"It's so handsome!!"
On the way to the company, Wen Wen called out directly from the co-pilot with his mobile phone in his hand.
Wen Li was taken aback, and she clutched her chest and blamed, "As my assistant, you are crazy about other male artists. I will deduct your salary."
"No, no, is it another male artist, it's Mr. Song Yan."
"I've seen it so many times, so why? A little girl is a little girl," Wen Liqie said, leaning back in her seat to continue resting, but stretched out her hand again after a few seconds, "He took a new pictorial? Show me. "
"No, sister, you can see for yourself."
Wenwen couldn't explain clearly, so he handed the phone to Wen Li directly.
Wen Li glanced at the trending searches, her expression fixed, and she watched a trending search for an official endorsement for more than ten minutes.
At this time, a message came from the phone, and it vibrated twice in his hand, Wenwen reminded in a low voice: "Sister, someone sent me a message."
"Oh." Wen Li regained consciousness and returned the phone.
It was a WeChat message from a college classmate.
"I, Gou Biwen, believed your persuasion and advised me not to take salt. Now that everyone around me is fucking taking salt, it seems that I don't fit in. My social life was ruined by you! How can you pay for it!"
"As soon as the popular endorsement search came out, all the little sisters in my group were screaming and I was stunned!"
"Whether the copywriting to show affection was thought up by the government or by the grain of salt!"
"Just say what the officials think so I can still struggle!"
Wen Wen is actually clear about the marriage status of Wen Li and Song Yan, so when a college classmate with a good relationship comes to her to gossip, she can't go against professional ethics and tell the truth, but she is afraid that her friend will fall into the pit too deeply. If you can't get out, you can only gently remind your friends not to fall into the trap.
As a result, since she appeared on the couple variety show, sometimes seeing my sister and Teacher Song together, whether it was looking at each other or talking, even she was confused, and the corners of her mouth often showed uncontrollable smiles that she didn't realize.
Wenwen swallowed, and tentatively said, "Sister, did you know the official announcement copy in advance?"
"have no idea."
"Then... Did Teacher Song come up with this copywriting?"
Wen Li was puzzled, and felt that Wen Wen's question was too amateurish, so she said firmly, "He's a spokesperson, not a copywriter."
Wenwen nodded, lowered her head and said to her college classmates, you can still struggle a little longer.
We can all still struggle a little bit more, don't fall into the pit of real CP just because you are fascinated by the sugar-coated bullets for a while.
Because of Wenwen's trivial question, Wen Li began to think about it instead.
She glanced at the wechat message she sent to Song Yan not long after the show was recorded.
Wen Li: "[Weibo text]"
It's a weibo discussing the same couple's watch that she and Xu Xingyue wear.
Wen Li: "I wore this watch for the first two days of offline activities, but this person also wore the same watch"
Wen Li: "vomit jpg"
Wen Li: "I cue this watch on purpose when recording the program, I want Sister Dan to find someone to send a draft saying that this is a customized watch."
Her original plan was to let people notice that she and Xu Xingyue had collided with each other first, so it was deliberately mentioned on the show, so that Xu Xingyue would be even more embarrassing.
Song Yan: "Wait a minute, I'm talking with the brand side"
Then Wen Li waited for more than ten minutes, but Song Yan didn't reply. She wondered if she seemed too petty by doing so.
Does he feel that he is petty and wants to compete with others for a watch
After struggling for a while, Wen Li rarely compromised for his sake.
Wen Li: "When will your endorsement be officially announced? If you can't expose it in advance, I will bear with it."
At this time the man returned.
Song Yan: "Wouldn't it make you angrier if I let you bear it?"
Wen Li: "You gave me this watch, so you must always consider your feelings."
Song Yan: "What about your feelings?"
Wen Li wants to say that I'm okay, but she's not the kind of broad-minded person.
So she tried to tell him a little waywardly.
Wen Li: "Mr. Song, I'm so happy."
The text she typed didn't even have a single punctuation mark, but it was enough for people to understand her petulant and willful thoughts at a glance.
It's obviously her and Song Yan's couple's watch, Xu Xingyue, who is a scholar, has nothing to do with learning from her, but wants to imitate her to wear this watch.
Song Yan: "Touch your head jpg"
Song Yan: "Understood"
Wen Li thought for a long time, but didn't understand what he meant by "understand".
She didn't understand until Wenwen showed her the copy of the official announcement.
Wen Li: "I saw the hot search"
Wen Li: "How much is JL's copywriting a month? I want to poach him to write a draft for me."
She thought about her words to make sure her tone didn't look so happy.
Song Yan: "Then how much do you plan to pay me? Too little to quit"
Wen Li thought about it at this moment.
Originally, she had a strange feeling towards him recently, but she subconsciously avoided the breeding of this feeling, because she didn't want to get involved with the husband who agreed to marry him except for the contract and physical needs.
The contract is in black and white, and the physiological needs are the instincts of adults. The former has legal effects, and they restrict each other, while the latter is satisfied, and no one loses.
Since my mother passed away, my father didn't go back to Yancheng very often. He left his children and traveled around the world, drinking and making friends. He seemed to be unrestrained and relaxed, but he would often call her and Xu Li regardless of the time difference, crying and saying that he wanted to The mother of their siblings.
Grandpa and uncle actually often miss their mother, but they all have more important things to do, work, life, no matter how much they miss the deceased, they still have to live their own lives.
The difference is that father and mother are lovers, they love each other.
Emotion is something that can't calculate profit and loss.
There is nothing you can do if you get planted, and you deserve it no matter how much you suffer afterwards.
What a free heart. She has lived happily for more than 20 years. So many people like her. She is not short of love or money. She has family and friends. It is enough to enjoy the feeling of being loved. Love This kind of hurtful thing is really dispensable, why a person who doesn't pay attention becomes the one who gives his heart.
The uncontrollable heartbeat made her really unwilling, but she had no choice, if she fell, she would fall.
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Wen Li: "I can't afford it, you are too expensive"
Song Yan: "Not expensive"
Posting these two words seems to be too upside down.
But withdrew it seemed that he couldn't take a joke.
Forget it, let's go back like this.
In the CEO's office of Boshi Entertainment, Bo Sen opened a bottle of red wine and was about to pour it for Song Yan when the man put down his phone and gently covered the mouth of the glass with his hand.
"I have to go home at night, so I can't drink."
"Why can't I drink when I get home?" Bo Sen stopped talking here, and suddenly remembered, "I forgot, you have a camera in your house now."
Song Yan raised his eyebrows and agreed.
Bo Sen had no choice but to drink alone.
"Your manager was still haggling with JL yesterday, thinking about getting some more wool, but you are good. Just after talking with him, someone posted an official announcement on Weibo." Bo Sen took a sip of his wine, sighed, and looked white. In the tone of a part-time job, "You drafted the copy, did they pay you for it?"
Song Yan didn't feel it was a pity: "The endorsement fee is enough, it's a gift."
Bo Sen joked: "Oh, why is Mr. Song Yan, who we fight for every penny, suddenly so generous? I was filming and studying for a degree in business before. I wish I could earn enough money in my life. Today, I even gave away the copywriting I personally thought of. Have you given it to the brand?"
"It's not a gift, the copyright of the text is still with me."
"... Tsk, you're even more profiteer than me." Bo Sen looked at him, and suddenly his fox eyes narrowed into thin lines, and he scrutinized the person in front of him, "Is it because of that girl Wen Li?"
Song Yan didn't deny it either: "Help her out."
Bo Sen smacked his lips, and while tasting the wine, he also tasted other profound meanings.
"It's also strange. Two years ago, this girl's public opinion had an accident. Her uncle gave a verbal order that none of us who are young should come forward to help her. You married her by chance. That female star named Zheng or something You want to grab resources, and then you took this variety show by chance, and now she has hit the clock with someone, and you wrote a copy by hand. Why do you have so many hands, Ayan?"
Speaking of this, Bo Sen raised the corners of his lips and looked at Song Yan with a half-smile.
Song Yan stared at him with the end of his eyes, his eyes were deep like a turbulent sea, and he couldn't see his emotions clearly.
"What are you so angry about?"
"They're all men, so it's no fun to pretend to be confused. You like that girl, right? You can't fool me as an old hand in love."
Song Yan smiled, and said in a calm tone, "It's only now that I see it, it seems that you, a veteran in love, also have a false reputation."
Bo Sen opened his eyes wide: "Hey, you sophistry." After a pause, he explained for himself, "I have already seen the clues, otherwise a good single man would be able to dig into the grave of marriage, but you Didn't you hate her in high school?"
Every time he answers people, he just ignores them, Wen Li is very angry, Song Yan ignores her, and she ignores Song Yan.
One is a good friend, and the other is a childhood sweetheart, but the two do not get along, which makes Bo Sen, who is caught in the middle, a headache.
Song Yan said in a low voice: "I never hated her."
At that time, Bo Sen always liked to tease Wen Li, and often said that this was my childhood sweetheart and fiancee in front of others. As time went by, when people in their school saw Wen Li coming to play, they couldn't remember the girl's name, but they remembered that it was Brother Sen. childhood sweetheart and fiancee.
Although Wen Li was very resistant to Bo Sen teasing her like this, the more angry she got, the more energetic he became. Later, she came up with a trick to introduce him to everyone, and instead of saying that he was Brother Bo Sen, she just said that it was me who hadn't been trained. fiancé.
It sounds like flirting in the eyes of others.
Song Yan took all these into his eyes as Bo Sen's friend.
Wen Li was slow to respond, and turned a blind eye to other people's misunderstandings. Anyway, everyone dared not face her when they were joking, but Song Yan was very clear about Bo Sen's reaction.
Teasing and teasing, it seemed that the boy's heart was lost.
Bo Sen once chatted with Song Yan and talked about his inner thoughts. He always regarded Wen Li as a younger sister. First, both parents talked about the marriage family. He resisted just like Wen Li. He felt that getting together with Wen Li was simply incest. But slowly, he began to feel that if he could just have such a quarrel with this beautiful and flamboyant girl, it would be a good idea to live a lifetime with happy friends.
But this girl doesn't understand, or she understands, but she doesn't want to understand.
She only wants to be friends with Bo Sen, brother and sister, and childhood sweetheart, and she resists from the bottom of her heart to develop other relationships with him, so when he occasionally pretends to joke to her, "Or you just accept your fate", she is very upset immediately. Hurtingly scolded him.
Then Bo Sen's small thoughts that were just about to move were completely extinguished. It would be great to fall in love with other girls, who are gentle and considerate. Who is like this girl, who has a beautiful face for nothing, but is a small explosive barrel. Anyone who chases after her There is no boy in the world who hasn't been insulted by her "take a look at yourself in the mirror first".
"If you like her, it's not so obvious that you don't like her. It's okay if she's slow to see it. If she sees it, she's not interested in you. You just wait for your dignity to be trampled under her feet."
This was Bo Sen's advice to other men who only looked at faces later.
Seeing his good brother unfortunately stumbled in this agreed marriage contract, Bo Sen felt heartbroken from the bottom of his heart.
"A Yan, you said that you are almost thirty, why is your immunity worse than when you were eighteen? You were so annoying at that time, every time Wen Li looked at you, you didn't even bother to give alms Yes." Bo Sen thought for a while, and found a reason for him, "Or is it because she didn't bloom before, so you can resist it, but now that she blooms, you are seduced? Tsk, disaster, this The girl is an absolute disaster, created by God to abuse us men."
In fact, Wen Li's character is not really likable, and those who hate her will not like her anyway.
But those who like her can't let go.
It's so special, as long as you are attracted by her, you can't move away.
Bo Sen asked: "Would you like me, a veteran in love, to give you some advice?"
"Don't worry too much, don't contact her if you have nothing to do." Song Yan looked at him with an indifferent tone, "Ex-fiance."
Bo Sen curled his lips, and said in disbelief, "I didn't blame you for prying my ex-fiancee's corner of the wall, you've got a small stomach first."
Song Yan suddenly said softly: "She should have been my fiancee."
Bo Sen chuckled twice, and said carelessly: "You just transferred to Yancheng in your sophomore year of high school, and you have been working as your landlord's young master in Aocheng before, who fooled you."
Song Yan didn't speak any more.
Except for work, he often looks lazy, with his eyelids downcast, and doesn't like to talk to anyone.
Bo Sen has been able to be friends with him for so many years, it is because Bo Sen is a talker, and Song Yan complements each other perfectly.
"Recently, I had dinner with the CEO of Lice Media. His company and Satellite TV jointly organized a reality show of acting competition. In the final episode, I would like to invite you to be an assistant guest. Let me tell you about it. I watched it. Their tribute list includes your movie and the TV series of that girl. That girl is as dull as a thousand-year-old bastard, but she is really good at acting. How about you guys come on that show and have a romantic relationship? "
Song Yan raised his eyelids to look at him, as if he was considering this proposal.
Bo Sen was waiting for him to think about it when Song Yan's phone on the table vibrated.
Song Yan wanted to get it, but Bai Senyi leaned over and snatched it away: "You keep thinking, I already promised him verbally, and I will answer the phone for you."
I looked at the caller ID, "Teacher Wen".
Yo, his ex-fiancee, the little powder barrel, a gentle girl.
Song Yan: "Who is calling?"
"Unfamiliar number." Bo Sen said perfunctorily, pressing the answer button on purpose.
"Teacher Song." The voice of a sweet girl came out, awkward and sticky, "When are you going home?"
Person suddenly opened his eyes wide.
Song Yan saw that his expression was not right, and frowned: "Who is calling?"
Bo Sen murmured, "Oh my god, the little powder keg has turned into a little vixen."