It is strictly forbidden to find an ex to sell miserably

Wen Zhao admitted that he wanted to sell Pei Yuan miserable, but in his plan, even if he sold miserable, it would take a while——

At least wait until he is completely used to the current down-and-out life, and then his performance will be more natural.

But he was too desperate.

He desperately wanted to have more communication and contact with Pei Yuan.

In other words, he was eager to know what kind of reaction Pei Yuan would have when he knew his current situation.

Pei Yuan actually laughed.

Across the internet, Wen Zhao couldn't see Pei Yuan's expression, and he didn't know whether it was a laugh or a joke, he could only follow his instinct.

The characters on the game homepage were shaking slightly, Wen Zhao blinked, his tension reached its peak.

It's just that they haven't contacted each other during the three years since they broke up, but now Pei Yuan broke up.

Wen Zhao felt that he was like a bundle of dry sticks, while Pei Yuan's voice turned into a lighter at this moment, with just one tap, he could burn a raging flame until it became a pool of ashes.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a few seconds, maybe a few minutes.

Pei Yuan's voice came from Wen Zhao's earphone again, and he asked with doubts: "You also know it's trouble?"

Wen Zhao stopped breathing.

Pei Yuan's microphone flashed again, and his tone was relaxed: "Let's talk about it, I just want to play games now."

Wen Zhao lowered his eyes and let out a "hmm".

Before the game started, Xiao He and Xu Chengxing came to the team, but because they didn't know what Wen Zhao and Pei Yuan's current progress was, they didn't bring the topic to Wen Zhao's situation as before, but chatted. started something else.

Pei Yuan's cold has recovered a lot, and now he coughs when he talks too much, and compared to the last time he played games with them, he talked a lot more this time.

The silent person has become Wenzhao.

At 09:30, the game ends.

Pei Yuan logged off, he put his phone aside, expressionless, but after a few minutes, he put his hand on the quilt.

It is indeed difficult for some people to cover the quilt cover.

But Pei Yuan thought it was very simple.

Before he started working, his family had no money, and children from poor families were already in charge of the house. He could get up early to cook for Yu Chunxia when he was six years old. He also tried his best to do all the housework at home. After a long time, he You don't need to rely on others to take good care of yourself.

But the smell is different.

Thinking of this, Pei Yuan frowned slightly.

During the time he was with Wen Zhao, he seldom asked about Wen Zhao's family affairs, but Wen Zhao would come to tell him occasionally, so he knew that Wen Zhao's family was rich.

Not only open hotels, but also resorts, involving many industries.

So broke?

A look of surprise flashed in Pei Yuan's eyes.

In fact, before today, he didn't really believe it, but seeing Wen Zhao sluggishly working in the milk tea shop with his own eyes gave him another feeling.

Pei Yuan's eyes fell on his quilt, his five fingers spread out, and then slowly tightened.

He has always liked plain colors. The four-piece set on the bed is either pure white or pure gray or pure black. Now he is using pure black, which forms a sharp contrast with his white hands.

After a while, Pei Yuan let go of his hands, propped his hands on his sides, lifted his head up, and his Adam's apple slid down.

Forget it.

He himself changes the sheets every two weeks, and he is a bit of a clean freak, so he will only work harder.

Wen Zhao didn't sleep well all night. He tossed and turned over Pei Yuan's phrase "You know it's trouble?" He woke up a bit late, but fortunately he just sacrificed his breakfast time. He woke up at 09:30 I went to the milk tea shop before.

The milk tea shop is in the city center, the shop is not small, and there are many shop assistants.

Wen Zhao greeted everyone, took off his coat and put it in the storage room, and put on a light blue apron.

Pu Xing, a clerk whom I just met in the past two days, came over, sized him up carefully, and clicked his tongue: "Wen Zhao, you have dark circles under your eyes, you didn't go out for sex last night, did you?"

Pu Xing is a student of Crane City University. He is in his senior year. He usually has a lot of free time. Other students have gone to various companies for internships. He is unwilling, so he simply interviewed for a part-time job in a milk tea shop, thinking that he can also go back to his hometown in the county to open in the future. One family, it can be said that he came to study, not just to make money.

Wen Zhao squinted at him, and twitched his lips: "If I remember correctly, you made arrangements last night, right?"

"Where do I have any arrangements?" Pu Xing shrugged and sighed, "I don't have so many younger sisters to visit me."

These words were a bit weird, Wen Zhao didn't bother to pay attention, he closed his eyelashes, and walked out of the storage room.

The store manager clapped his hands at this time, and greeted everyone: "It's Friday today, cheer up, laugh when you should, don't put on a sullen face, and ah, don't make mistakes..."

She rambled on the precautions again, and there was applause in the store at the end.

Crane City is now snowing again, slowly falling down.

The business on weekday mornings is relatively average, and the break time at noon will be doubled, especially since Wenzhao is relatively famous in this area recently, more people will come here.

At two o'clock, there were slightly fewer customers.

The snow hasn't stopped yet, and there are still some hanging on the bare branches. A pedestrian walked under the tree and shook the branches. The top of his head and shoulders were covered with snow in an instant, and then he smiled and rolled his eyes with his friends.

At this time, two very avant-garde girls came to the milk tea shop. They both put on makeup and carried bags.

One of them, with shorter hair, yelled after entering the store: "Is the store manager there?"

The store manager walked up to her and said with a smile, "I am."

"It's like this, store manager, hello, we are short video workers. I saw a certain clerk in your store on the Internet in the past two days, and I was wondering if I could take a group photo with him." The short-haired girl smiled warmly, "We specialize Take pictures of handsome guys, this is our Douyin account, take a look."

As she spoke, she handed the mobile phone to the store manager, and the home page of their account was displayed on it.

With 843 million followers and nearly 9000 million likes, the content of the video is very vertical, with pictures of some handsome guys, many of whom are Internet celebrities and idols.

"It's you guys, I follow you guys." The store manager asked bluntly, "Do you want to take pictures?"

"exactly."

"It's a little news."

The short-haired girl nodded: "We will advertise your store in the video, and Xiaowen will bring us traffic. We are a win-win in this matter."

"I know, I know." The store manager pointed to Wen Zhao who was making fruit tea, "I'll ask Xiao Wen what he means."

"Okay, thank you manager."

The voices of the two were not high, and the people in the store could not hear what they were talking about, but someone had already recognized them and shouted a few times shyly.

Another long-haired girl has been taking pictures with a vlog pocket camera for quite a while, and her lens always sweeps over the side of the photo without being too blatant.

Just as Wen Zhao made a cup of fruit tea, when he turned his gaze, he saw the store manager coming beside him, and said to him with a smile, "Xiao Wen, come to the storage room."

A few seconds later, the store manager explained the situation: "Those two customers are from Douyin, and I want you to take a group of photos, so you can cooperate."

Wen Zhao raised his eyelids, and refused: "I won't go."

This kind of thing cannot be forced, because it is not written in the contract at all.

The store manager was stunned for a moment, and continued to say: "When their video is released, I will increase your commission by 30%. Aren't you short of money? Xiaowen, 30% is not a small amount, and you are so handsome. To be honest, I I also like surfing the Internet, you can become a star, you just lack an exposure, you can use their accounts..."

The store manager is very thoughtful, if Wenzhao really goes to the entertainment circle by then, and if she becomes popular in the future, one of the labels of her milk tea shop will be "Wenzhao".

There will be no customers to worry about.

"Sister Hui." There was a faint smile on Wen Zhao's lips, "It's not that no scouts have looked for me."

If I had thought about it earlier, I would definitely not have waited until now.

Store manager: "..."

Shopkeeper: "All right."

Wen Zhao returned to work, Pu Xing took a few glances at him, and whispered gossip: "I know those two girls, Douyin must have come to take pictures with you, hey, this guy is so handsome that he can really be eaten, If I have plastic surgery in the future, I will use you as a template."

Wen Zhao took a medium cup into his hand, with a neutral attitude: "Yeah."

"Let's work."

"okay."

Not long after, Wen Zhao finished another cup. He turned his head to put fruit tea on the shelf, only to notice that the two girls didn't leave at all, but stood in front of a handsome boy in the line.

Wen Zhao froze for a moment, he thought he was hallucinating.

Pei Yuan showed an apologetic expression, and then the two girls took the equipment and left disappointed.

Wen Zhao curled up her lips.

And Pei Yuan had already looked towards the phone, but didn't look over here.

Ordering maybe?

Wen Zhao guessed.

Pu Xing just came over at this time, followed his gaze and smiled: "That's right, plastic surgery can be done just like this handsome guy."

Wen Zhao glanced at him: "No."

Pu Xing spurned: "You are really narcissistic, do you only allow me to follow you?"

"..."