The National Director is Mr. Perfect

Today Junci will see Zhixiangyin and Sad Painting Fan.

The photos of these two great gods have basically been circulated across the Internet.

So Junci can tell at a glance who the person is.

Upstairs is her company. Although the game restarted last night, it has not been widely spread on the Internet, so Junci will go up to deal with it later.

She was holding coffee, and in order to attract unnecessary attention, she chose a private room.

Her own appearance is now published on the Internet, although the things on the Internet are now suppressed by the matter of the record of life and death in the fairy.

But her photo itself is too hot, it is hard to guarantee that no one will recognize her wearing a mask.

To avoid trouble.

Soon, Gulu notified the sad painting fan and Zhixiangyin.

She looked out the door and saw the waiter in the cafe leading the two big men over.

A slightly fat body, looks like a big man, with a rough and crazy temperament, but looks very kind.

The other was thin and tall, with a gentle and gentle appearance, wearing a pair of ordinary black-rimmed glasses.

Both of them are ordinary looks, and there is nothing particularly surprising about them.

It's really hard for others to recognize it when they go out. These are the two great masters of online writing.

Entering the private room filled with faint incense, Zhixiangyin and Sad Painting Fan were slightly surprised.

Although the emperor had been heard beforehand as a young man, he was so young that they were unexpected.

Mainly, it really looks like a teenager.

It's just that the aura on the opponent's body should not be underestimated.

Sitting there, turning the coffee cup slightly, it looked like the mysterious and unpredictable characters on TV.

Very high-ranking aura.

In general, a very contradictory teenager.

"Two, sit down."

Seeing them coming, the young man spoke lazily and greeted them to sit down.

Zhixiangyin is naturally a madman. He sat down and shouted unexpectedly: "The emperor?"

The emperor is so young!

It looks so handsome.

Zhixiangyin was very manly jealous and sighed immediately.

Young is good.

"Yes."

Jun Ci nodded and looked at the gentleman with a light smile: "This is the sad painting fan, right? The two great gods have long admired the name."

"Don't worry if others say this, the emperor is funny when you say this."

Zhi Xiangyin spoke very heartily, with an unconventional look. After he finished speaking, he said with a smile: "Can you ask what your real name is? The pen name is strange. My real name is Song Wei, sad. The painting fan is called Cangshuo."

The surname of Sad Painting Fan is relatively rare.

"Jun porcelain."

As soon as she reported her name, Zhi Xiangyin immediately changed her words: "Brother Jun."

The people on their side were already outspoken, and the brothers called on them after a few words.

The sad painting fan next to him, namely Cang Shuo, looked at Junci with a faint smile.

It took a long time before he spoke slowly: "I heard about the emperor's reputation a while ago, and when we meet today, it is really extraordinary. The young people are the dragons and phoenix among the people. The young people nowadays are stronger than the real generation."

He seemed to be sighing leisurely.

Through the energetic emperor, he seemed to vaguely see a little shadow of himself.

The same is true of the promise and confidence.

Today, money, status, and fame are all there, but he still feels that it is not enough.