferently.

"You think I don't want to, but the magazine's unsubscribe hotline will automatically be transferred to the subscription hotline, and then the person who answered the phone was an Indian, and I couldn't understand a word of English he spoke!"

"Then go to the magazine office and return it on the spot." Lin Wanyu helped Zeng Xiaoxian come up with an idea.

"Wan Yu, for us men, some things are difficult!" Zeng Xiaoxian said tangledly.

"Teacher Zeng, I don't understand, what's so embarrassing about unsubscribing from a magazine." Lin Wanyu didn't understand why Zeng Xiaoxian had such an attitude.

Zeng Xiaoxian turned around twice on the ground: "I admit that I can't pull my face, if the receptionist at the unsubscription office asks me, are you sure you want to leave the top fashion circle?" How do I answer! ”

"Tell me the truth."

"I'm a media host, I'm a public figure, I can't open this mouth!" Zeng Xiaoxian was so entangled that he collapsed a little.

Lin Wanyu also felt helpless about the boy's face-loving attitude, and suddenly, she saw a message in the magazine.

"Mr. Zeng, I have good news for you, this journal will usher in the first anniversary of its founding next month, in order to celebrate, it will launch a special supplement for members, which will be distributed in the form of a daily magazine, and each copy will only cost 49 yuan!" Lin Wanyu read out the words.

Zeng Xiaoxian mentally converted the magazine money he had to pay every month, and felt that he was about to collapse, spending such a large sum of money to buy back a large number of magazines that were useless at all and would only make him feel blocked, this is too stupid!

Zeng Xiaoxian suddenly made up his mind: "No! I'm going to get it back! ”

"Do you want me to come with you?" Lin Wanyu asked with a smile.

"No, you don't! I'm a man, even if I die, I'm going to give it back! Zeng Xiaoxian said stiffly.

Lin Wanyu drank the juice indifferently, and sure enough, Zeng Xiaoxian didn't take two steps before he retreated: "Wanyu, you should go with me..."

Lin Wanyu had an expression that she had expected this to be the case, picked up her bag and walked in front, Zeng Xiaoxian obediently followed behind her.

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