am i a devil

Wang Mo: "..."

As expected of Mr. Xun, Wang Mo thought again in his heart.

"Then..." Wang Mo thought for a while, and suddenly asked Xun Yingdao by analogy.

"Brother, is the CEO your favorite job?"

Xun Ying was taken aback by Wang Mo's sudden question, and then subconsciously shook his head.

"Then how can I let you do a job you don't like for a job I like?" Wang Mo laughed and asked Xun Yingdao.

Xun Ying was so confused by him that he didn't know what to say.

Wang Mo is like this. He always treats the people he recognizes with sincerity. That kind of sincere attitude makes people feel pity. He always wants to hide him. He is afraid that he will be beaten by the society. To beat up society.

Xun Ying thought so in his heart, so he nodded and said, "You are right."

Anyway, with his current strength, it is definitely no problem to become a big boss in the circle. It is the same for which company Wang Mo signs. He is equally sure that he can protect him, but there is no need to make him appreciate it. Starting a company, Xun Ying was thinking in his heart.

"Then, let me help you look at the contract. If there is no problem, I support you to sign the contract." Xun Ying said.

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So Wang Mo successfully signed the contract, and immediately faced the first job, taking hard photos.

"Let the hard photos out first to create a wave, and then you make your debut with the trend, and the popularity of the first wave will stabilize." Sister Li and Wang Mo discussed enthusiastically.

Wang Mo's left ear was popping, and he looked modest and cautious, but he was actually thinking about his own affairs.

A hard photo, Wang Mo thought.

He used to be a standard engraving silk. The photos he took, anyway, Sister Li has seen them too. It is probably the style of gathering at the entrance of the village with its own cement. Will the photos of this style really attract attention if they are sent out? Maybe There will be, but it is estimated that he is not viewed as an idol. At most, everyone is trying to make fun of him, and then it will slowly become his black history.

Wang Mo really didn't have much confidence in his quail-like temperament.

"Xiao Wang, I was thinking, this time I will release two hard photos, one is your cuter look, which is similar to your current temperament, and the other one is made into the style of the domineering president, which looks a bit ab The meaning of the above should be quite flattering, what do you think?" Sister Li didn't notice Wang Mo's extremely rich inner world, and was still carrying on her own topic. After speaking, she asked Wang Mo for advice.

"Overbearing president" Wang Mo repeated subconsciously, and then thought of his senior brother Xun Ying very step by step.

"That's right, isn't it popular now that can a can be o?" Sister Li said with a smile.

Wang Mo: "..."

Sister Li is easy to understand, Wang Mo thought to himself, just by looking at it, she can surf the Internet a lot.

"Then I'll help you make an appointment with a good photographer. When the time comes, let's go first for the hard-hitting photos." Sister Li said quite confidently.

"There's nothing else to do today, you should go back first and practice your expressions in front of the mirror at home."

Before sending Wang Mo away, Sister Li asked him again.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo returned home all the way, because there was nothing to do before dinner, so he practiced his legendary ab side in front of the mirror.

He showed a pure expression. It can't be said that he is not cute, but there is always a smell of earth, and he looks like a defeated quail.

Wang Mo: "..."

Wang Mo stretched out his hands and pinched his cheeks, cheered up from the feeling of being hit, and then looked at the mirror again, using his understanding of the domineering president, to make a legendary expression of a burst .

Wang Mo: "..."

The quail was still the same quail, but this time he looked a bit like the one that won the final victory in the quail fight.

Why did I have sex with quail? Wang Mo sighed, thinking this way.

At the same time, he found that their old cat was sitting on the window sill of the west wing, watching him from the window, with a strange light in his eyes.

Wang Mo: "..."

"Brother Cat, is Ning okay?" Wang Mo said.

"It's okay, what are you doing?" the old cat squeezed in through the window and asked Wang Mo.

"Ah, isn't this a contract? I'm practicing my basic skills." Wang Mo said.

"Oh." The old cat nodded, and then he didn't know if it was Wang Mo's illusion. He felt that the old cat seemed to swallow his saliva.

Wang Mo: "..."

I must have read it wrong, Wang Mo thought.

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When Xun Ying came back from the outside, it was a long time since he saw their old cat hunting birds on the roof, and he was very tenacious and never gave up.

"Stop making trouble, stretching your waist is not a joke." Xun Ying persuaded his old buddy kindly.

Old cat: "..."

The old cat stopped his behavior of pouncing birds and jumped off the house.

Before dinner, Xun Ying went out to buy vegetables, and Wang Mo also went with him.

When passing by the old cat's cathouse, the old cat raised its beard.

"Bring me something." said the old cat.

"Oh, do you still want fish?" Xun Ying nodded and said.

"I want to eat a quail." The old cat thought for a while and said.

Wang Mo: "..."

He is connoting me, Wang Mo thought angrily.