God of Life

“Is my phone number that easy to ask? ”

Wang Yan threw up at An Xiaofang. President An smiled and did not answer.

Got to have one of her.

In fact, this is normal, the circle is not big enough, you can hang up a relationship around both bends, people want to ask for a phone number, so it's not reasonable to hide it.

Little whitelists can stop calls, they can't stop text messages.

Banks, insurance, correspondents, messy institutions can text with a special sign.

What exactly is the mechanism, Wang Yan doesn't understand, anyway, the spam has never stopped.

The cell phone number now sucks and the interception level is not enough. It's really time to change the high-level number.

Changing the number didn't rush, Wang Yuanqi came all right, started dialing and pulling the text.

Simple summaries - invitations.

Mandarin, straight white, explicit flesh, whatever.

When I opened a message, I was surprised.

I'll go, pink butterfly!

It's a tattoo, and it's taken off by two fingers, and it's in the middle of the picture, and it's slim.

Such a beautiful tattoo… must have 90 points?

Wang Yan felt some shock and was in a foolish mood... because nothing else would move.

Tsk, this girl spells!

Looking at the text in the text, I didn't think about the girl very quickly...

Non Koban, 18 years old, auditioned for the character of Little Doe, pure little face front and back, all three points are low, only the act is rare.

Want to… coach?

As soon as Liu Li's relatives arrived, the young man began to hold his breath. The Mars miso was chaotic, and there was no wind and spontaneous flame every morning.

Wang Yan doesn't mind spending money to fail.

Women in immovable companies are basic leaders, but wildflowers outside don't have such concerns, just look at the score.

Wang Yan didn't know what other gods and rich people thought of this. Anyway, he was excited.

The least likeable thing is that an unfamiliar woman wants to talk to herself once and for all. For example, Li Shuyun, the schoolsister of the American Academy, doesn't want to give her a chance.

It would be a good girl if the horse had his own money and his own body.

Come on, society's so messed up. Who are you pretending to be?

Everybody's busy, simple and straightforward. Don't live in the most passionate years as a fake image.

There are at least 40 years left for hypocrisy, but there is only so much youth to waste, shame and guilt.

The biggest squandering of youth is the nightmare, the fear of shrinking, the fear of breaking and entering according to one's own heart, nothing to be missed.

Wang Yan hasn't intended to get used to the problem since he was able to hit the system.

Restricted waves remain essentially waves, not routines.

Control desire does not equate to extinction, and there has always been a B number in the mind.

So give the girl the last two words: "Beautiful! ”

Describe the understated sheet, then nothing more, and intend to revisit the timing.

She'll be ready anyway, no rush.

After turning several more texts, it felt like they were all the same. Wang Yan was preparing to lock the screen and suddenly saw a “special” text message.

Special to the first few words.

“Wang Producer, I am Wang Haigull...”

Huh?

What's going on?

Big Major spared the interest to open the text and read on.

“… thank you very much for your attention and support, seagulls are deeply honored and stressed, when do you have time? I would like to invite you to lunch, I have a lot of questions to ask you...”

A very official, very polite text message.

That's the difference between celebrities and newcomers at the bottom.

SMS, WeChat and even mobile phone calls do not talk about security, euphemism, is a manifestation of a sense of self-protection.

And newcomers are not qualified to euphemize, and it is only right to seize the only opportunity to climb.

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

Say hello to Anxiaofang and Wang Makino: “You guys are busy, I'm going to make an appointment. ”

The retreat was then carried out in the eyes of two people who were unannounced.

Take the elevator to the 79th floor and find the International Trade 79 restaurant.

Now it's time to eat, the restaurant is empty, but there are no more compartments.

Wang Yan was in no hurry and asked the lady at the reception with a smile: "Would you mind showing the chief executive chef of your hotel? My Golden Ring VIP points should be pretty high, maybe a little privileged. ”

The little beauty was surprised, but look at Major Wang's head and temper and report it decisively.

In fact, the privileges of Major Wang's hotel under Xiangdai are not “quite high", but very high.

Blessed with unified management, the hotel's executive chef rushed downstairs and greeted him with enthusiasm, less than 3 minutes after his name was reported.

This is a middle-aged white man named Griide, who fucked a Mediterranean Kyoto film, immediately arranged a four-man box for Wang Yan, and brought in Nathan, the restaurant's chef.

Wang Yan began texting them.

To Wang Haigull: “I was about to have dinner with friends. If you don't mind, welcome. ”

To Lu Fei: "International Trade 79 Restaurant, front desk newspaper Mr. Wang name. ”

Luffy is the girl with the big balls and the pink tattoo, again emphasizing: her face is pure and convex.

Wang Yan was really quiet when he didn't wave, and couldn't stop anyone from wavering.

Two totally irrelevant but with some kind of mind, he gathered them together, scared not excited enough.

Yegor is bold?

It doesn't really matter what happens.

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

Lu Fei did not go far after the audition. He quickly came to the restaurant. Wang Yan was less than 1 minute happy to see him, and Wang Haigull arrived.

The waitress led Wang Haigull in, and both beautiful women saw each other, both stunned.

Wang Yan smiled and introduced them.

“Wang Haigull, the woman in my movie number two. ”

“Ruffy, that's an interesting little sister. ”

Big eyes glared for a few seconds, Lu Feiqiang smiled and said hello: "Hello Gu...”

Wang Haigull was more stable and smiled softly: "Hello, nice to meet you. ”

Next, keep your eyes peeled.

Neither of them knew Wang Yan, let alone know what relationship they had with Wang Yan. It was difficult to find a topic.

Wang Yan was particularly bad, focusing on the menu and communicating with chef Nathan, which meant nothing.

But at this moment, the young man is still very attractive, his elbows are on the table, his hands are together, and he listens to Nathan's Kiriwah —— the guy doesn't speak French or Spanish, neither of the beautiful women understand a word.

Wang Da Junior nodded his head calmly from time to time and suddenly raised his respects.

Wang Shao's posture is elegant and learned to be rich. He loves love it!

Wang Yan finally opened his mouth and wrote in English: “Justdoyourbest! ”

Luffy's English level is particularly scum, just a little skeptical: this accent… why is it a little weird?

In her trance, she suddenly remembered Charlotte's troubles, and her mind turned back to the song "Forehead Drop Old Ga, Live in Suketun”. The magical melody made her tremble.

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

Can you still use that phrase?

Actually, there's nothing wrong with it. Nathan obviously understands, putting up three fingers: "OK, OK! ”