As a hotly discussed topic some time ago, Xiang Fengyu's sudden move made the marketing accounts excited and promoted it crazily.
Thanks to them, in less than half a day, everyone in the circle knew——
I went crazy listening to the wind and rain at night.
'It's just a joke that I don't think it was written by Ye Lan, why does this sister really believe it?'
'No, is there something wrong with her mental state?'
'Seeing as her family conditions are quite good, it's not like that...'
'Help, this title makes me laugh to death, this girl is really following the trend hahahaha'
'@叶兰, sister, please come and see me. Listening to the wind and rain at night, you are acting like a monster again'
'I have made a reservation for the live broadcast at night. I want to see how she explains that the lights go out because they are hers.'
'I finally understand what XXX is like in the novel. The whole circle is blown away by the gold content of this sentence. Ye Tingfeng Yu single-handedly attracted a few stinky readers here.'
'I don't think she is crazy, she just wants to be black and red. After all, black and red are also red. This sister has such a good attitude. She still persists after being scolded for so many years.'
'Isn't it...she is a cockroach? Why can't she be killed?'
'Ye Lan, if you don't send a lawyer's letter at this time, how long will you hide it?'
Facing the crowd of netizens, Xiang Shilan was sitting in her private jet taking a bath.
Hearing the constant buzzing of the phone, Xiang Shilan had a bad premonition and motioned to the servant next to her to hand over the phone.
"Speech to the wind."
Xiang Shilan gritted his teeth and read out these three words.
She knew that this little bastard would not live peacefully with a pauper!
"Brother, didn't you say that Xiang Fengyu's account would be blocked? Why can she still post live broadcast previews?"
Xiang Shilan lowered her voice and called Xiang Dongchen with an aggrieved voice.
"Mr. Xiao Xiang, we have been breached again. We can't hold it anymore. Do you want to call K?"
There were faint sounds of voices over there, and Xiang Dongchen seemed to be very busy.
But so what.
Does Xiang Shilan think there is anything more important than herself in this world?
"Lanlan, her live broadcast will not be broadcast smoothly."
Xiang Dongchen comforted his sister and nodded towards the first secretary.
The latter understood and walked aside to make a phone call.
"K, this opponent is very difficult. Xiao Xiang is always willing to pay you double your hourly wage."
"grateful."
After Xiang Dongchen hung up the phone, the first secretary also ended the call.
"Mr. Xiao Xiang, K has already reached an agreement over there."
"With him here, the mysterious hacker has nothing to fear."
Xiang Dongchen said nothing.
"Contact Xiang Fengyu, I want to meet with her."
When Xiang Fengyu received a call from his secretary, he was completing one of his daily perverted tasks - secretly hiding things used by Yan Xingyue.
As soon as Yan Xingyue stuffed the rack where he usually hung his underwear into his sweater, a shadow fell over him.
"What are you doing?"
Xiang Fengyu: "..."
She turned around stiffly, looked into Yan Xingyue's obscure eyes, and coughed to Feng Yu.
"take it out."
There was a hint of helplessness in the calm voice that Yan Xingyue himself didn't notice.
Xiang Fengyu said in an innocent voice: "What to take?"
Yan Xingyue glanced at her big belly.
Xiang Fengyu held his belly. Under his gaze, he reached to the hem of his sweater and took out a clothes drying rack from his belly.
"No, I will give birth if you take responsibility."
"You're welcome."
Yan Xingyue: "......"
You have a clothes drying rack, right?
Before Yan Xingyue could comment on this, Xiang Fengyu's phone rang.
Someone who was caught answered the phone with relief.
"Hello, this is Xiang Fengyu Smita."
secretary:"………"
It can be seen that the eldest lady who has been invisible in the Xiang family for more than 20 years is really not becoming cheerful.
She's just plain crazy.
After listening to the secretary's words, Xiang Feng Yu raised his eyebrows: "If he wants to see me, I'll let him see me."
"Jiang Zhiying has to spend 20 million to see my fiancé. How much can I pay to Dongchen?"
The secretary turned off the sound on the phone and repeated it to Xiang Dongchen.
Xiang Dongchen twitched his lips into a sneer.
"Tell Xiang Fengyu that she is only worth twenty yuan."
The secretary said twenty yuan, and Xiang Fengyu said cheerfully: "Okay, give me twenty yuan."
"Two o'clock in the afternoon, Xiang Group, see you there or not."
The secretary still couldn't react.
Twenty, is that enough?
Xiang Fengyu is too easy to satisfy. Is life in the Yan family already so tight?
So at two o'clock in the afternoon.
The eldest young master of the Xiang family, the future heir of the Xiang family, and now Mr. Xiang is waiting for Xiang Fengyu to appear.
As a result, no one was seen, but a courier was received.
A palm-sized box, opened to contain——
A piece of fingernail.
And a note.
There was a line of words written on it.
'Twenty yuan, let's see the nail cap of my little finger, Lao Deng'
By the way, this express delivery is still payable on delivery.
Xiang Dongchen, who spent thirty-five yuan to get a piece of fingernail: "..."
The second secretary next to him silently looked away.
This is the Waterloo in Mr. Xiao Xiang’s business history...
7:50 p.m.
Yan Xingyue received 20 million from Jiang Zhiying.
Xiang Fengyu on the side said, "You can obviously ask for more, but why are you only asking for 20 million? As long as Jiang Zhi is here, are you afraid that she won't give it to you?"
Yan Xingyue slid her fingers on the phone screen and responded in a very calm voice: "I want her to watch her 'hard work' fall apart with her own eyes. She needs to pay back ten times what my mother has suffered."
Xiang Fengyu said no more.
After all, she is not a party involved. She has no position to intervene without the suffering of others.
"Jiang Zhiying gave me the money, let's go."
Go to the maid's room and take Jiang Zhi out. Yan Xingyue plans to send him away.
Jiang Zhi was still thinking about what to eat tonight.
"So soon? Can't I stay until my sister finishes the live broadcast?"
Yan Xingyue didn't bother to bargain with him and just dragged him away.
Jiang Zhi: "Wait a minute! I have my phone with you, can you give it back to me first?"
Yan Xingyue was not afraid of his tricks and just threw it to him.
Jiang Zhi called his mother.
Jiang Zhiying, whose eyes were bloodshot and couldn't sleep every night because of fear, burst into tears the moment she received the call from her son.
"Son! Mom——"
"Hey, Mom, I'll be home later, don't worry about me."
After that, he hung up the phone directly.
"I forgot to report, can I finish reading before leaving?"
Jiang Zhi smiled obediently at Yan Xingyue, his dark eyes reflecting his figure.
Yan Xingyue let go of his hand in disgust.
"what ever."
Xiangfeng Whisperer was already standing in front of the prepared camera.
"The Xiang family won't block my live broadcast room intentionally."
Seeing Yan Xingyue walk in, Xiang Fengyu couldn't help but ask about this possibility.
Yan Xingyue leaned aside, picked up the butterfly knife that Xiang Fengyu had placed in the red silk box, played with it in his hand, and said in a casual tone: "No."
If he says no, that means no.
Xiang Fengyu believed in Yan Xingyue.
The live broadcast begins.
