Reborn I don't need a heroine

With Xu Xiaxia's help, Pei Ningle tidied herself up extra delicately and beautifully, put on double ponytails, put on a delicate girly shirt, and sat at the table to start the video.

Of course, there is no need to pay attention to the places where the camera cannot see. For comfort, she wore baggy pajama bottoms.

When Wang Heng's face appeared on the screen, Pei Ningle couldn't wait to shout: "I received the doll you sent, so cute!"

After finishing speaking, the girl hugged the cute pink rabbit and showed it to the camera.

Wang Heng said, "This is not a doll."

Pei Ningle couldn't help asking: "What is that? A pillow?"

"It's actually a massage pillow," Wang Heng explained with gestures, "Lie down, lean your neck against it, and press the button in the middle of the rabbit's ears, yes, then you can let it massage."

As he said, Pei Ningle got up from the chair, lay down on the bed, put the rabbit pillow under his neck, and pressed the switch.

Immediately afterwards, the strength of the massage appeared, acting on the neck, making the girl squint her eyes comfortably.

"That button is not just a switch, press it again, it can also adjust the intensity of the massage..." Wang Heng continued to explain, but strangely, there seemed to be a smile in his voice.

Pei Ningle pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized. She quickly sat up and looked at the computer screen - sure enough, her pajama pants appeared in the video!

The girl quickly sat back in her seat. Looking at Wang Heng's smiling face, she said with some shame, "What are you laughing at, I've never seen pajama pants before!"

Wang Heng smiled openly and said, "I see, it's very cute, and it matches that rabbit pillow very well."

Pei Ningle: "...do you really think it's cute?"

Wang Heng: "Actually, you look cute in whatever you wear."

Pei Ningle: "Really?"

Wang Heng affirmed: "Of course."

Pei Ningle curled her lips: "It's no wonder I believe you! By the way, the song I wrote this month has already been recorded today. Isn't it amazing?"

Wang Heng: "Super powerful."

Pei Ningle: "Then do you want to listen?"

Wang Heng: "Of course, please satisfy your number one fan."

Pei Ningle couldn't help laughing and said: "You are the number one fan, and Xiao Xun also said that she is my number one fan, do you want to have a fight and decide who should be in order?"

Wang Heng's expression did not change, and he continued calmly: "It's like the Big Three should have four people, and the number one fan has two people. This is a very reasonable thing."

Pei Ningle: "If you say it's reasonable, then it's reasonable... Then, let me sing it to you now?"

Wang Heng said with concern: "Didn't you record the song all day? You still sing now, and your voice can bear it?"

Pei Ningle touched his throat: "It seems a little uncomfortable..."

Wang Heng: "Send me the song later, don't sing it now."

The girl nodded and suddenly realized a problem. The song I recorded today is a sad kind of love song, and it doesn't seem suitable to perform in front of Wang Heng.

Otherwise, singing to him is like complaining about why he is so cold, and it feels a little embarrassing to imagine...

So she moved on to other topics.

About my own life, about the busyness of this period of time, about my recent feelings. And Wang Heng listened patiently, giving responses from time to time.

The ordinary and simple conversation made Pei Ningle more relaxed and comfortable.

Besides the number one fan, for Pei Ningle, Wang Heng is always the best listener.

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It was already past midnight when the video conversation between Wang Heng and Pei Ningle ended.

He stretched and yawned, and twisted his neck again. Then he held the mouse, clicked on the report sent by Assistant Shen a few hours ago, and read it again.

It was almost New Year's Eve, but Assistant Shen did not take a break, but flew to Shanghai to investigate Mobai's situation and discuss investment matters. Assistant Shen has summarized the work results of these days into a report and sent it to Boss Wang.

Wang Heng had already read the report when he called Pei Ningle before. But at this time, after reading it again and examining the conclusions drawn by Assistant Shen, Wang Heng also made up his mind.

So he sent Assistant Shen a WeChat message: [Tomorrow we will open the conditions. The bottom line on our side is a maximum of two million yuan and a minimum of 15% of the shares. It is estimated that between 150 and 2 million, close to 20% of the shares, can be won within this range. 】

Then Wang Heng put down his phone, brushed his teeth, washed his face and took a shower.

About twenty minutes later, when he came out wearing a towel, he subconsciously took a look at his phone and saw Shen Yexi's WeChat reply.

"It's almost one o'clock in the morning, right?" Wang Heng looked at the time displayed on the phone, slightly surprised.

Click to open it, and Assistant Shen's reply is: [Got it, I'll start talking tomorrow. 】

Wang Heng hesitated for a moment, and typed in a question: [The Spring Festival will be in two days, do you want to work overtime? 】

Last week, he had been a social animal for an unknown number of years, and the thing he hated the most besides deducting wages was taking up vacations. Asking himself, Wang Heng felt that if he had to work hard to discuss the project during the Spring Festival, he must have a lot of resentment.

So, what was Assistant Shen's answer?

Shen Yexi: 【Such an important project, of course need to work overtime. 】

Wang Heng: [Actually, you can take a break first. It's not too late to deal with this matter after a year. 】

Shen Yexi: [We can still wait, but Mobai can't wait. Their capital is relatively scarce. If there is no angel investment, I am afraid that they will not even be able to make the first bicycle. How long the company can survive is a question. If this matter is not discussed, they are not in the mood to celebrate the Spring Festival. 】

Wang Heng: [Is that so...]

That being the case, it is naturally not easy to prevent people from working overtime.

Not long after, Shen Yexi sent another message: [It is precisely because they are in a difficult situation, so I actually want to ask, is it really necessary to buy less than 20% of the shares with one or two million? Is this price too expensive? 】

Wang Heng replied without hesitation: [It's okay, the focus now is to help Mobai develop as soon as possible, and have the strength to compete with fof. For this purpose, it doesn't matter if we are more generous now. 】

Shen Yexi: [Understood, Mr. Wang is really far-sighted. No matter which one of them wins, whether it is fof or Mobai occupying the shared bicycle industry, you will not lose. 】

Wang Heng: [Do things in a low-key manner and make a fortune in silence. 】

Shen Yexi: [What Mr. Wang said is true. Then don't bother me, you can take a good rest, but I will trouble you to come when signing the contract in a few days. 】

Wang Heng: [No problem, you can rest too, you have worked hard. 】

Then he put down his phone, lay on the bed, and ran through the plans after the Spring Festival in his mind.

Go to Shanghai to sign a contract with Mobai, and Lu Qi's skiing agreement. However, when you go to Shanghai to sign the contract, should you bring Han Yixuan with you? She is also an assistant, so it seems unreasonable to avoid her...

Thinking of this, Wang Heng, who was a little tired, gradually fell asleep.

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