The so-called heart is a little clear, probably Wen Bin and Ye Tingman.

He wanted to give her a call, and hers did.

"At half past six tonight, the Bai Club will come here." Ye Tingman's phone call was succinct.

It's Bai's Club again. Wen Bin now understands the consumption of that club, which is staggering, he is still in the early stage of entrepreneurship. After struggling for three seconds, he said, "Can you change places?" ”

"No, there are important people today. Preferably, wear formal attire. ”

Formal wear, Wen Bin has a set. Originally, I was going to buy it when I was in my junior year, but I went to the zoo wholesale market, bargained with the boss for a long time, and picked a favorite one.

The most famous wholesale market in Tiandu, next to the zoo.

He said "yes".

I haven't worn my clothes for a long time, and they're all a little wrinkled. Thinking that the girl is dressed very elegantly every time, he goes to see her, and naturally he can't fall too little. To this end, he asked several classmates in the dormitory, borrowed an iron, and carefully ironed the formal clothes.

Qiao Yan sighed on the side, in vain as if he was envious of Linyuan, "Brother Wen, you really have good luck this time and hugged Jin's thighs." In the future, brother, I will follow you. ”

Wen Bin thought that there was a big pendant called "Wen Bin" hanging on Ye Tingman's thin legs, which was not too funny. He burst out laughing.

Qiao Yan felt more and more emotional, "Brother Wen, you confessed, did you have a relationship with Ye Xuemei?" ”

Wen Bin's face was hot, and there was a lot of heat on his neck, but he still didn't admit it, "Do you think it's possible?" She is in heaven and I am in dust. ”

Qiao Yan thought about it, and he later learned from the side that the Ye family was really not covered. Once Ye Tingman's brother came to pick up his goddess - that is, Wei Wan, the demeanor of the son, from the clothes to the conversation, to the car they were in, was really noble. As for them, if they can get to know Ye Tingman, even if they are lucky.

After ironing the clothes, Wen Bin went to the bathroom to take pictures for a long time. Look left, look right, the collar is played, the sleeves are rolled, and the temperament comes out.

People rely on clothes and horses rely on saddles, and the ancients did not deceive me.

When she went to the Bai Club, Wen Bin saw Ye Tingman sitting in the center, and several men looked at her very attentively, nodding from time to time.

Ye Tingman stood up and introduced eloquently: "This is what I mentioned to you, the founder of the New Martial Arts Reading Network and the author of "Eight Sentient Beings" - Mr. Wen Bin, he is only a junior this year. ”

Those few people obviously didn't expect Wen Bin to be so young, and praised repeatedly: "Sure enough, the appearance is dignified, since ancient times, heroes have been teenagers!" ”

"Wen Bin, this is Mr. Qian, the deputy editor of the Federal Daily, this is Mr. Hua, the editor-in-chief of the Federal Public Network, this is the editor-in-chief of the Federal Headlines, Mr. Cheng, and this is the ...... of the Federal Radio, Tiandu Satellite TV, and Shake Shake Broadcast."

Wen Bin couldn't remember, he only knew that these were big names, real coffees. If there is a report from them, he is confident that his website will soon become popular and known to everyone.

He restrained his excitement, shook hands with them appropriately, and shared his original intention of starting the website and his future business model.

This is a literary feast and an innovation in business models.

During the banquet, these editors-in-chief frequently toasted Ye Tingman.

Ye Tingman did not refuse to come.

The federal's wine table culture has been authentically interpreted.

After a few cups, Ye Tingman's face flushed, and he was very cute. Her body was soft, half leaning on Wen Bin.

The raised wine glass was taken by Wen Bin, "You're drunk, you can't drink anymore, I'll do it for you." ”

She still went to grab it, but how could she have as much strength as Wen Bin. Wen Bin only drank a cup before he began to cough, and his face turned red.

"At school, he was a top student, and he didn't drink much, so the editors-in-chief should spare him." Ye Tingman explained for Wen Bin.

The editors-in-chief also felt bored, they didn't respect Wen Bin. But they all agreed to report on Wen Bin and his entrepreneurial story in the media.

After sending off the editors-in-chief, Wen Bin looked at Ye Tingman, "Where is your home?" I'll send you home. ”

Ye Tingman was still sane, blindfolded, and the breath he exhaled was all the smell of wine, "I can't go home, I won't go back today." ”

Wen Bin thought about it and understood, a girl is drunk like this, and no parent can be annoyed when she sees it. If you don't go home, where else can you go? You can't go to his bedroom, they're all big men.

In the end, Wen Bin carried Ye Tingman on his back and found a hotel nearby.

This is what he chose after comprehensively comparing several companies. He thought that with Ye Tingman's identity, he couldn't afford a five-star star for the time being, and it was acceptable to be economical but with good sanitary conditions. He asked the front desk, and he could still provide decanting tea, and the service was not bad.

After checking in, Wen Bin carried Ye Tingman upstairs, put her on the sofa, and went to the bathroom to help her put water, and the water temperature was adjusted to just right. "Can you go take a shower by yourself?"

Ye Tingman raised his eyes, his eyes were full of moisture, and he ignored him, "Don't I have a name?" It's always you, yours? ”

Weird rusty.

Wen Bin couldn't scream, he only felt blasphemous to the goddess. Thinking about it, he reflected his scalp, "Ye Xuemei? ”

In college, it is said that the senior of fire prevention, theft and prevention, she doesn't want to be his junior sister.

"Senior Sister Ye?"

Ye Tingman muttered, she was very satisfied with her junior sister, in it, the senior brother always loves the little sister the most.

"Little junior sister, can you take a bath by yourself?"

"No, I want you to help me." Ye Tingman blurted out.