Chapter 28

The hoarse voice, Nanxi no matter how stupid she was, she knew what the situation was, and immediately stopped being a demon.

Stiff and immobile, you will be stunned. You will be unconsciously confused by the sleepiness of infection.

Zhang Yichen accidentally slept soundly. When she opened her eyes, the sun was already setting outside the window. The delicate little face in his arms naturally leaned against his chest and no longer deliberately kept a certain distance.

Her sleeping face was so quiet that she could hardly take off her guard against him like this.

The faint fragrance of flowers floated wantonly with her steady breathing, eroding his breathing, pulling his thoughts, paralyzing his nerves, making him unable to move away and gradually watching.

After kissing her forehead deeply, Zhang Yichen slowly regained consciousness.

He pulled away quickly. One second later, he was afraid that he would kiss all the way out of control until he reached the attractive lip flap.

The knock on the door sounds. The 100 square meter office is equipped with an anti eavesdropping system. Unless the door is not closed, people outside the door can't hear it without raising the sound response.

Slowly move your hand from under your soft waist, take out the phone from your suit pocket and dial.

Gao Qiufeng, standing outside the door, stared at the name of the phone. Isn't the little Lord in the house?

Then, the other party came a low voice: "the lock is unlocked. Come in and keep quiet."

"OK."

Gao Qiufeng walked in with a question mark all over his head. The beautiful picture in the house almost sent him away.

The thick eyelashes trembled slightly as Zhang Yichen pulled out an arm. Nanxi rubbed in unhappily to find the most comfortable position, and the corners of her mouth curled up.

Zhang Yichen gently dragged her head with her other hand, raised her eyes and looked at Gao Qiufeng.

Gao Qiufeng quickly put his eyes flat and tried to make an expression of pure heart and few desires. In fact, it's not Nanxi's charming sleeping face that makes him look stunned. He's seen the world anyway. If it's not good, turn out the old film starring Nanxi on TV. What do you want to see.

What really surprised him was the tenderness that Zhang Yichen unconsciously showed. He had been with Zhang Yichen for nearly seven years and had never seen him before.

The cold sweat on the back is rising, and there is a sense of instability under the cold and arrogant gaze.

Take out the courage borrowed and report: "Zhou Lei of Zhou shengmeng is waiting for you in the conference room all afternoon." I hope it can transfer the hatred.

"Ask him to sign all the copyright transfer contracts, and you can take them directly."

Gao Qiufeng was stunned again. He was smart this time and didn't go in the wrong direction. Staring at the bookcase above the front, he quickly concentrated and asked, "don't you have to review the content? In case he changes and adds items randomly."

Zhou shengmeng likes to take shortcuts and play some means that can't see the light. Otherwise, how to make trouble from Zhouqi literature network to fengxiao copyright.

Zhang Yichen didn't think so and smiled: "Oh, they don't dare."

Gao Qiufeng answered and quickly took the door away for Xiaoming. Zhou shengmeng really doesn't dare, unless he doesn't want the 8e he just got.

Tiptoe back with a stack of documents, Gao Qiufeng tried to be careful not to make a sound and put it on the desk. He was forced to stand next to the leader with his eyes above the top and turn the contract to the place where signature is required in advance.

Zhang Yichen unscrewed the pen cover and signed with one hand.

Suddenly, the goblin in her arms whispered, "Zhang Yichen."

"I'm here." I lowered my head and found that Nanxi didn't wake up and was in a murmur of somniloquy.

Gao Qiufeng felt numb all over, not by electricity. He was frightened and set a more standard standing posture comparable to the military posture. I can't help meditating. If I want to live a good life for a long time, my eyes can't always float.

"Zhang Yichen, don't go."

Hand rhythm evenly patted her on the back and comforted: "good, I won't go."

"Somebody, chop him for the palace and stew the old turtle soup." Nanxi raised her hand and made a command. In a moment, her hand dropped down, and her delicate lips sipped: "mm-hmm, the old turtle soup is delicious."

"Poof!"

Gao Qiufeng received the military management of the military academy before joining Tianyu. Generally, he will never break his skills, but he can't help it.

Zhang Yichen narrowed his eyes and glanced at Gao Qiufeng whose face was red. The other party quickly adjusted his state and said seriously: "five literature websites agreed to our acquisition this morning."

Speaking of business, Zhang Yichen also pulled back his attitude and said, "long Kong doesn't intend to let go?"

Gao Qiufeng kept the wonderful flower straight and replied, "well, I sent the agreement to increase the dividend at noon. They still insist and are not willing to sell literature websites."

Speaking of longkong literature website, it is not a big domestic station. The server has not been changed for ten years. More people log in and get stuck. But the small broken station can be described as crouching tiger, hidden dragon, the habitat of half of the well-known authors. Several other major literary networks have been won, leaving it to hold its ground.

"It's a bit of backbone." Zhang Yichen's signature speed is still the same. "We'll talk about it tomorrow morning and tell them that the dividend and publicity will remain unchanged. They can keep 50% of their shares in their hands."

"OK."

Zhang Yichen began to ask people to negotiate with major literary networks half a month ago. Gao Qiufeng didn't know why at that time. Now he suddenly understands.

Sure enough, every step is meaningful. Kwai Kung is reminded by light cough, and busy speeding up the speed of hand.

Finally, Long Fei finished, and Gao Qiufeng piled up the documents and left in the attitude of fleeing the famine.

"He's gone. We're going to the birthday party."

A sentence like talking to himself had a great impact, and Nan Xi suddenly sat up straight.

Zhang Yichen held down the person who wanted to stand up, "don't panic, move your hands and feet first."

"I'm all right," Nanxi shook her arm and cried out wrongly: "it's so numb."

Zhang Yichen smiled and rubbed his hands quickly over his small arms. No doubt, in exchange for an imaginative cry: "Zhang Yichen, stop! Stop!"

"Is it better?"

Zhang Yichen stopped "destroying" his hands. He was willing to continue bullying the people in his arms, but his physiological reaction was not allowed.

Nanxi powder fist beat him three times in front of his chest impolitely, jumped out of his arms and said fiercely, "you are absolutely taking revenge for public and private affairs. Be careful that I report to mother Zhang and grandma Zhang."

Zhang Yichen raised his wrist to look at his watch. At 6:20, counting the traffic jam, they must start immediately in order not to be late.

The side face looked at the tabloids, and said, "Princess highness, I was wrong. Let's go."

Your highness... Nanxi's cheeks are spreading red clouds, and he has just played a trick on Zhang Yi Chen's point.

Pretending to be reasonable, he went on: "then you compensate me. Did you listen to the report I said before? Don't just pretend to be confused. Anyway, you can't run away from the responsibility you must bear. Give some constructive guidance."

Zhang Yichen asked softly, "do you care what I think?"

Nanxi blurted out, "of course!"

Although she doesn't want to admit it, with Zhang Yichen's rich experience as a guarantee, her son's future road of flying frost and streamer sword will be higher, farther and smoother.

After a short pause, Zhang Yichen pulled Nanxi's hand, "first determine the producers, especially the director, screenwriter and producer. He can't rely on Feng Xiao. He is less white than you in film and television production. Liang Tingrui will give you a list of candidates tomorrow. It's best not to replace the directors and screenwriters."

"OK, thank you. It's very kind of you."

Nanxi's mouth was sweet, but her hand was inadvertently pulled back and put in his arms. Holding hands is much more ambiguous than holding hands. She doesn't want to go on tour again.

"Take me to Shuian Tiancheng apartment first, and I'll change my clothes."

Sitting in the car, Nanxi dragged her black-and-white ol, and it was impolite to attend Zhang's mother's birthday party in this dress.

Zhang Yichen glanced at the time and disagreed: "don't change, time is too tight."

"No!" Nanxi insisted. The next second she turned her face, pitifully sucked her nose and said in a hoarse voice, "Mom's annual birthday, my image must be decent and can't embarrass her. Moreover, the gift I bought for her is still at home. I'll take it and give it to her myself."

Zhang Yichen:

Turn the steering wheel and insert it into the right lane.

It was not because he was familiar with Nanxi's acting talent that he didn't show ridiculous pity.

After smoking three cigarettes, Nanxi finally appeared in a light blue fishtail dress and carried a large gift bag.

Stop in front of him, Meimei turns around and asks, "what a long face for mom?"

The elegant skirt is attached with wonderful appeal by her naughty smile and is no longer rigid.

Take off your suit and put it on Nanxi's shoulder, "well, that's good."

"What the hell! The core highlight of this skirt is in the deep groove on the back. I don't want your clothes."

Pull the chattering people down the stairs and get on the bus, "good princess, don't make trouble."

The princess is a wool! I can't get through it, can I!

Nanxi on the bus was unhappy with his microblog, and the overwhelming news coverage swept through the major media. The central idea was all around: Tianyu spent a lot of money to support the revival of literary creation.

Tianyu enterprise xuante is worthy of the super high hourly salary. With a short article of 2000 words, he began to talk about the warmth and coldness of human feelings, and suddenly turned around in the middle. It shows that Tianyu not only redeemed himself for fengxiao at sky high prices, but also spared no expense to buy a number of supporting literature websites and redefine super good welfare to support literary renaissance.

For a time, all netizens turned into publicity experts and sang Tianyu's hymn.

Only Nanxi sneered and pressed the black lock screen. Before, she wondered why Zhang Yichen didn't go to court to get back the wronged money.

It turned out that people were waiting for public opinion to get up, and when the momentum was good, they positioned a high-profile acquisition as early as possible. Hundreds of millions of all-round publicity fees have also attracted various ace writers. It's really not a loss.

Profiteers, no profiteers, no profiteers!

Fortunately, she is not as simple as before. This time, she took the initiative to protect the dominance of the things she loves.

Zhang Yichen ran four red lights and took her to the old villa.

As soon as the car stopped steadily, Nanxi turned her face and ruthlessly took the lead in getting off, waiting for Zhang Yichen to enter the field alone. Today is mother Zhang's birthday. In previous years, mother Zhang's birthday banquet was comparable to Cannes red carpet, with a collection of stars and celebrities.

I believe this year, as the only son of Zhang, Zhang Yichen must have attracted much attention. She doesn't want to tell him the gossip.

Go straight to the banquet hall and look around the circle to find the protagonist.

When she walked up gracefully, she heard a pretentious voice accusing her: "Why are you such a stupid child? What do your friends say and believe? The gift prepared so long in advance brought a broken fake. You can't blame you for our poor education as parents. Sister Zhang, don't be angry with pan pan. The child is also one heart."