God of Life

"Is my cell phone number so easy to find?"

Wang Yan complained to An Xiaofang, and Boss An pursed his lips and smiled, not answering.

Yes, she has one.

In fact, this matter is very normal, the circle is neither big nor small, and you can get connected with two detours. If someone wants to ask for a mobile phone number, it is difficult to hide it because of emotion and reason.

The white list of the elder and younger can block calls, but not text messages.

Banks, insurance companies, telecommunications companies, and messy organizations can send text messages with a special logo.

What is the specific mechanism, Wang Yan doesn't understand, anyway, the spam messages have never stopped.

The current mobile phone number is too bad and the level of interception is not enough. It is really time to change to a high-level good number.

There was no rush to change the number, Wang Yan was free and started dialing text messages.

In a nutshell - all kinds of invitations.

There are all kinds of euphemistic, straightforward, explicit, and naked.

When he opened a multimedia message, the young and old were taken aback.

I'll go, such a pink butterfly!

It was a tattoo, spread apart by two fingers, and displayed in the center of the photo, showing every detail.

Such a beautiful tattoo... 90 points, right?

Wang Yan felt a little shocked, and his mood was ready to move... because nothing else would let him move.

Tsk tsk, this girl is really hardworking!

Looking at the text in the text message, the young master quickly remembered the girl's situation——

Non-major, 18 years old, auditioned for the role of Xiaoduo, with a pure face with a bulging front and back, all three items are not low, the only thing is that her acting skills are poor.

Do you want... Guidance?

As soon as Liu Li's relatives came, the eldest son began to hold back, and sparks flew up and down, spontaneously combusting without wind every morning.

If money can settle the situation, Wang Yan doesn't mind spending money to defeat the fire.

The women in the immovable company are the basic leadership quality, but the wild flowers outside do not have such concerns, they only need to look at the score.

Wang Yan didn't know how other gods, rich and young thought about this kind of thing, anyway, he found it very exciting.

What the young and old hate the most is that unfamiliar women want to talk to themselves every time they meet, such as Li Shuyun, a senior from the Academy of Fine Arts, who doesn't want to give her a chance.

If it is clear that chariots and horses are greedy for their own money and their bodies, then she is a good girl.

Please, the society is so chaotic, who is pretending to be innocent?

Everyone is busy, keep it simple and direct, don't live a dying hypocrisy at the most passionate and brilliant age.

There are still at least 40 years to be used for hypocrisy, but there are only so many youths, it is shameful to waste it, and it is a crime to squander it.

The biggest squandering of youth is to be muddleheaded, timid, not daring to go according to one's own mind, and missing nothing.

Ever since Wang Yan got the system, he didn't intend to get used to it.

A controlled wave is still a wave in essence, not following the rules.

Controlling desires does not mean extinction of passion and desires, young and old have always had a B number in their hearts.

So he cheerfully returned two words to the girl: "Pretty!"

An understatement flirts, and then there is no further comment, and I plan to discuss it later when the time is right.

Anyway, she will always be ready, no rush.

Looking through a few more text messages, they all felt the same. Wang Yan was about to lock the screen when he suddenly saw a "special" text message.

Especially in the first few words.

"Producer Wang, I'm Wang Haiou..."

Huh?

what's the situation?

The young master clicked on the text message with great interest, and read it.

"...Thank you very much for your optimism and support. Seagull is deeply honored and stressed. When do you have time? I would like to treat you to a light meal. I have many questions to ask you..."

A very official, very polite text message.

This is the difference between established stars and bottom newcomers.

Text messages, WeChat, and even cell phone calls are not safe, and they are euphemistic, which is a manifestation of self-protection awareness.

And newcomers are not qualified to be tactful, and to seize the only opportunity to climb up is to be upright.

Wang Yan thought for about 3 seconds and decided to give them a chance.

Say hello to An Xiaofang and Wang Muye: "You guys are busy, I'm going to make an appointment.

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Then Shi Shiran retreated under the tacit gaze of the two people.

Go out and take the elevator to the 79th floor and find Guomao 79 restaurant.

It's lunch time now, and there are vacancies in the restaurant, but there are no boxes.

Wang Yan was not in a hurry, and asked the beauty at the front desk with a smile: "Can I trouble you to ask the executive chef of your hotel? My Golden Circle VIP points should be quite high, maybe I have some privileges."

The little beauty was surprised, but seeing Young Master Wang's demeanor and aura, she reported it decisively.

In fact, Wang Dashao's privilege in the hotel under Xiangji is not "quite high", but very high.

Thanks to the unified management, within 3 minutes after the young lady reported his name, the executive chef of the hotel hurried downstairs and greeted him enthusiastically.

This was a middle-aged white man named Griide, who took a sip of Mediterranean Beijing movies, and immediately arranged a small box for four people for Wang Yan, and brought in Nathan, the chef of the restaurant.

After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Yan started sending them text messages.

The message to Wang Haiou was: "I'm going to have dinner with my friends, welcome if you don't mind."

What was sent to Lu Fei was: "Guomao 79 restaurant, please report Mr. Wang's name at the front desk."

Lu Fei is the girl with a lot of courage and pink tattoos. I want to emphasize it again: her face is pure and protruding.

Wang Yan is really quiet when he's not making waves, but no one can stop him when he's making waves.

Two completely irrelevant women who both had some kind of intentions, were abruptly brought together by him, I'm afraid it wasn't exciting enough.

Artistic people are bold?

In fact, it is more indifferent to the result.

It's just a meal, and the process is interesting enough.

Lu Fei didn't go far after the audition, and soon came to the restaurant. It took less than a minute to see Wang Yan, and Wang Haiou also arrived.

The waiter led Wang Haiou in, and the two beauties were taken aback when they saw each other.

Wang Yan suppressed a smile to introduce them.

"Wang Haiou, my second female lead in this movie."

"Lu Fei, a very interesting little sister."

After staring wide-eyed for a few seconds, Lu Feiqiang greeted with a smile: "Hello, Miss Ou..."

Wang Haiou was more stable and smiled decently: "Hi, nice to meet you."

Then continue to stare wide-eyed.

The two of them were unfamiliar with Wang Yan, and they didn't know the relationship between the other party and Wang Yan. They were tied up, and it was difficult to find a topic.

Wang Yan was also very mean. He concentrated on looking at the menu and communicating with chef Nathan about the dishes. He didn't mean to help at all.

But at the moment, the eldest and younger are still very charming, leaning their elbows on the table, clasping their hands together, listening intently to Nathan's babbling—that buddy speaks either French or Spanish, and the two beauties didn't understand a single word.

Looking at First Young Master Wang's calm expression of nodding his head from time to time, he was immediately in awe.

Wang Shao's posture is elegant and learned, and he is in love with love!

Just as he was infatuated with nympho, Wang Yan finally opened his mouth and came up with a sentence in corn stubble English: "Just do your best!"

Lu Fei's English level is very poor, but she is a little skeptical: this accent...why is it a bit weird?

In a trance, she suddenly thought of Charlotte's troubles, and the song "Erdi Laoga, Hold on to Jiegetuner" immediately reverberated in her mind. The magical melody made her shake her feet.

Wang Haiou knew better, his expression almost collapsed.

Can this sentence still be used like this?

In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, Nathan obviously understood, and raised three fingers: "OK, OK!"

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