Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

[Show me, show me! I want to see the mansion! ]

[Is that the huge Buckingham Palace?]

[Where is the immortal demon? Where is the immortal demon? Where is the immortal demon? I am here to see the immortal demon.]

[Has the Undead Demon arrived? ]

[It’s ok to show me Wen Can]

[Is the Undead Demon coming to the Wen family for an interview? ]

[The Undead Demon didn't say he would definitely accept this interview, and there was no publicity. Maybe it was a mistake? ]

[Inside information, that is W]

[The Undead Demon is totally worthy of a separate episode. I don’t understand why he has to stick to the Wen family like a daughter-in-law. I don’t like it.]

[An immortal demon is destined to become a daughter-in-law of a wealthy family. There is nothing wrong with that.]

[Bullshit, Yuan Xiaoqi offended countless people by exposing the flower box case seven years ago. She still wants to be the daughter-in-law of a wealthy family? I think it’s better to let Wen Can marry into the family.]

[How can Ye Kong marry into the family when he has no father, no mother, and no family? ]

【Wen Can’s Marriage Flower Box】

……

The noisy comments instantly flooded the screen.

The staff member who was communicating with the Wen family’s housekeeper outside the camera was also chattering, leaving only a cameraman and the host to talk.

"Is Miss Ye on the way?"

"It seems so. It will be here in a few minutes."

"She's quite nervous. This is her first public interview since she became famous at a young age, right?"

"Yes, to be honest, I took melatonin last night but I was still too nervous to sleep."

"Are you a fan of hers?"

"Nonsense, how many people of our age haven't liked "Flowers of the Galaxy"? They also chased "Stellaris" to death."

"Then you can ask her some questions related to her work later."

"Well, the topic of this interview is not the work. We will have another opportunity to ask about the work."

……

The information revealed in the conversation immediately triggered a frenzy of comments.

The number of people in the live broadcast room quietly reached 500,000.

Amidst the bustling scene, in the second-floor window of a white building, Wen Rong, dressed in a suit and tie, was standing in front of the window, gazing into the distance.

The assistant behind him handed over the tablet and said, "There are already 500,000 people in the live broadcast room. This time, we will definitely promote your image thoroughly."

Wen Rong took the tablet and stared at the crazy comments on the screen. After watching for two minutes, his face darkened slightly and he snorted with a sarcastic sneer: "A little painter is acting like an actor. How low-class."

The assistant glanced at his expression and said, "After you come out, the person being discussed will be changed."

Wen Rong looked at him coldly: "You mean I want to learn to be an actor too?"

"Of course you are different from them. You are an entrepreneur, a child of destiny who was born extraordinary. You don't need to care about the attention of these rabble. And you will definitely not cause controversy like Ye Kong. You must be admired and yearned for. This is the essential difference between you."

Wen Rong frowned and returned the tablet: "I think you need to practice your flattery skills. What nonsense you said."

Having said that, he turned his head and straightened his collar towards the glass on the bookcase, and asked casually, "Is everything ready?"

"Yes, everything is ready, and the study is perfectly furnished."

The cloudy eyes stared at himself in the glass, revealing a frightening fighting spirit: "No matter what questions you want to ask, I have already prepared the answers. This time, you will be my stepping stone. After all, people like you have worked hard to crawl in front of us. It would be a waste if we don't step on you."

"Sir, here she comes."

Wen Rong turned his head and looked out the window. A very ordinary black car drove into the manor, crossed the lawn, and headed towards the main gate of the house.

On the tablet nearby, the camera was aimed at the car. When the barrage of comments flooded the camera, the number of live viewers instantly soared to 800,000.

"The immortal demon is coming."

The host's tense voice came from off-camera.

·

The car braked to a stop at the door.

A tall and upright figure appeared out of the camera first and opened the car door before the driver got out.

[It's Wen Can! Damn! He's been here for so long and he's only appeared now! ]

[Looking closer, I found it was really high]

[What a long leg, slurp slurp]

[What are you slurping about? I’m an immortal demon.]

……

The car door opens.

At the junction of darkness and brightness, the two people's eyes met.

Then he extended his hand, and she smiled and took it: "Although it's a little late, but good morning - it seems more meaningful to say it looking at your face than sending good morning on the phone."

"What does it feel like?"

He pulled her out.

“It feels like a good start to the day.”

She was dressed casually, but they were obviously new clothes. Her hair was slightly curled and draped over her shoulders. When she jumped out of the car, she looked like an angel in the sunlight.

A scary yet beautiful angel who is so sharp even when she smiles, and makes your heart skip a beat when she turns to look at the camera.