"You help me, and I'll repay you with a pillow afterwards."

Wang Chengyou laughed: "You don't know people yet, so you want to blow the pillow wind for me?" ”

Zheng Shuguang gave a bright smile that would never find any traces of obscenity: "I trust your aesthetics. You say that you have a bit of beauty, it must be a big beauty. Besides, you don't need to know people, you just need to experience the structure. Since she lived in the women's dormitory, she made sure that the structure was correct. ”

Wang Chengyou turned his head to look out the window, suppressed his selfishness to fulfill his thoughts, and still shook his head insistically: "Your own business." I'm not involved. Don't make me say it a third time. ”

Zheng Shuguang couldn't help but feel a stump in his heart. He didn't expect that Wang Chengyou's core turned out to be an upright and decent version.

"Count you ruthless." Zheng Shuguang shook his head and laughed.

Wang Chengyou didn't look back for a long time, he was afraid that Zheng Shuguang would be endless, and he was even more afraid that he would compromise endlessly.

Smart people never fall in the same place twice. Zheng Shuguang can't compare with King Kong, and the things Zheng Shuguang planned can't be compared with the responsibility that King Kong bears, so there is no need for him to bury hidden dangers for a small personal grudge.

What Wang Chengyou didn't expect was that a week later, Zheng Shuguang quickly caught Li Xinran's line.

I think it may be through his brother Zheng Shuxin's contact number of Li Xinran. Several times, Zheng Shu secretly said that he and Li Xinran had a hot fight, and he could influence Li Xinran and Wang Chengyou to diverge from the topic.

The current president of the student union of the college began to train Wang Chengyou. The so-called "training" is to teach by word and deed, and do everything together. Wang Chengyou is at ease in what he does.

"Chengyou, go to Jinqiao Academy on the weekend?" Early on Saturday morning, Zheng Shuguang's eyes flashed out.

Wang Chengyou fumbled in his schoolbag for a while, took out a car key, and threw it to Zheng Shuguang: "You can go by yourself." ”

"You're not going to see Mo Yan? Well? Are you willing not to see her? ”

Wang Chengyou turned his head and didn't look at Zheng Shuguang, who was proud of the spring breeze.

How could he not want to see Mo Yan! It was Mo Yan who said that she didn't have time to see him on the weekend. She's going to the big page interior space. The writer handed over to her. Wenhao actually hired her as a manager!

For a week, every time he thought about this, he wanted to vomit blood.

The writer actually hired Mo Yan as a manager, and what is even more outrageous is that Mo Yan actually agreed!

For the previous doubt, he can question the writer; The latter suspicion is inconvenient to ask Mo Yan.

To ask is to question Mo Yan's ability. It's not that he doubts Mo Yan's ability, it's that he believes that Mo Yan really doesn't have the ability to lead a studio.

A person who can't even see through the crooked intestines of his roommate actually fantasizes about leading a group of people to do business and make money? However, if you see through it, you can't say it. He waited for Mo Yan to hit the wall one after another, and came to him to cry, begging him to comfort her injured self-confidence......

Wenhao never answered his phone calls, did not reply to his messages, even if he used his roommate's mobile phone to contact him, he would not answer back. Wang Chengyou couldn't help but think, maybe what he got was the contact information discarded by the writer.

One or two, it's not like he can see it if he wants to.

Wang Chengyou had no choice but to devote his energy to the student union and his studies.

At the beginning of March, Wang Chengyou's first paper in his life was published. coincided with his father Wang Chen's business trip, so he made a special detour to Shanghai and invited the master's supervisor who tutored Wang Chengyou's thesis for a meal.

After this meal, the master's supervisor favored Wang Chengyou and expressed his desire to recommend him to go directly to a master's degree more than once. Wang Chengyou doesn't care much about academic qualifications, whether he studies for a master's degree or not depends on whether Mo Yan reads or not.

Baidu searched for the address of Da Page's indoor space, Wang Chengyou picked up his bag, left the campus, stopped a taxi, and went straight to Da Page's office. Can a living person suffocate urine? Joke.

The location of the big page is really like that.

On the top floor of a 5A office building in a regional core commercial center in Yangpu District, when you get out of the elevator, the dark blue glass on your left hand blocks a part of the sun's sharpness, and the outside world suddenly becomes virtual and quiet. Looking down, all living beings can see the mountains at their feet.

It is worthy of being an indoor company, and the small environment is particularly well created. When Wang Chengyou knocked on the front glass door of the big page, for a moment, the fragrance of flowers was blowing on his face, and for three or five seconds, he forgot that he was looking for fault.

"How can I help you?" The front desk, who was not young, stood up and greeted Wang Chengyou quite politely.

Wang Chengyou retracted his gaze from left to right looking at the interior, and smiled at the front desk: "Mr. Tang." I'm here to see Mr. Tang Wenhao. ”

The front desk looked at Wang Chengyou suspiciously: "Are you sure the address is right?" We don't have a boss surnamed 'Tang' here. ”

"Is there a surname 'Wen'? Writer? ”

The receptionist shook his head more and more suspiciously. Seeing that Wang Chengyou's gaze had lost its initial politeness.

"What's your boss's last name? Surname 'Fan'? Don't tell me the last name is 'Mo'! ”

"You've really been fooled."

Wang Chengyou secretly scolded sh*t, not wanting to continue to entangle with the front desk, so he said, "I'm here to see Mo Yan." ”

"Have you made an appointment?"

Wang Chengyou did not hesitate: "Make an appointment, right now." If you don't believe it, ask her, I'm Wang Chengyou. ”

Wang Chengyou's speech and demeanor carried an invisible domineering, which made the front desk feel oppressive. Under Wang Chengyou's gaze, the front desk had no choice but to call Mo Yan: "Mr. Mo, a gentleman named Wang Chengyou, said to make an appointment with you to meet at this moment." ”

Mr. Mo?! Wang Chengyou almost laughed. This title really doesn't match the fragrant 3 soft girl in his impression.

Mo Yan said something on the phone, and the front desk nodded.

Looking at the front desk and hanging up the phone, Wang Chengyou, who was waiting to be invited into the reception room, suddenly listened: "I'm sorry, Mr. Mo asked you to come back." ”

"What?"

"Mr. Mo asked you to come back."

Wang Chengyou gradually focused, staring at the front desk, making the front desk short of breath. After a while, the front desk came to his senses, chased after Wang Chengyou and said, "Please stop." Please don't break in. Please ......"

The vast majority of the 300-square-meter office area is open and clear at a glance. Three enclosed rooms, one for meeting rooms and two for offices. The doors to the conference room and office are open.

Mo Yan is not in the office. Mr. Fan in Mo Yan's mouth is not there. The writer is not there.

"What about them?"

Wang Chengyou turned around and asked the front desk, his eyes showing a fierce light.

The front desk couldn't help but take a step back: "Mr. Mo basically doesn't come to the office, and Mr. Fan has always come and gone without a trace...... Why am I telling you? ”

"And another? An old man in his 30s who barely looks good? ”

The front desk widened. What is this new way of describing?

"Poof~" The writer was not wary, and sprayed half a sip of rich hand-ground freshly brewed coffee. A 30-year-old man? Can you barely look good? It turns out that eavesdropping is also risky.

Mr. Fan handed over a napkin in time, thinking that Wenhao was coughing for a while: "It doesn't matter, right?" ”

"It's fine." Wenhao gently glued the coffee spot on the placket with a paper towel, then picked up the phone and hung up the Bluetooth.

Mo Yan went to the bathroom, and at this moment of relative silence, he turned on the monitor, and when he heard such a vigorous description, he didn't blame him for his gaffe.

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