Chapter 140
Chapter 140
“Mr. Mo?”
Zhang Zhiqin was a little confused, wondering how Mo Yan would suddenly add his WeChat account, and cut to his heart.
“You said that if you pass right away, you pass right away? Zhang Zhiqin doesn’t want face, right?”
He sneered in a low voice, and immediately pressed the “Agree” button with his finger.
“Mr. Mo, hello.” And said hello politely.
But Mo Yan didn’t have any extra politeness over there, and he was straight to the point:
“Have you started recording your new program? We have three new people in our company. Can we arrange a period of flying guests? No show fee is required.”
Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head questioningly, thinking that you have to find Director Luo or Brother Fang for this matter, why are you looking for me?
But his instinct told him that he would be scolded if he went back like this. After thinking about it for a long time, he finally replied:
“It should be possible, I will ask the leader tomorrow.”
Mo Yan quickly replied: “Thank you then.”
Zhang Zhiqin didn’t know how to reply for a while, but fortunately Mo Yan sent another one:
“Are you still not going to rest?”
Uh, am I not sending you a WeChat message? How do I sleep?
Zhang Zhiqin felt that Mo Yan seemed a little weird today, so he asked:
“Are you really Broker Mo?”
A voice was sent directly from the other side. Zhang Zhiqin looked back at Fang Xiaole who was sleeping next to him. He pulled the towel over his head and covered himself.
Then he hid under the quilt and stuck the phone to his ear.
“Just call me Mo Yan.”
The voice was indeed Mo Yan’s cold and magnetic voice.
“Hey, why don’t I call you Sister Mo?”
“whatever.”
Mo Yan’s response to WeChat is like her style of doing things, fast, accurate, and concise.
This makes Zhang Zhiqin wonder how to talk, and dare not say that I want to sleep, what if this sister gets angry?
I had no choice but to ask: “Are Teacher Lin and Fangfang both asleep?”
Mo Yan quickly said, “They are already asleep, where is Assistant Director Fang?”
Zhang Zhiqin opened a gap in the quilt covering his head and looked aside. Fang Xiaole was sleeping very heavily and his head seemed to be covered in the quilt.
He hid under the quilt and typed quietly in reply: “Brother Fang is asleep too, why are you still not sleeping?”
“Can’t sleep, just find someone to chat with.”
Mo Yan replied again at the speed of light.
Uh……
“Okay, then what do you want to talk about?”
Zhang Zhiqin scratched his head for a long time, and finally came up with a sentence.
“casual.”
Mo Yan replied immediately.
Zhang Zhiqin’s hair is about to be scratched, thinking I have nothing in common with you, so I just want to talk hard?
“Can you hurry up?”
Mo Yan actually sent another one.
Why is this still rushed?
Zhang Zhiqin felt more panicked. After thinking for a long time, he finally came up with a topic in common with Mo Yan. He immediately typed excitedly:
“Are your legs any better? Can you close it?”
“Are you sick?!” Mo Yan second cursed.
Zhang Zhiqin was angry. Laozi cared about you. Why did you scold me? I really think I have no temper, right?
He typed quickly: “I’m sorry, I was wrong.”
When Zhang Zhiqin covered the quilt and Mo Yan was sending WeChat, beside him, Fang Xiaole, who was already “asleep”, also hid under the quilt, typing quickly with his mobile phone in both hands, sending a message to Lin Yao:
“Did Broker Mo not come to urge you to sleep today?”
Lin Yao replied: “Sister Yan is already asleep, what about you, didn’t you just say that you and Zhang Zhiqin slept in the same tent? Did he sleep? Did we bother others when we chat?”
Fang Xiaole gently opened a slit on the quilt covering his head and glanced aside, and saw Zhang Zhiqin with his back facing him, covering his head while sleeping.
He hid under the quilt and continued typing:
“Zhang Zhiqin fell asleep and couldn’t make any noise, and I was hiding in the quilt to send you a message.”
“It feels so interesting.” Lin Yao replied.
Fang Xiaole smiled, as if she could see a girl in a nightdress lying on the bed looking at her mobile phone and giggling.
“Did the section list go well? Well, do you have any confidence?”
Lin Yao sent another one.
Fang Xiaole replied: “Just now Zhang Zhiqin also asked me if I had confidence in this show, but I pretended to be asleep and didn’t answer him.”
“Why don’t you deliberately answer others?”
Fang Xiaole said: “I’m actually confident, but I don’t count. If the show is good or not, we still have to leave it to the audience for evaluation. We just need to do our best to do the show.”
“Well, what you said is really good.”
Lin Yao was like a little fan, she felt that everything Fang Xiaole said was right.
“How about you, how about the endorsement of Mercedes?”
Fang Xiaole knows that this endorsement is very important to Lin Yao, and he also pays attention to it online when he has free time, but he has never seen the relevant news.
“Sister Yan said that the negotiation is almost done, and the contract may be signed tomorrow.”
Lin Yao answered.
“Congratulations, I will see you in Mercedes ads in the future. It is said that car manufacturers like to send cars to spokespersons. Is it true?”
Fang Xiaole smiled and typed.
“I don’t know, it’s all Sister Yan talking. She said I just sit next to and smile better.”
Lin Yao obviously didn’t understand these things at all, or it was Mo Yan who had always protected her very well.
“Although Broker Mo looks fierce, he is really good to you. By the way, is she married?”
Fang Xiaole asked casually, during these two days, there was no time during the day, so they could only talk for a while before going to bed at night. The two of them had almost nothing to talk about, and they could talk happily on any topic.
“Sister Yan seems to have been married once before, and then we separated. She seems to dislike people asking her about this. Fangfang and I never talked about it in front of her.”
Lin Yao reminded: “Remember, you must not ask this question in front of Sister Yan.”
In the quilt on the other side, Zhang Zhiqin yawned silently, and continued to chat with Mo Yan in pain, and finally thought of a topic again:
“Sister Mo, are you married?”
This question made Zhang Zhiqin a fruitful harvest. Not only did he receive a cordial voice from Mo Yan:
“It’s up to you if I get married or not!”
And successfully terminated this chat-Mo Yan didn’t send any more messages.
“Can this be angry?”
Zhang Zhiqin also waited for a long time with his eyes wide open, and finally had to put down the phone and put his head out of the quilt helplessly, puzzled.
Is it so moody at the age of 33?
The woman is really terrible!
At this time, Yunhai and Lin Yao were staying in the hotel.
Mo Yan sat on the bed with his knees, his chin resting on his folded arms, his eyes lost.
It’s very different from her usual shrewd and capable look.
After a long time, Mo Yan picked up the phone thrown on the bed and found a photo with a low resolution in the photo album.
This should have been taken about ten years ago, when the pixels of mobile phone cameras were still relatively low.
In the photo, a girl in a long-haired shawl and a wedding dress is cuddling a man. The girl has a beautiful appearance and a sweet smile.
The girl’s facial features are very similar to Mo Yan.
To be precise, it was Mo Yan ten years ago.
This is a wedding photo of Mo Yan when he was young.
“Today is September 29th, exactly ten years ago…”