"Who is number 0323?"

"Oh my God, who! Who took the number 0323 and was so lucky. ”

"Who is so **** lucky!"

"It's pie in the sky, who the hell is it?"

Everyone was looking around, wondering who would be drawn.

"Editor-in-Chief Gao, I just saw your number, you are 0323, right?" The people around him exclaimed, and everyone looked at Gao Wanjing.

At this moment, Gao Wanjing was shocked, she never thought that she would be selected.

"I'll go, that's fine!"

"Editor-in-Chief Gao brings breakfast to Director Music every day, what she likes is Director Music, how can this be."

"Shh......h I don't want to work in Ningshe anymore, dare to say that, editor-in-chief Gao. ”

"Who's 0323?" The master of ceremonies said loudly with the microphone.

"Wanjing, congratulations." Le Yu looked at Gao Wanjing at this time, full of congratulations.

When Gao Wanjing heard this, she raised her eyes to look at him and asked sincerely.

"Are you really congratulating me?"

"yes." Leyu responded with a smile.

"It's me, I'm 0323!" Gao Wanjing was shocked at first, and then raised the numbered plate of her finger and said.

Everyone made way for Gao Wanjing, and everyone looked at her differently.

Eat one's heart out.

Envy.

Exasperation.

However, they can only express with their eyes, and the final result of the prom lottery is that no objections are allowed.

Yin Shishi looked at the number in her hand, the pinched bone joints turned white, but her face was calm.

Gao Wanjing walked onto the main stage, and the master of ceremonies hurriedly handed the microphone to her mouth and asked, "Tell everyone your name and position." ”

At this moment, Gao Wanjing looked at Le Yu not far away with a pale face, just glanced at her and lowered her eyes and said, "I am Gao Wanjing, the editor-in-chief of the art department." ”

"It turned out to be Editor-in-Chief Gao, congratulations on being selected by Mr. Yun, you can dance with Mr. Yun, and you can also share a candlelight dinner with Mr. Yun."

Yun Zichen has stepped down from the stage and handed over the main stage to others to continue the lottery.

"I'm not convinced, it must be predetermined." Xiaowei complained quietly.

"If you don't accept it, there's no way, it's already been drawn, and it's not our turn."

"Don't be discouraged, there is no Mr. Yun, and Mr. Fei."

"Yes, yes, and Mr. Fei, don't be disappointed."

The second lottery was the vice president, and now all the women begged not to be drawn, after all, the vice president is always a married old man who is dozens of years old.

When the number is pronounced, some people rejoice, and some people are sad.

"Look at your number." Chu Yu walked to Yun Yiyi's side at this time and reminded: "After a while, Mr. Fei will draw numbers, don't miss it." ”

"Humph!" Yun Yiyi snorted coldly, Fei Mo didn't answer the phone and didn't reply to the text message, which made her feel terrible, she glared at Chu Yu and said angrily: "There are so many people, randomly selected, this is more difficult than the emperor choosing a concubine, it is not my turn, even if it is my turn, I am not uncommon to dance with Mr. Fei." ”

Chu Yu was helpless, "Anyway, you are optimistic about your number, I am a person like Yushu Linfeng who has to go to the stage to draw numbers, it's a big deal that I will draw you, let's dance together." ”

"I don't want it." Yun Yiyi directly refused.

Chu Yu looked at Yun Yiyi with an aggrieved expression, "Are you disgusting me?" ”

"Yes, I hate you very much." Yun Yiyi nodded solemnly, "Even if Mr. Yun wins me, I won't dance, anyway, whoever wins the lottery won't go on stage, and I won't dance." ”

Chu Yu was amused when he heard it, "Okay, I'll see if you can go on stage, if you are drawn by someone else, if you don't go on stage, I will give you 2,000 red envelopes, and if you go on stage, you will give me 3,000 red envelopes." ”

"Why!" Yun Yiyi looked at Chu Yu angrily, "Don't bet with you." ”

Chu Yu smiled very happily, "You said that no matter who draws you, you won't go on stage, as long as you don't go on stage, I will give you 2,000 yuan, don't you want the 2,000 yuan given for nothing?" ”

"......" Yun Yiyi glanced at Chu Yu and stretched out her hand directly towards him, "Give me two thousand yuan first." ”

Chu Yu slapped his pocket, "I don't have any cash on me, or as long as you don't come to power, I'll go out and get two thousand yuan in cash for you immediately." ”

"Good!" Yun Yiyi didn't even think about agreeing directly, "Give me 2,000 yuan, and invite me to a meal in the rain pavilion." ”

The last time I had dinner, I was disturbed by Yun Zichen's mother suddenly appearing.

This time Chu Yu sent it to the door, she had to eat him.

"Okay, good, I promise you." Chu Yu looked at Yun Yiyi with a smile, and his eyes were full of confidence to win her.

After Chu Yu finished speaking, he walked to the front desk.

Yun Yiyi held her mobile phone in her hand, looking displeased like an angry little daughter-in-law.

"Yun Chang, are you also unhappy because Yun Chang is gone?" Yin Shishi walked up to Yun Yiyi and asked.

"Who is rare about him?" Yun Yiyi said directly.

Yin Shishi was stunned for a moment, "Then why are you so unhappy?" ”

"It's just a bad mood." Yun Yiyi glanced at Yin Shishi and didn't want to talk to her at all.

"What's your number?" Yin Shishi asked Yun Yiyi.

"Here you go." Yun Yiyi took off the number pinned to the hem of the clothes and put it directly in Yin Shishi's hand, "I'll wait for Assistant Chu to give me two thousand yuan and I'll go home." ”

Yin Shishi was stunned, she looked at the number in her hand, and asked, "Why did you wait for Assistant Chu to give two thousand yuan?" ”

"He owes me money." Yun Yiyi exhaled, looked at Chu Yu who happened to be drawing numbers on the platform, and snorted twice.

Chu Yu is doomed!

Yin Shishi smiled, "Two numbers, Yun Chang intends to increase my chances of being drawn." ”

"Isn't it good?" Yun Yiyi pulled out a smile.

"Very good." Yin Shishi shrugged.

At this time, after Chu Yu finished smoking, he subconsciously looked at Yun Yiyi, who was unhappy in the corner, and smiled.

At this time, Yun Zichen came to the stage in person, and his face was calm and he couldn't see his joy or anger.

"Now it's the eighth place to draw your number, I think you have all watched it for so long, and you also know that Mr. Fei has not yet appeared, so the eighth place will have Mr. Fei Finale, good luck to you."

After saying that, he made a gesture of please towards the VI passage that came to the stage.

At this time, Fei Mo walked on the red carpet to the main stage.

For a moment, everyone looked at him with bated breath.

Men worship, women are nymphomaniacs.

Under the short hair, there is an angular face, like a god's mansion, a pair of narrow phoenix eyes are cold and black, as if hiding the domineering strength of the bloody wind and rain, with a high nose bridge, beautiful thin lips, handsome and extraordinary.

A well-cut black suit, lined with a long figure, exudes a cold and noble momentum.

The spotlight shone on him, giving him a layer of brilliance, like a god high above, perfect to make people unable to take their eyes off at all, and even more surrendered.

The long and narrow phoenix eyes swept the stunned crowd in the audience, and his slender arm reached into the glass box and took out a number directly from it.

Open, his voice deep and magnetic.

“1314。”

When Yun Yiyi heard Yun Zichen say that Fei Mo drew numbers, she hurriedly looked over, and when she saw him appear like a king in the light of God, she herself was stunned.

He was always so perfect.

Perfect for her to be a nymphomaniac.

"Who is 1314?" The emcee asked, holding the microphone.

A group of nymphomaniac women hurriedly looked at the number in their hands, and then sighed and cried.

Yin Shishi's eyes widened when she saw the two numbers in her hand.