Rebirth: National Crown Prince

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"Prince, do you have any other instructions?" Xiao Hei asked respectfully.

Wan Zexi leaned back on the sofa, crossed his legs, raised his arms, and rested his elbows on the sofa. The back of his white and tender hands was concealed in front of his lips, and his slender jade-like fingers gently tapped back and forth. A few times, it was very tempting.

"What do you think of that Wan Qingxue?"

Today at the stairs, the young man met Wang Qingxue, whom she had not seen for a long time.

Xiao Hei was startled in his heart, but on the surface he replied calmly: "The work is efficient, the details are in place, and everything is pretty good."

"Oh?" The young man curled his lips and looked like he was smiling, "It seems that you are very satisfied with her, Xiao Hei."

Xiao Hei: "Can't talk about it."

As Wan Lin's subordinate, he had met many people, and there was no shortage of geniuses in various industries.

Wan Qingxue's behavior was not enough to make Xiao Hei look at her seriously.

"Her academic qualifications are not bad. It is said that she skipped a grade in high school and then went directly to college. She was admitted to a pretty good university." Xiao Hei said solemnly: "What makes me confused is that her grades in elementary school and junior high school are all With that kind of generalization, why do your grades suddenly get better?"

Hearing this, Wan Zexi narrowed her eyes. She still had some impressions of Wan Qingxue when she was in junior high school. Because she was introverted and didn't speak much, she was often ostracized by her classmates.

The whole image gave people a lifeless look, which led to even the teachers not liking her very much.

"If you are not good at studying, it does not mean you are not smart." Wan Zexi looked at the scenery outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

Xiao Hei was silent, and suddenly thought of the prince's junior high school days, skipping classes, going to Internet cafes, fighting, and handing in blank papers. In high school, it was even more outrageous, skipping school directly.

Xiao Hei was not surprised that the prince was admitted to Yunnan University. No matter what, the prince was still Wan Lin's son.

Wan Zexi's eyes were half-squinted, and his arms were stretched out lazily, "Go and do your work first!"

Xiao Hei responded and then left.

Just then the phone on the desk vibrated.

Caller ID: Zhang Xiaodong.

I think I came to her to inquire about Mo Yu.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaodong's irritable voice came from over there: "Where is my artist? Is he with you now? You don't even answer the phone when you call him."

The young man's eyes were half-dozing lazily, "He's been busy recently. If you have any questions, just call me."

Zhang Xiaodong: "What is he busy with? The game has ended long ago." Although the young man's tone was lazy, Zhang Xiaodong's momentum subconsciously weakened.

After all, he had better not be irritable in front of this big boss.

After all, who made his artist fall in love with a big boss that no one can afford to offend?

Seeing that Zhang Xiaodong's tone was much softer, the young man didn't pay much attention. After all, it wasn't the first time or two that he saw Zhang Xiaodong like this.

Zhang Xiaodong seemed to have thought of something, and there was a trace of temptation in his eyes, "Well... did you know that my artist has been frequently searched recently?"

Hearing this, Wan Zexi paused on his shaking toes, and then said after a while: "I haven't been online recently."

Wan Zexi is a young man who doesn't like the Internet very much, especially software like Weibo.

In addition to the official accounts on Weibo, other big V posts are all non-nutritious things, and even a trivial matter can be frequently searched.

It can be said that in her last life, Wan Zexi could no longer be a Buddhist. For her, her mobile phone will only be used to send messages and answer calls.

Someone once ridiculed her, saying that she lived a more ascetic life than a monk.