Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

"Have you been busy with work these days?"

In Wen Can's villa, Jiang Xu, who was having a video conference with him, teased, "What's wrong? Are you so worried about me? Do you have to do it yourself?"

"..."

Wen Can stopped spinning the pen without looking up. He just ignored the topic as if he hadn't heard it. "Okay, the meeting is over. I won't go to the recruitment process later. You'll be responsible for it."

"So what do you do in your free time?"

"Aren't there other projects that need to be focused on?"

"I think you should stop staring at me and go to sleep." Jiang Xu said, "Look at your dark circles - no matter how energetic you look, no matter how organized and sharp your speech is, it can't cover up your dark circles."

"I'm afraid you'll die suddenly someday." Jiang Xu raised his hand and pressed the phone, "Take it easy, you still have a little fiancée to take care of."

The screen goes black.

The study became quiet again.

Wen Can didn't move for a long time. After a while, he turned the pen around again and muttered to himself, "She doesn't need my care."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the hourglass on the table.

This was not where he originally lived, and the bedroom and study were empty. But he had not returned to the Wen family recently, so more and more hourglasses were gradually placed in the study.

In the simple glass cover, gray sand keeps falling and accumulating from the extremely thin neck.

If the surroundings are extremely quiet, you can even hear an illusion-like rustling sound.

His fingers touched the glass, but his eyes were unfocused. After a moment, he turned on his computer and typed in a forum he had never visited before. When he opened it, all he saw were messy itineraries of wealthy families' entertainment.

If you scroll down the screen, you can also see a post with Ye Kong's name on it.

Clicking in to take a look, there were also candid photos of him and Ye Kong in front of the coffee shop that day.

Staring at the girl's profile in the photo, which was illuminated by the light, Wen Can frowned a little and muttered to himself in a very low voice: "I still feel familiar - where have I seen you before?"

It wasn't downstairs in his grandfather's community, and it wasn't even a flower box.

It seems like an older, more vague memory...

The intercom suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts. It was his aunt who had prepared dinner and asked him to go downstairs to eat.

Wen Can controlled the wheelchair himself, walked out of the study, and went down the elevator.

Even in this house that had never been visited by the Wen family, he had never stood up.

Sometimes, while acting, he almost thought that he would never be able to stand up again and could not feel his legs.

There was almost no sound in the empty house. When he came out of the elevator, his aunt had just taken off her apron and was about to leave quietly.

After moving here, he quickly changed from a rich young master who needed to be surrounded by many people and treated like a star, to a lonely person who ate and walked alone.

Over time, even the aunties who came to work would subconsciously lighten their steps in front of him and would never stay longer than necessary.

It was the same today, but just when the aunt was about to walk out, Wen Can suddenly called her.

Facing that terrified face, Young Master Wen maintained a gloomy and decadent expression, raised his eyelids and stared at her.

Until the other party was about to tremble, he slowly said: "Can you... make desserts?"

"..." Auntie showed a look as if she suspected she had heard wrongly, and then quickly said as if she had escaped a disaster, "Yes!"

“Is it delicious?”

"It's delicious!" When talking about food, the auntie quickly became confident and excited. "Sir, you've eaten it before, haven't you? Just two days ago... you were working and suddenly said you wanted dessert, so I made one. Did you forget?"

"..." Wen Can recalled, "I was too busy and didn't eat in the end."

"..." Auntie curled her lips and said with a smile, "You want to eat again today? I'll make it for you right away?"

"...I don't want to eat." The man didn't raise his eyes.

He leaned back in his wheelchair, glanced at his slender fingers, and said nonchalantly, "I just suddenly felt too bored and wanted to learn how to make desserts."

"……what?"

"Can't you?"

"No, no, no, then I'll teach you! We just happen to have some fresh ingredients!" Auntie said excitedly, then hesitated, "Did you eat your meal first?"

"I won't eat, I'm not hungry."

The man turned his wheelchair and moved toward the kitchen.

"let's start."

·

"Today is the day."

Yushan is big.

Qu Wu sat by the window, rubbing his hands in front of the computer.

At 2:41 in the afternoon, she pressed the send button almost at the same time as the second hand.

After that, she would post a new message every minute until 2:50, when she finally posted the last message.

After the whole process was completed, she clenched her hands and waited, waited...

One minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed...

Half an hour later, there was no movement from the computer.

"what happened?"

She let go of his hand, frowning: "Shouldn't it be?"

"..." Ye Kong, who was lying on the sofa, turned over and continued to play Candy Crush.

"You're too relaxed?" Qu Wu turned to look at her, and was rarely dissatisfied. "Aren't you afraid that you won't have any influence at all? If we can't recruit anyone, how can we continue this magazine?"

"Then I'll just use illustrations." Ye Kong clicked the Candy Crush Saga without even turning his head. "One of my drawings costs tens of thousands. I'll give you a bargain."

"Just because you're at a disadvantage, you can't do this to me!"

Qu Wu said this, then turned back to look at the computer and muttered, "Should I buy some promotion or something... If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have just focused on making paper newspapers, but would have also developed online..."

"Why is it that your title of the immortal demon is no longer useful? Really..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the computer beeped.

"There are comments!" Qu Wu said.

Beep, beep, beep, beep…

Countless messages poured into this account. In the blink of an eye, the number of comments, private messages, and likes reached 99+.

Qu Wu clicked on it with a bright expression: "It seems that the news is delayed..."

But after taking a look, Qu Wu realized that he had misunderstood.

The reason why there were so many messages and fans suddenly was because "Hua Chao Media" reposted her Weibo using its official account.

This Weibo account was recently created and is called "Immortal Demon Studio".

What she had just sent out since 2:40 were all nostalgic paintings that Ye Kong had recently drawn overnight.

The last item at 2:50 introduced the official establishment of the "Immortal Demon Studio".

On top of that, a job ad was posted.

Calling for artists who can draw comics.

Huachao Media reposted the first Weibo post, with the caption "A teacher our boss likes very much."

·

Huachao Media has many artists under its banner and often posts updates about the artists, so it has more fans than some small stars.

After his forwarding, "Immortal Demon Studio" successfully entered the public eye and quickly became a hot topic.

By the time it climbed to the top of the trending search list, this account had gained nearly 100,000 followers.