The big entertainer adopted by the female president

Chapter 111 Zhao Wanqi was smeared

Two days later.

Seven Mile Fragrance.

In the second bedroom, Wen Yan was sitting in front of the desk, his hands were following the screen on the computer screen, his left and right hands were in slow motion.

At this time, Wen Yan's expression was very serious, as if the matter in his hands was very energy-consuming.

Well, serializing comics is a delicate job, and Wen Yan has to concentrate fully in order to draw high-quality illustrations.

After returning from Magic Art, he devoted himself to the great cause of comics serialization, lest the dear readers clamor to send him souvenirs.

He didn't want to see a shiny blade when he opened the package one day.

He is not a prophet and does not want to be knifed.

Thinking of what happened in the Magic Art Piano Classroom two days ago, Wen Yan felt the urge to stick his toes to the ground.

In his original thoughts, knowing that he is Zhao Wanqi's songwriter and songwriter, he has the enviable label of "songwriting genius".

His dear classmates will definitely surround him in the crowd, chatting and asking questions, and trying to get close to him.

Even, the girl pestered him to autograph, or confessed in public, and this kind of bloody thing.

Thinking that everyone is a classmate in the same class, looking down but not looking up, Wen Yan didn't want to be too raw.

Except for the confession that he must not agree, he is already ready to sign autographs for the fans.

but……

The above things did not happen.

Most of the students in Composition Class III were only a little surprised at first.

After whispering a few words with the surrounding classmates, they listened to the class seriously, and the atmosphere of the lively discussion in the class was completely gone.

It seems that the popularity of that post on the forum is all fake.

That's weird!
After class, it was Shen Mingzai, the wonderful person, who insisted on asking for Zhao Wanqi's autograph, claiming that he was a fan of Zhao Wanqi, and please help him fulfill his wish.

To say what is different from the past, that is, the number of girls peeking at him has changed more.

After class, Tang Xiaoqiao, who seldom talked to him before, took the initiative to walk up to him and said softly:
"I have the opportunity to ask you about piano techniques."

Then there is no more then.

Perhaps this is the quality of students from top universities. Wen Yan, who had never been to a university in his previous life, expressed that it was a little difficult to understand.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door outside the room, interrupting Wen Yan's association.

As he grew older, Wang Luoxi also began to respect his privacy in the past two years.

For example, before entering the second bedroom, Wang Luoxi developed a good habit of knocking on the door. She would only come in after hearing Wen Yan's answer.

If Wen Yan was young, Wang Luoqi would never have had this self-awareness.

Otherwise, those night attacks would not have happened on many nights in the past.

Wen Yan didn't know how to evaluate Wang Luoqi's change.

But in the bottom of his heart, he still occasionally thinks of the girl who rushed into his room with the pillow.

Wen Yan didn't have any bad thoughts, he just felt that he hadn't had a long talk with Wang Luoxi for a long time.

Well, some miss the warmth of childhood.

"Sister Luo Qi, the door is unlocked, come in." Wen Yan shouted outside.

Wang Luoxi was wearing a dress and walked in from outside.

"Clap!"

She put the takeaway in her hand on the desk and said, "The rice bowl is here, let's eat."

"Okay, wait for me to clean up a bit."

Pushing the scattered tools aside, Wen Yan sat on the desk to make room for the two of them to eat.

From the girl's "warm core" tone, he could hear obvious resentment.

Because, he has not cooked for two days.

For the past two days, he has been staying at home and serializing Conan comics. He has no choice. It's almost time for the manuscript to be delivered, and his beautiful editor is frantically urging the manuscript again.

Some time ago, he was busy with the Shenji studio, so naturally he didn't have the energy to serialize the comics.

Last month, due to being too busy, he had already done a week of updates, and successfully gained the anger of a large number of readers, as well as the fatal chain of beauty editors.

Thinking of the editor's reminder, Wen Yan felt a little helpless. This seems to be a scene that every best-selling cartoonist has to face.

If you cannot submit your manuscript on time, you will receive cordial condolences from the editor in charge.

Moreover, his editor-in-charge named "Yu Ji" is also a master who is very good at seducing the emotions of otaku.

The selfie in the space is bubbling beautifully. The white shirt highlights the pride in front of him and shows the atmosphere of a mature royal sister.

There are also many close-ups of the lower body, those slender and straight legs, matched with various stockings, black silk, white silk, fishing nets...

That kind of picture is simply not to mention.

Wen Yan suspected that this was the legendary temptation of beauty.

Of course, Wen Yan is a decent gentleman, and these selfies will definitely not disturb his mind.

Every time he sees the reminder message, he will still choose to ignore it automatically.

But he didn't expect that this beauty editor was also a "fishing master".

Every time he wanted to pretend to be absent, deliberately ignored the editor-in-charge, and sent a reminder message, people would first send a red envelope to test the water.

In the face of the temptation of red envelopes, who can resist this?
Moreover, the editor in charge of this beautiful woman seems to have a shadow on the cartoonist, and often asks him some strange questions, such as:
"Mr. Yu, you have been working hard recently. If you have the idea of ​​going out to collect materials, please be sure to prepare enough manuscripts to avoid accidents."

"If your creation encounters a bottleneck and lacks a source of inspiration, please tell me in advance, and I will find a way to help you find some seed resources."

As pure as his Wen Xiaoyan, she couldn't get the message from the beauty editor at all.

He can only perfunctory at will, such as:

"Abundant inspiration, no shortage of resources, just handicapped."

Well, the two don't seem to be on the same channel.

"You can't save more manuscripts." Wang Luoqi pulled up a chair and sat opposite Wen Yan.

"I want it too."

Wen Yan was a little helpless: "Sister Luo Qi, you don't know the habit of cartoonists. Every time we have a manuscript, our hands are completely incessant."

"Looking at the manuscripts in the background, the brain will say to save a few more manuscripts, so that the update will not be interrupted, but the hands will strike directly, and they will not move until the manuscripts are exhausted."

"Don't throw the pot on your organs." Wang Luoxi ruthlessly broke it down: "You guys are just lazy."

Wen Yan: "..."

Your summary is so incisive, I was speechless, bowing my head to eat, I didn't want to take this talk.

"How is your manuscript preparation?"

Wang Luoqi naturally put the fat in her lunch box on Wen Yan's rice.

"Next month, the singing variety show I picked for you should be recorded soon, and it will take up a lot of your time. You should save more manuscripts so that you don't break it again."

"Last month, you stopped changing for a week, and the revenue from the manuscript fee was directly halved. Just like the update speed of your toothpaste, if I were a reader, I would also choose to raise books."

"It's almost ready." Wen Yan helped Wang Luoqi eliminate the fat.

"That's fine."

Wang Luoqi was a little relieved, she gestured with her tender white fingers:

"Updated on time this month, your income next month should increase a lot, plus the previous royalties, your deposit should be able to increase by a single digit."

"How dare you tell me about savings? All my monthly income goes into your pocket. When will you be able to return my hard-earned money to me?"

Wen Yan was a little angry when he brought this topic up. When he signed the contract with Manga Painting, he was still young, so he used Wang Luoqi's bank card.

Over the years, although he has earned a lot of royalties by serializing comics, he really doesn't have much money on hand.

"Don't worry about putting your deposit with your sister?"

Wang Luoxi's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, a little angry: "Do you think that I will swallow your savings?"

"I didn't mean it that way." Wen Yan instantly took to heart.

With Wang Luoqi's worth, he would definitely not look down on his savings.

Seeing that Wen Yan was silent, Wang Luoqi reassured and said, "You are not short of money now. Didn't my sister give you all my supplementary cards?"

"When you need money, just swipe my supplementary card directly?"

"Your own income, my sister will save it for you first, and when you get married, my sister will return this card to you."

"Why didn't you pay me back until I got married?" Wen Yan was a little puzzled.

"The money in this card is your wife. Of course, I will give it to you when you get married, otherwise you will spend it all, how will you marry a wife in the future?"

Wen Yan: "..."

My wife Ben, why should you take care of me?
Forget it, don't care about the details.

……

Had lunch.

Wang Luoqi went back to the house and changed his clothes, and was ready to go out to work.

Before leaving, she came to the second bedroom again and warned Wen Yan:
"Xiaohao has come to the Magic Capital these days. If he comes to play with you, you should go out with him. Don't stay at home and go out to relax. Maybe you can find new creative inspiration."

No no no, my creations do not need inspiration, I am a ruthless porter, and Wen Yan complains in my heart.

"Okay, I know."

"But you also have to remember, don't go where you shouldn't go, or you'll know the consequences."

After speaking, Wang Luoqi went to work.

Wu Hao came to the magic capital?The corner of Wen Yan's mouth twitched into a smile.

This kid is the eldest grandson of the Second Grandfather of the Wu family, that is, Wang Luoxi's cousin. He is 20 years old this year, but he has a somewhat unruly personality.

Well, it can only be said that the person lives up to his name and reads his name separately, that is his life experience.

Putting aside these distracting thoughts, Wen Yan continued to draw Conan comics.

Just like I told Wang Luoqi, he needs to save more manuscripts, otherwise he will be too busy next month.

Because he not only wants to participate, the singing variety show prepared by Wang Luoxi for him, Hong Qi will also be shown on Modu TV next month.

At that time, there will be too many things that need him to be busy.

If it breaks again, not only will the beauty editor send him a deadly serial call, but his dear readers will also fry.

Although he can take the opportunity to harvest a wave of rage, but now he has no skills that urgently need to upgrade the level, and it is useless to ask too much anger.

Moreover, compared to the accumulation of anger points, he wanted to enrich his wife Ben a little more.

After all, the wife he wanted to marry was not ordinary.

If his wife is too small, he will be embarrassed himself.

However, he also has to find an opportunity to get himself a bank card, and the income from the comics can be recharged to his wife's book.

In the future, he can no longer give Wang Luoxi the income from songs.

After all, a wife can only marry one wife, he has to prepare a few more, so he can't, marry a few more wives...

Ahem, joke, joke.

He is a dedicated person, but he will not raise such fancy thoughts.

Moreover, even if he suddenly has a bold idea, the country has a complete set of punishments waiting for him.

He didn't save the income from the songs to Wang Luoxi, because if a man wanted to live comfortably, how could he not have his own small treasury?

Just like now, he is using Wang Luoqi's secondary card. Although it is very convenient, the consumption records are clear.

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

Just when Wen Yan was working hard for his wife Ben, Zhao Wanqi suddenly called him.

Wen Yan raised his brows, he thought Zhao Wanqi had absconded in fear of the crime.

From seeing the post on the Magic Art Forum, Wen Yan knew that it was Zhao Wanqi's leaked news.

Therefore, he sent a series of questioning messages to the "secret big sister".

But Zhao Wanqi didn't reply.

In the past two days, he also called Zhao Wanqi several times, but it was her studio assistant who answered.

After getting on the phone, Wen Yan opened his mouth with a series of questions:
"What's the matter with you, Zhao Xiaozhen? If you don't answer text messages, don't answer the phone, if your assistant said you were still on Blue Star, I would have thought you had already soared to Mars."

"That morning, who kept reassuring me that I wouldn't leak my news, and that my sister was always tight-lipped?"

"I think you are a thermos without a cork. As long as people ask, you will leak everything."

"Stop, stop!" Zhao Wanqi's soprano came from the opposite side.

"Wen Xiaoyan, you've grown up now, so your wings are hardened? You're going to kill sister when you open your mouth, you're really good at it!"

"Don't change the subject, we're talking about leaks now." Wen Yan didn't take it.

Zhao Wanqi pretended to be stupid: "What is the leak, I don't understand~"

Wen Yan: "..."

Whether it's Wang Luoqi or Zhao Wanqi, when they make up their minds, they will become forgetful in seconds. Is this a common problem for women?

"If you don't understand, I'll explain it to you."

Wen Yan wasn't ready, so he skipped this topic so easily, and didn't let Zhao Wanqi have a longer memory, how would he dare to talk to her about private affairs in the future?

Then it's not that Zhao Wanqi knows, half the entertainment industry knows it?

"I'm your songwriter. Didn't you promise me to keep it a secret? Why is it still spreading in Magic Art?"

Wen Yan directly blocked Zhao Wanqi's retreat: "Don't tell me that the leak has nothing to do with you."

"It's a million-dollar relationship."

Seeing that she couldn't get rid of it, Zhao Wanqi chose to be honest with each other:

"I told two old professors in the vocal music department. They are all my teachers. It's really hard for me to hide this kind of thing from me."

"Moreover, they are not people with broken mouths. Even if they know, it doesn't matter much."

"Then how come the whole school knows about it?" Wen Yan didn't believe it.

Zhao Wanqi hesitated: "They... told their close students again."

Wen Yan: "..."

"I have a long memory this time. Gossip is like an infectious disease. It can only be prevented from the source. Otherwise, it will only be transmitted from person to person, and it will become more and more outrageous." Zhao Wanqi's tone was a little sigh.

Seeing that Zhao Wanqi had memorized the lesson, Wen Yan was not going to pursue it any longer.

He said, "It's just a small matter, you just admit it, you'll be fine. As for not replying to the news for two days?"

"I really didn't see the news."

Zhao Wanqi was a little irritable: "I've been annoyed to death these past two days. My studio's tribal account is about to be smashed by others. Even if the comments are closed, there are still a group of trumpet accounts that are taking my rhythm everywhere."

"This kind of thing can't be ignored. The entertainment industry is three people becoming tigers. If I don't explain it and let them pass it on, I don't know how much impact it will have."

"Is there such a thing?" Wen Yan looked confused.

"You are a village Internet cafe, and the tribe has been in trouble for two days."

Zhao Wanqi was a little irritable: "Forget it, I won't tell you, I'm going to work."

After hanging up, Wen Yan quickly opened the tribe.

Then, he saw that Zhao Wanqi was on the hot search again, but this time the hot search was about negative news about her.

She was smeared!

……

　Cold update, really uncomfortable, my head is about to explode!

　　Give me some tickets.

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(End of this chapter)