God of Life

"Is my mobile number so easy to find?"

Wang Yan vomited at An Xiaofang, and President Anzu pursed his lips and smiled.

Yes, she has a copy.

In fact, this is very normal. The circle is not too big or small. You can have a relationship around two bends. People want to ask for a mobile phone number.

Majority whitelists can stop calls, but not text messages.

Banks, insurance, telecommunications companies, and messy institutions can send text messages with a special sign.

What is the specific mechanism, Wang Yan does not understand, anyway, spam text messages have not stopped.

The current mobile phone number is too bad, the interception level is not enough, it is time to change to a high-level pretty number.

When the number change was in a hurry, Wang Yanxian came to nothing, and began dialing and pulling text messages.

A brief summary-all kinds of invitations.

Euphemistic and straightforward and explicit, there are all types.

When opening a MMS message, most of them were startled.

I'm going, a pink butterfly!

It was a tattoo, which was pulled apart by **** and showed in the center of the picture.

Such a beautiful tattoo... 90 points?

Wang Yan felt some shock and was in a hurry...because nothing else.

Gee, this girl really fights!

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

Non-curriculum class, 18 years old, audition is the role of Xiao Duo, pure small face bulging forward and backward, three points are not low, but the acting skills are sparse.

Do you want... guidance?

As soon as Liu Li's relatives came, the young boy began to hold back, the Martian son squirming, and spontaneously ignited without wind every morning.

If the money can be settled, Wang Yan does not mind spending money to defeat the fire.

The women in the immovable company are the basic leadership qualities, but the wildflowers outside do not have such concerns, just look at the score.

Wang Yan doesn't know how other gods, riches and young people think about this kind of thing, anyway, he feels very exciting.

The most annoying thing is that the unfamiliar woman wants to talk to herself when she meets both sides. For example, Li Shuyun, a sister of the Academy of Fine Arts, does not want to give her any chance.

If you show your money and your body, you are a good girl.

Please, the society is so chaotic, who can you pretend to be pure?

Everyone is busy, simple and direct, don't live as a hypocrisy in the most passionate and splendid age.

There will be at least 40 years of hypocrisy in the back, but there are only so many youths, shameful waste, and guilt.

The biggest squander of youth is muddling, shy and shy, not daring to go according to his own will, and missed nothing.

Since Wang Yan got the system, he didn't plan to get used to it.

The wave of moderation is still a wave in nature, rather than following the rules.

Controlling Yuwang does not mean desperate despair, and Dao has always had a B number in his heart.

So happy to give the girl back two words: "beautiful!"

Take a brief look at the understatement, and then no more, I plan to discuss the timing again.

Anyway, she will always be ready, no hurry.

After a few more text messages, I feel the same. Wang Yan is about to lock the screen, and suddenly see a "special" text message.

Special in the first few words.

"Wang Producer, I am Wang Haiou..."

Huh?

what's the situation?

Dashao interested in opening text messages, read it.

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

A very official and very kind text message.

This is the difference between celebrity stars and newcomers.

SMS, WeChat and even mobile phone calls are not safe and euphemistic, which is a manifestation of self-protection.

The newcomers are not qualified to be euphemistic, and seizing the only opportunity to climb up is authentic.

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

Say hello to An Xiaofang and Wang Muye: "You are busy, I will go to an appointment."

Then Shi Shiran retreated in the eyes of the two people.

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

It's time for meals. The restaurant has seats, but no boxes.

Wang Yan was not in a hurry and smiled and asked the beauty at the front desk: "Can you please show me the executive chef of your hotel? My Golden Circle VIP points should be quite high, maybe some privileges."

The little beauty was surprised, but looking at Wang Dashao's style and aura, he made a decisive report.

In fact, Wang Dashao's privilege in Xiangji's hotels is not "very high", but very high.

Thanks to the unified management, after the major reported the name, within three minutes, the hotel's executive chef hurried down the stairs and greeted him enthusiastically.

This is a middle-aged white man named Griide. With a bit of a Mediterranean movie, he immediately arranged a small box for four for Wang Yan, and brought in the restaurant's chef Nathan.

After two greetings, Wang Yan began to text them.

The message sent to Wang Haiou was: "I'm about to eat with my friends. If you don't dislike it, welcome."

What was sent to Lu Fei was: "International Trade 79 Restaurant, the front desk reported Mr. Wang's name."

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

When Wang Yan was not waves, it was really quiet.

Two women who are totally irrelevant but have some kind of thought, and they are gathered together by him, fearing that they are not exciting enough.

Artists are bold?

In fact, it is more indifferent to the result.

It’s just a meal, and the process is fun enough.

Lu Fei did not go far after the audition, and soon came to the restaurant, seeing Wang Yan only less than a minute, Wang Haiou also arrived.

The waiter brought Wang Haiou in, and the two beauties were shocked when they saw each other.

Wang Yan smiled and introduced them.

"Wang Haiou, my female number two in this movie."

"Lu Fei, an interesting little sister."

Big eyes squinted for a few seconds, Lu Feiqiang greeted with a smile: "Hello Sister Gull..."

Wang Haiou was more stable and smiled decently: "Hello, good luck."

Then continue to squint.

The two were not familiar with Wang Yan, and it was not clear what the relationship between the other party and Wang Yan was.

Wang Yan is particularly bad. He concentrates on the menu and communicates with chef Nathan. There is no point in helping.

But the young man at the moment is still very charming, with his elbows on the table and his hands folded, listening intently to Nathan’s wow-that guy is speaking either French or Spanish No one understands.

Looking at the calm look that Wang Dashao nodded from time to time, he immediately apologized.

Wang Shao gracefully learns five cars, and loves love!

Fascinated by flowers, Wang Yan finally spoke, and made a sentence in English with stubble: "Justdoyourbest!"

Lu Fei's English level is particularly scum, but only a little skeptical: this accent...how is it strange?

In a trance, she suddenly remembered Charlotte's troubles, and her mind suddenly echoed the song "Erdi Laoga, grabbing Jiejitun'". The magical melody made her unable to shake her feet.

Wang Haiou knew more, and his expression almost didn't collapse.

This sentence can still be used this way?

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

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