This sentence, when all this is not a joke.
A lot of imposed pressure will come.
A real fan is afraid of getting scammed because of the person he likes, who knows how to be polite and doesn't tear people up.
All the efforts are in vain in front of this sentence.
The fat manager at Hei Yan's side really felt a headache, and raised his head to look in Feng Nai's direction.
I saw him sitting in the office chair, he didn't seem to have any emotions, but his eyes were very deep.
I understand what's going on, but I can't respond.
The fat manager walked back and forth: "If this continues, we..."
Before he finished speaking, Feng Yi set his sights on a message: "I didn't want to go so soon.""
"What?" The fat manager didn't respond.
Feng Yi turned his eyes sideways: "It's nothing, you can contact the resources in your hand, release the news, and tell everyone that I have indeed returned to China, and that I will hold a press conference tomorrow, and I don't need to say anything else."
"Now?" asked the fat manager.
Feng Yi: "Yes, by the way, send me the things that Xiao Nai sent to you, and I'll sort them out."
The fat manager's eyes paused: "How did Mr. Feng know that the young master sent me something?"
"You've been fidgeting since just now, and you don't really care about Mo Nan." Feng Yi's eyes were light when he said this.
Even the fat manager didn't see any other meaning in it.
He didn't think too much about why Feng always took Mo Bei to the south.
The only explanation now is that he can't bear to see someone come to talk about the Dimension, so it can still be said.
It can't be that he discovered a genius and wanted to praise Mo Beixiangnan...
The rhetoric has not stopped.
Yang Mengruo looked at the news on the Internet, and the corners of her mouth curled up.
She knew that Mo Nan couldn't get up at all.
With any trick, he can be trampled underfoot.
Not to mention, this time the manager's tactics are better than the previous ones.
Now, he shouldn't be bragging about how well Mo Nan played in today's game.
After all, the more it blows, the darker it becomes.
This time Yang Mengruo was even more sure that he was not on the wrong side. People like Mo Nan were not enough to fight at all.
She regretted having anything to do with him before.
Speaking of which, Mo Nan was also to blame.
Both are in a relationship.
She asked him to push himself more, but he refused.
He even said not to always do things in his name.
At that time, she was a little dissatisfied.
Later, she had such an opportunity, of course she would cherish it.
He only knows how to play games, so let him play games, sooner or later it will be cold.
People like Mo Nan who have remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years and don't follow the trend to secure fans, it's strange not to be eliminated.
Yang Mengruo thought that the other party had learned the lesson, but she didn't expect it to be the same.
If it is really that useful to play well, what else does the company need to do.
Likes can make or break a person.
Let Mo Nan guard the way he wants to go, and walk until it is dark.
Yang Mengruo stood up, her eyebrows and eyes stained with poison.
Soon, he will find that he has nowhere to go.
There will be more and more materials collected and distributed, and no one will believe that he just wants to simply play the game.
The current situation is simply good for them.
Wang Jun also wanted to celebrate ahead of time, and turned to Lu Yifan and said, "Mo Nan is out of luck this time, and those who don't make us earn attention will only be dealt with like this."
Lu Yifan didn't say a word, which in a sense had already acquiesced.
Wang Jun smiled and was about to turn off the computer.
At this moment, the hottest topic on the page suddenly changed!
(end of this chapter)