I’m A Baller

　　 "Is my cell phone number so easy to find?"

　　 Wang Yan complained to An Xiaofang, Mr. An pursed his lips and smiled.

　　 Yes, I have her.

　　 Actually, this is normal. The circle is not big or small. You can get a relationship around two corners. If someone wants to ask for a mobile phone number, it's hard to hide it from reason.

　　 The whitelist of young and old can block calls, but not text messages.

　　 Banks, insurance companies, communications companies, and messy institutions can send text messages with a special sign.

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

　　 The current mobile phone number is too bad, and the interception level is not enough. It's time to change to a high-level one.

　　 Can't change the number in a hurry, Wang Yan comes to nothing, and starts to dial text messages.

　　 In a nutshell-various invitations.

　　 Tactful, straightforward and explicit, there are any types.

　　 When opening a multimedia message, I was taken aback.

　　 I'm going, a butterfly that's so pink!

　　 It was a tattoo, which was pulled apart by **** and appeared in the center of the photo.

　　 Such a beautiful tattoo... 90 points, right?

　　 Wang Yan felt some shock, and he was ready to move...because other things didn't move.

　　啧啧, this girl really works!

　　 Looking at the text in the text message, the youngest soon remembered the situation of the girl——

　　 Non-subject, 18 years old, auditioned for the role of Xiaoduo, with an innocent face with a lordosis and curling up. The three points are not low, except for his poor acting.

　　 Do you want to...Guide?

　　 As soon as Liu Li's relatives came, the young and old began to hold back, and the sparks strayed wildly, and there was no wind and spontaneous combustion every morning.

　　 If you give money, it can be settled. Wang Yan doesn't mind spending money to defeat the fire.

　　Fudo women in the company are the basic leadership qualities, but the wild flowers outside do not have such concerns, just look at the score.

　　Wang Yan doesn't know how other gods, rich and young, think of this kind of thing, anyway, he finds it very exciting.

　　 What the young and old hate most is that unfamiliar women want to talk to themselves when they meet each other. For example, Li Shuyun, a senior from the Academy of Fine Arts, does not want to give her a chance.

　　 If you show that you are greedy for your money and your body, then you are a good girl.

　　Please, the society is so chaotic, who will pretend to be pure?

　　Everyone is busy. Keep it simple and straightforward. Don't live like a dying hypocrisy at the most passionate and brilliant age.

　　 There are at least 40 years to be used for hypocrisy, but there is only so much youth, it is shameful to waste and sinful to squander.

　　 The biggest squandering of youth is to be awkward, cringe, not dare to go in according to my own mind, and miss nothing.

　　 Since Wang Yan got the system, he didn't intend to get used to that problem.

　　 The waves of restraint are still waves in essence, rather than following the rules.

　　 Controlling desires does not mean extinction of passions. Young people have always had a B number in their hearts.

　　 So happily returned two words to the girl: "Pretty!"

　　 made an understatement, and then there is no more text, I plan to discuss it later.

　　 Anyway, she will always be ready, not in a hurry.

　　 Scrolled through a few more text messages, and they all felt similar. Wang Yan was about to lock the screen when he suddenly saw a "special" text message.

　　 special in the first few words.

　　 "Producer Wang, I am Wang Haiou..."

Huh?

what's the situation?

　　 The young man clicked on the text message with great interest and read it.

　　"...Thank you very much for your optimism and support. Seagull feels honored and stressed. When will you have time? I would like to treat you to a casual meal. I have a lot of questions to ask you..."

　　 A very official and very polite text message.

　　 This is the difference between famous celebrities and low-level newcomers.

　　 SMS, WeChat, and even mobile phone calls are not safe and euphemistic. They are a manifestation of self-protection.

　　 Newcomers are not qualified to be euphemistic. It is right to seize the only opportunity to climb up.

　　 Wang Yan thought about it for about 3 seconds, and decided to give them a chance.

　　 Say hello to An Xiaofang and Wang Muye: "You are busy, I will go to an appointment."

　　 Then Shi Shiran retreated under the tacit glances of the two people.

　　 went out and took the elevator to the 79th floor and found the International Trade 79 restaurant.

　　 It's time for dinner. There are vacancies in the restaurant, but there are no boxes.

　　 Wang Yan was not in a hurry, and smiled and asked the beauty at the front desk: "Could you please ask the executive chef of your hotel? My Golden Circle VIP points should be quite high, maybe some privileges."

　　 The little beauty was surprised, but looked at Wang Dashao's style and aura and reported it decisively.

　　 In fact, Wang Dashao's privileges in Xiangji's hotels are not "very high", but very high.

　　 Thanks to the unified management, the executive chef of the hotel hurried downstairs and greeted him enthusiastically after less than 3 minutes after he reported his name.

　　 This is a middle-aged white man named Griide. With a mouthful of a Mediterranean movie, he immediately arranged a four-person small box for Wang Yan and brought in the restaurant’s chef Nathan.

　　 With greetings, Wang Yan began to text them.

　　 sent to Wang Haiou: "I am about to have dinner with my friends, if you don't dislike it, welcome."

　　 sent to Lu Fei: "Guomao 79 restaurant, the front desk reported Mr. Wang's name."

　　 Lu Fei is the courageous girl with very pink tattoos. I emphasize it again: her face is pure and lordotic.

　　 When Wang Yan does not wave, it is so quiet, no one can stop it.

　　 Two women who were completely unrelated but had a certain mindset were gathered by him for fear of not being stimulating enough.

　　Artist is bold?

　　 In fact, it is more indifferent to the result.

　　 is just a meal, and the process is fun enough.

　　 Lu Fei didn't go far after the audition, and soon came to the restaurant. It took less than a minute to see Wang Yan and Wang Haiou also arrived.

　　 The waiter led Wang Haiou in, and the two beauties were taken aback when they saw each other.

　　 Wang Yan smiled and introduced them.

　　 "Wang Haiou, the second female of my movie~www.readwn.com~Lu Fei, a very interesting little sister."

　　 Big eyes stared at small eyes for a few seconds, Lu Feiqiang smiled and said hello: "Hello, sister Ou..."

　　 Wang Haiou was more stable and smiled decently: "Hello, good fortune."

　　 Then continue to stare at the small eyes.

　　 The two are not familiar with Wang Yan, and they don't know what the relationship between each other and Wang Yan is. They are tied up, and it is difficult to find topics.

　　 Wang Yan is also very bad. I concentrate on looking at the menu and communicating with the chef Nathan about the dishes, which is not helpful at all.

　　 But at the moment, the young and old are still very attractive, with their elbows on the table, their hands folded, and listening to Nathan's jokes-the buddy speaks either French or Spanish, and the two beauties didn't understand a word.

　　 Looking at the calm look of Wang Dashao who nodded his head from time to time, he was immediately in awe.

　　 Wang Shao has an elegant posture and learns to be rich in five cars. I love it!

　　 was fascinated, Wang Yan finally spoke, using the English word "Justdoyourbest!"

　　Lu Fei's English level is particularly stale, but she is slightly suspicious: this accent... why is it a little weird?

　　 Suddenly, she suddenly remembered Charlotte's troubles, and the song "Forehead Lao Ga, Hold on to Jie Gu'er" suddenly echoed in her mind. The magical melody made her shake her feet.

　　 Wang Haiou knew a lot, his expression almost collapsed. .

　　 can this sentence be used like this?

　　 In fact, there is nothing wrong with it. Nathan obviously understood, and raised three fingers: "OK, OK!"