Sensual Novelist and President of Zhuiwen

"Is there a difference? You can't entertain one person, right?"

Yu Wenke frowned at this delicate man with a gun in his mouth. He felt that this man was comparable to that director, but the director was not as refined as him.

Not to mention the shiny leather shoes, the hair was combed meticulously, and he was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and a bow tie in summer. He didn't know whether he was afraid of the heat or where the air conditioner was turned on.

When walking towards the liberal arts side, the dog's nose can even smell a faint scent of perfume in the liberal arts.

So the frown deepened.

Before Wang Yumo could speak, this delicate man walked up to Yu Wenke and asked:

"You write novels?"

"Ah? How did you know?" The man's tone was slightly unfriendly, and Yu Wenke closed his notebook in a panic.I was afraid that I would start a fight with him in the next second.

But the man went on to ask:

"Sand Sculpture Romance Little Huang Wen?"

Yu Lianke is not happy about this, why is this person so rude, even if he writes very silly, he can't say that in front of him!

"Langli Baitiao's true self?"

Yu Wenke couldn't hold back any longer and came out from behind the counter.

Before he could open his mouth, he was blocked by Wang Yumo between the two of them, with his back turned to Liberal Arts, and his face turned to the unfriendly handsome man, and said:

"Maybe you have some misunderstanding. Is there anything you can sit down and chat slowly while eating, please come to the private room upstairs?"

Huang Huadong glanced at Wang Yumo, thinking that he shouldn't be too impatient, so he gave Yu Wenke a look and went up.

Yu Wenke was stared inexplicably. He wanted to go home with his computer, but was dragged upstairs by Wang Yumo.

You said that he is "isolated from the world", and he has built a fish pond at home for so long, and no one really visits him except those who come to buy things.

As a result, the man sat at home, and disaster came from heaven.

In just a short time, people came to him one after another, and it was the director, the president, and this one who came to pick things up.

Yu Wenke felt that he needed to burn incense and worship Buddha to get rid of bad luck.

Wang Yumo handed the menu to the exquisite man, and said politely:

"My name is Wang Yumo, I don't know what to call you?"

"Huang Huadong. What about you?" Huang Huadong asked Yu Wenke.

Yu Wenke was sitting on the opposite table with his laptop in his arms, with a defensive look on his face, and he didn't speak.

Wang Yumo replied:

"I grew up in Wenke."

"Is there an object?"

"No, just like me, single." Wang Yumo said.

"I asked him, but I didn't ask you, so you shut up." Huang Huadong looked unhappy, and Yu Wenke was about to get up and run away.

He still has the important task of finishing the little sweetheart article.

However, this man named Huang Huadong was obviously not a good person, and his face changed in the next second, and he pulled him to have a drink together.

Before noon, I ordered a table of food and drank with Yu Wenke.

Yu Wenke has a good drinking capacity, and Wang Yumo has a good drinking capacity, but this guy named Huang Huadong obviously can't.

Not only is the capacity for alcohol bad, but the wine quality is also very poor.

After drinking two cups, he grabbed Wang Yumo regardless, pointed at Wang Yumo's face, and cursed:

"You say you, a person who writes sand sculptures and yellow texts, is still hyping up, hype is a fart!"

Wang Yumo looked at Yu Wenke who was opposite, Yu Wenke swallowed silently, he felt that this person must be prejudiced against him, he didn't even know him, okay?

"No, I have to send a message to Guan Yi!" Huang Huadong muttered and took out his mobile phone, started to find the WeChat contact with blurred eyes, and then sent a message in the past:

"Your vision is really terrible!" After speaking, he threw the phone aside, grabbed Wang Yumo's collar and continued:

"You look like a wild pheasant! Do you know who I am? I am the president of Golden Media Company, does the president know?"

This... people are sitting at home, throwing themselves in the CEO's arms, and he is still a handsome CEO. Wang Yumo was a little amused, and asked Yu Wenke:

"Can I sleep with the president tonight? I'm also a president anyway."

"Wait, you asked him, why did you dismiss me like this? I always feel something is wrong." Judging from the series of actions of this person just now, it should be someone Guan Yi knows, and there is probably a reason for targeting him like this.

Wang Yumo stretched out his hand to pinch Huang Huadong's tender cheek, pretending to be wronged and asked:

"It's the first day I've met you, why do you hate me so much?"

When Wang Yumo asked this question, Huang Huadong in his arms suddenly became sad, and said with tears in his eyes:

"If I had known that Guan Yi liked men...would I still be so aggrieved? I really regret it to death! I, like the man who has been thinking about it for so long, never thought that I would end up being a pig like you! Guan Yi I'm blind! To actually be able to fall in love with a guy like you, I'm such a fucking dog! Idiot!"

Huang Huadong was so anxious to swear at the end of his speech.

Yu Wenke was dumbfounded, what!This person has a crush on Guan Yi?

wrong!Guan Yi likes him?

"Wait, why do you say that Guan Yi likes me? Explain to me clearly!" Yu Wenke quickly stood up and rushed to Huang Huadong. Huang Huadong looked at Wang Yumo who was holding him, then at Yu Wenke. Rolling his eyes, he fell into Wang Yumo's arms.

"..."

Yu Wenke wanted to kick people awake, but was stopped by Wang Yumo:

"Hey, wait a minute, I just lost love, you can't do this, it's immoral."

"Didn't we grow up naked together?"

"I just want to be naked with President Huang now." Wang Yumo put his arms around Huang Huadong, stretched out his hand to Huang Huadong's buttocks, squeezed it, and it felt great!

"You are shameless!"

"Sleep with the president on live broadcast tonight." Wang Yumo picked up Huang Huadong and prepared to leave the box.

Yu Wenke quickly grabbed his laptop and followed behind, panicking:

"Are you serious? Wang Dalian, I advise you to be kind!"

Wang Yumo hugged Huang Huadong, looked back at Yu Wenke, and said:

"Do you want to watch?"

"...Afterwards, when President Huang finds someone to kill you, if I have time, I will definitely come and watch, and help you collect the body by the way."

"Brother like brother, thank you."

"Oh." The lard was taken aback!

Yu Wenke came out of Wang Dalian Farmhouse with a different mood. The sun outside was at its worst. He hurried home and suddenly felt something was wrong. Did he really allow Wang Yumo to commit a crime against President Huang?

No, shouldn't he think more about the meaning of the words of the president with the surname of color?

Yu Wenke was lying on the mat in the air-conditioned room, looking at the ceiling, lost in thought.

As a result, the phone rang suddenly, and he was startled. When he saw it, it was actually a video call from the president?

enmmmm...

Yu Wenke was smart after school, he neither hung up nor connected, let the phone call over there, and waited for the automatic cancellation, then took the phone and turned it off.

sleep!

Don't care about his sultry romance novel, don't care about his secret love and true love triangle, he has to sleep.