The beginning of a city with a trillion

Then he returned to Yunhe Manor and continued to celebrate until two o'clock in the morning before the celebration ended.

Chapter 247 Famous troubles! (fourth more)

Yunhe Manor.

The sun shines in from the window, and the fresh morning breeze keeps blowing the curtains.

Yang Fei seemed to be awakened by the sneaking sunlight, and slowly opened his eyes.

At this time, feel the soft touch around you.

He couldn't help stretching out his hand to stroke the kitten in his arms a few times, it was as soft as touching a ball of buns.

And there are bursts of fragrance coming into the nose, refreshing and intoxicating.

Yang Fei couldn't help taking a big breath, the aroma was intoxicating, and he felt relaxed and refreshed physically and mentally.

At this time, Lin Xiaoman snorted softly, and then opened his sleepy eyes.

"Wake up, baby!" Yang Fei said gently.

"What time is it?" Lin Xiaoman yawned.

"Well... it's nine o'clock."

"Ah, it's terrible, I'm going to meet fans at noon, get up!"

Lin Xiaoman remembered that there was a fan meeting at noon today, so she quickly sat up, but as if she had just woken up, she let out a soft cry and lay down.

"what's wrong?"

She frowned, blushed, and squeezed Yang Fei's arm fiercely, "It's all your fault, hum!"

Yang Fei suddenly understood, and laughed dumbly: "The conscience of heaven and earth, the worst is not me, okay?"

"Also said, ignore you..."

"Okay, okay, it's my fault."

"Humph!"

Lin Xiaoman hummed, but smiled in his eyes...

early morning.

Suddenly it snowed in Seoul, the temperature plummeted, and pedestrians walked hurriedly on the cold streets.

In a coffee shop on the street, Zhao Yaxin was holding a cup of coffee in warm colors, and a newspaper was placed in front of her.

On the front page of the newspaper, a picture of Girls' Generation caught her attention.

To be precise, it should be Lin Xiaoman who stood on the stage with Girls' Generation, who caught her attention.

In the picture, Lin Xiaoman is holding the trophy and smiling happily.

Especially with Yang Fei standing beside her.

"Fox!" Zhao Yaxin pouted, then she crumpled up the newspaper in front of her and threw it into the trash can.

Immediately, she picked up her mobile phone and called her assistant Du Xiaolan.

"Sister Yaxin, Happy New Year!"

"I'm unhappy and angry."

"Ah, sister, who made you angry."

"I...I'm fine, just kidding, happy new year!" Zhao Yaxin swallowed her words.

She originally wanted to ask Du Xiaolan about last night's situation, but she thought that it was not appropriate for Du Xiaolan to know about such a private matter.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Yaxin hummed: "Damn Xiaofei, I'll deal with you when I go back..."

When she said this, countless punishment measures had already appeared in her mind, such as kneeling on the washboard, twisting her ears, and writing a book of thousands of words...

In short, Yang Fei had to ask for more blessings.

Also in Seoul, in the living room of a villa in the suburbs.

Ji Rou is eating breakfast. There is also a newspaper in front of her. Coincidentally, there is also news about Girls' Generation in the newspaper.

Of course, she is not concerned about Girls' Generation, but their boss Yang Fei.

I don't know when it started, but she started to pay attention to Yang Fei's news.

"This guy Xiaofei is showing off his wealth again." It was Zhang Jiajun who spoke, and he came down from the second floor with a mobile phone in his hand.

"Why are you showing off your wealth?" Ji Rou asked casually.

"Look, Weibo is full of news about him. Last night he rewarded a anchor with [-] million RMB on the Douyu platform. What a rich man!"

"Hehe, that's really rich!" Ji Rou chuckled, took the mobile phone handed over by Zhang Jiajun, and scanned several news at a glance:

"Douyu surprises a super local tycoon, a reward of [-] million!"

"Asia's super popular girl group 'Girls' Generation' is supporting Douyu anchor Lin Xiaoman."

"Douyu local tyrants have entered the era of [-] million yuan in rewards!"

"A super local tyrant who is even richer than the national husband..."

Behind him, Zhang Jiajun was complaining: "This guy Xiaofei is really generous in picking up girls."

Ji Rou smiled and continued to watch the news...

And what is the person involved, Yang Fei, doing?

He was eating breakfast alone at the breakfast shop downstairs of Lin Xiaoman's house. It happened that Teacher He called just now, and the two of them were chatting on the phone.

"Xiao Fei, the big boss is generous, a reward of [-] million, admiration!"

"Haha, this is small money, small money, nothing to worry about."

"You'll kill your anger when you talk, it's a small amount of money!"

"Ha ha!"

Yang Fei was cheerful.