I was blacklisted by the whole network at the beginning, but I became popular after surviving in the

This side of the wooden house.

Song Yuge hurried back after trying the dishes.

As soon as she came back, she saw that Jiang Beiyue had become friends with Zhuang Yumian and the others.

Several people were holding their phones, their heads buried in what they were doing.

As soon as Wen Qingyan saw them coming back, he couldn't wait to rush towards Wen Yuan and put his hand directly on Wen Yuan's shoulder.

"Brother, my dear brother!"

Wen Yuan glanced at his hand expressionlessly.

Wen Qingyan coughed lightly, then quickly withdrew his hand.

He couldn't help but ask, "Brother, how on earth did you come up with the idea of ​​having someone use a character to make Jiang Beiyue shut up?"

When Jiang Beiyue came back, his hair stood on end.

I was afraid that she would start talking nonsense again.

As a result, after Jiang Beiyue came back, he just squatted in the corner, staring at his phone, muttering to himself, and no one knew what he was saying.

Then Zhuang Yumian and the others exclaimed, saying that Wen Yuan had someone assign a role to Jiang Beiyue.

It turned out that Jiang Beiyue was mumbling and reciting his lines.

Only then did Wen Qingyan realize that it was Wen Yuan who was responsible.

Wen Yuan glanced at him expressionlessly and said, "When you're no longer single, you'll know."

With just one sentence, Wen Qingyan went from laughing to not laughing anymore.

Wen Qingyan was completely bewildered, "......?!"

There are strings of barrages of hahahaha.

Wen Qingyan looked at Wen Yuan's back and was very confused.

Is Wen Yuan no longer single now?

Isn’t it not yet?

I just know how to hurt his heart.

Song Yuge just came back and was preparing to cook.

Wen Yuan stopped him and said directly, "You say it, and I'll do it."

Jiang Qiuyu also quickly said, "I can help too."

Song Yuge looked at Jiang Qiuyu's eager expression and didn't feel comfortable refusing, so he nodded.

She looked at their inventory and mentioned a few dishes.

Wen Yuan nodded and started preparing the food.

Song Yuge looked at Jiang Beiyue and the others who were gathered together, fiddling with something, and couldn't help but walk over out of curiosity.

"What are you doing?"

Jiang Beiyue said without even looking up, "Let's have a lottery with a small account."

Song Yuge: “?”

Zhuang Yumian looked up, his eyes sparkling, with an expression that said, "My favorite couple has actually come true."

"Don't you know? The Wen Group is holding a lottery. One hundred people will be drawn, and each person will win 10,000 yuan."

Song Yuge: “???”

She frowned, squatted down, and leaned over to take a look at the lottery blog that Zhuang Yumian mentioned.

Just happened to see the trending search.

After reading it, Song Yuge fell silent, "..."

One hundred people, ten thousand dollars?!

one million? !

She had never seen a million in her life.

Duan Yujing also created several small accounts, "Turn around, how many have you turned?"

"Three." Song Yuwei said embarrassedly.

Zhuang Yumian blinked and said, "Five of me."

Two of them are analytical.

He didn't smoke it, so he gave it to her.

Then they silently looked at Jiang Beiyue, who was the busiest.

Jiang Beiyue raised an eyebrow, with an expression that said, "I'm the coolest." "Of course it's... ten!"

"What the hell?!" Duan Yujing blurted out, "You have so many fake accounts? Could it be that there are also your sock puppets among the online army?"

As soon as these words came out, Jiang Beiyue almost choked on his own saliva.

Her eyes widened slightly. "How is that possible? Do I look like that kind of person?"

Duan Yujing had an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

How come the one who talks the most among the dead bodies still doesn’t look like one?

Song Yuge didn't listen to what they were saying anymore, but came to the stove.

She stared at Wen Yuan intently.

The man moved skillfully, chopping green onions, ginger and garlic with a kitchen knife, and even took the time to look up at her.

"What's wrong? Are you hungry?"

Song Yuge tried to hold it in for a while, but couldn't help it. "One million, are you a money-giving boy?"

Wen Yuan paused and looked up at her, "What do you mean one million?"