Chronicle of Emperor Jing

Because Wei Yan didn't have a new job, Jing Li had a good time in the next few days. The two of them could get bored at home and meet at any time in the company. In this way, he was more satisfied with his wise decision.

Happy days always go by so fast, and in the blink of an eye, it's the weekend.

Early in the morning, there was a rustling sound on the double bed.

Soon, the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, rapid or slow breathing, and the creaking sound of the bed board were intertwined and mixed into a concerto that made the heart beat faster.

In the eastern sky, the sun quietly emerged. Then, as if he had spied something he shouldn't have seen, he poked out half of his head, and couldn't help but blushed.

"Well...Jing Li...that's enough...I don't dare anymore." After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yan hugged Young Master Jing's back tightly, moaning and begging for mercy.

Just now, he was being mean again, and found Mr. Jing's nameless fire by groping around, but he was caught by Mr. Jing.

Of course, this kind of thing was very enjoyable at first, but he felt that it was hard for him to be tossed and tossed by Mr. Jing.

"Really dare not?" Jing Li didn't believe Wei Yan's guarantee at all. Of course, even if Wei Yan really didn't dare, he would encourage Wei Yan to continue to attack, otherwise he would not be able to speak uprightly. He blamed Wei Yan for provoking him, and then he did whatever he wanted.

"I really don't dare." Wei Yan nodded desperately, and blinked vigorously. His eye sockets were a little red, and he looked very pitiful.

"Okay, I'll trust you again this time." Seeing how pitiful he was, Jing Li kissed his sweaty forehead and let him go with great kindness.

After using all his acting skills in his life, and finally tricking Mr. Jing to give up, Wei Yan let out a long breath, put his hands and feet flat, spread himself out like a piece of paper, and spread it on the bed, reminiscing about what happened just now. The pleasure, and by the way restore the exhausted stamina.

Don't blame him for using tricks, he is already old, his bones are stiff, and he really can't stand Mr. Jing's torment.

Besides, tossing too much is not conducive to health preservation, everyone should take it easy, it must be true.

"I usually call you to exercise, but you don't want to. At this time, you can't keep up with your physical strength?" Jing Li saw that he was so tired that he couldn't move even when he was flattened, so he reached out and rubbed his waist for him. Forget to blame him a few words.

"I'm already old, so it's normal for me to not have as much physical strength as you." Wei Yan would definitely not admit that it was because of his lack of exercise that he couldn't cooperate to the end, and immediately found an excuse for himself.

"Hmph, isn't it just three years older than me? 29 years old is a very old age. What about those 39-year-old and 49-year-old youths?" Jing Li asked him confidently.

In today's world, a 49-year-old man can still be called an outstanding young man. Compared with them, Wei Yan can only be regarded as a child.

"It's nothing to do, let's eat cold salad!" Wei Yan turned over and spread it on Mr. Jing's body with a slap, and was about to use his weight to make him speechless and unable to continue nagging him.

"You bastard... It's okay, let's not talk about you, let's take a break." Jing Li put his arms around his waist, as he wished, and didn't continue talking.

Wei Yan closed his eyes and was in a daze for a while before fully waking up.

When he woke up, he found that Mr. Jing was holding him with one arm and watching with his mobile phone in the other.

Wei Yan reached out and touched the bedside table on his side, but found nothing, and asked a little strangely: "Hey, where is my mobile phone?"

Just now he said that Mr. Jing is a low-headed person, but in fact he is similar, and the degree of obsession will not be any lighter than Mr. Jing.

If he wakes up in the morning and doesn't turn over his phone, he will feel bad all day.

"Isn't it charging?" Jing Li put his mobile phone on his chest, stretched out his hand, and quickly took Wei Yan's mobile phone over.

"Oh, I forgot." Wei Yan patted himself on the head, feeling a little helpless about his poor memory.

He put it on to charge it himself last night, but now he doesn't remember it. His memory is almost as good as that of a goldfish.

Wei Yan took the phone, put it on the pillow, left Mr. Jing's arms, and lay there looking.

He first clicked on the official website of the studio.

Alas, on the beautifully decorated official website, the number of registered people is still in single digits. These people are all employees of the studio, and there are no other outsiders.

The situation of official Weibo and other official accounts is similar.

Wei Yan swiped again, but the data remained unchanged. He finally gave up. He changed a few apps he used frequently, clicked in and browsed around, and looked through the latest posts to see if there was anything new.

He was watching it vigorously, and suddenly a push appeared on the message bar of his mobile phone.

"The entertainment industry is surprised to see the biggest bully in history! What is Xingyao Jiutian's reason for being so overwhelmed? An exclusive and direct look at the secrets of the industry!"

what is this? ? ?

Depend on!Depend on!Depend on!

When Wei Yan realized that this article was hacking his own studio, the author of the article was almost pissed off.What kind of enmity is this, to push and post articles on the whole network to blackmail his studio?

He shook his finger and clicked to open it. Sure enough, the beginning of this article was black, the middle was black, and the end was still black. It was a 360-degree blackout of his studio.

What Li Yue and Director Li's hits won't explode, what studio invests without brains, and why the title of the biggest bully in the industry is going to be replaced, the more he looks at it, the more angry he gets.

After reading this article, he found that other media people were also discussing this matter.

The matter of director Li Yue, Wu Mei and Wu Xiaohua, director Li's new film "Misalignment", and the Xingyao Jiutian Entertainment Studio were repeatedly brought up by these media people.

Everyone's point of view is different, but as long as Xingyao Jiutian is mentioned, one must add a sentence, predicting that the studio will soon become the biggest victim in the industry.

Damn predictions, these bastard media people!

Wei Yan was almost pissed off by them.

However, he soon realized that this was a so-called public relations crisis. What they needed now was to carry out correct crisis public relations in order to quickly wash away their inky reputation.

He thought about it and called Xiao Fang.

"Xiao Fang, have you seen the article about our studio that was pushed across the Internet?"

"Director, good morning." Xiao Fang has been busy for the past few days, and last night he was so busy that he didn't go to sleep until late. Following the original thought in his mind, he said, "Director, you have read this article, what do you think of the effect?"

"Xiao Fang, immediately ask the lawyer to send a lawyer's letter to the person who wrote the article, asking him to compensate and apologize to eliminate the impact." Wei Yan was still angry, and continued talking on his own, without paying attention to Xiao Fang's words.

"Send a lawyer's letter? Director, your idea is great, but the news has not fully fermented yet. I think it would be better for us to send a lawyer's letter after two days. The idea of ​​sending a lawyer's letter was very good, and it could attract a lot of attention, so I immediately agreed to this plan.

"Not fully fermented? Send a lawyer's letter in two days?" What the hell is this?Wei Yan asked again, and finally realized something was wrong, "Xiao Fang, tell me carefully, what's going on with this article?"

"Director, didn't you tell me to first contact the media to push a wave of self-hacking on the whole network, so as to increase the popularity of our studio?" Xiao Fang also found that something was wrong.

For the past two days, he was exhausted like a dog because of this matter, and he managed to arrange everything with great difficulty. He contacted the media people to sing and sing, and made himself black to increase the popularity of his family. However, the director of his family looked like he had lost his memory. Remember what he said.

"I said I want to blackmail myself? When did I say this?" Although Wei Yan just felt that his memory was very bad, he really couldn't even remember whether he had said this.

"It was at noon on Wednesday, when I reported to you about my work, you told me on WeChat..." Xiao Fang quickly reminded him of this.

"Wait...forget it, I'll call you later."

Wei Yan hung up the phone, clicked on WeChat, and finally realized who was responsible.

"Jing Li... Is it fun to blacken my own house so much?" He pounced on him and pinned down Mr. Jing, wishing he could just use his weight to kill Mr. Jing to relieve his hatred.

Only a week after the establishment of the studio, Mr. Jing poured black water on his head. How much hatred is this?

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." When Jing Li heard him call Xiao Fang, he remembered what he asked Xiao Fang to do that day, but he didn't worry too much. Although this operation was a bit sloppy, the effect should be Yes, "You open the official website, official Weibo, and official account to have a look. The popularity must be greatly increased now. If it doesn't increase, it won't be too late for you to regenerate."

Wei Yan hesitated for a moment, followed the link and clicked in. Sure enough, only his own employees registered to pay attention, but now there are many strangers paying attention, and there are many comments that make him want to take a picture.

"The xx sightseeing group watched the biggest bully in history!"

"Let me ask which one is better, Xingyao Jiutian will help you!"

"I'm being taken advantage of and I'm proud, so if you're not convinced, do it!"

"Are you serious upstairs?"

"Feihui, rich, self-willed!"

"Upstairs is piercing my heart. You can't do what you want to do if you want to be taken advantage of. If you don't have money, don't BB."

"What you said upstairs makes sense, and I understand another truth of life."

"So this is being ridiculed instead of being ridiculed?"

"Upstairs has a correct answer, no extra points."

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The attention is increasing, and the comments are popping up one by one, and the popularity has indeed increased, but Wei Yan can't be happy looking at these comments.