Chuanshu: I want to get divorced every day

Song Wang was still staring at the plaque in a daze. Ye Linghan had already got out of the car and went around to the side of the co-pilot. Seeing that Song Wang was still refusing to get out of the car, he knocked on the window: "Come down, what are you doing here?"

Song Wang came back to his senses, hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, climbed down from the co-pilot, and tidied up the scarf with embarrassment, half of his face was hidden in the scarf, and he asked mutteringly, "Why did you come here? ?”

The voice was muffled in the scarf and it was not clear, and Song Wang's volume was a bit low, so Ye Linghan couldn't hear it clearly, so he turned his face and asked, "What did you say?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." The expression on Ye Linghan's face was a little too serious, and Song Wang was so frightened that he quickly retracted his previous words and shook his head repeatedly.

Ye Linghan frowned again, thought about his words, and said in a slow tone: "You have performed well in the past few days, so if you have anything to say, as long as you don't... push your limits and strictly perform the contract, you can usually do it well." Don't be too flattering."

"It's not flattery, it's not flattery, it's all a sincere nightclub." Song Wang quickly nodded and bowed in response.The attitude of the nightclub was really like commending the progressive employees. Song Wang couldn't help but straighten his back, like a subordinate who wanted to behave well in front of the boss.

Seeing him like this, Ye Linghan furrowed his brows even more deeply. He didn't know if it was because he didn't speak well and his words didn't convey his meaning. He always felt that after he finished speaking, Song Wang's behavior became even more serious.

Song Wang used to pester him all day long, crying when he disagreed with him, being unreasonable and often making some embarrassing appearances; since he got married, he seems to have changed himself, he has stopped making noises and is not as noisy as before. Disgusting.Ye Linghan gradually got used to having another person at home.

But he was still on guard, who knew if Song Wang was just pretending to let his guard down on purpose.

Song Wang didn't know all these twists and turns in President Ye Da's mind, but he just smiled at him foolishly, and when Ye Linghan looked back at him, he laughed, but he smiled so that no one would dislike him.For a moment, Ye Linghan understood why Lin Fengmian liked him so much, at least he was out of his mind, but there was still something redeeming about this face.

In fact, Song Wang's thoughts are very simple, but he can't show face with his "boss". Ye Linghan mentioned the contract repeatedly, and they can be regarded as a labor relationship that has signed a contract.

Although he didn't know exactly what the contract contained so far, the original script described the content of the contract very rough, and Song Wang only saw that there was a three-year marriage contract in it.After Lin Fengmian got together with the original owner, the issue of monetary compensation was emphatically mentioned in the follow-up processing.

This is very important.

Song Wang couldn't afford it.

Song Wang was very helpless, and he didn't know where the original owner hid the contract. He searched through the luggage but couldn't find it.He needs to study the contents carefully and try to avoid the problem of compensation for breach of contract.

Go back and ask 0395, if it's really not possible, try to find a way to find out from Ye Linghan.

Song Wang held the menu and let out a long sigh.

Hearing the sound, Ye Linghan raised his head to look at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's all right." Song Wang said with a smile, "The menu is full of chic."

The menu of Weijinxuan is made of bamboo slips, and the three big rolls are presented on a tray, which is full of ritual.

"Yeah." Ye Linghan did not doubt that he was there, and Wei Jinxuan's menu was also praised by many people, "Wei Jinxuan's dishes are really good."

Song Wang heard the words and copied two more, then pushed the list and the bamboo slips to Ye Linghan: "I ordered the nightclub, you can order."

Ye Linghan took it over and looked at it, Song Wang ordered two vegetables, one meat and one soup, which was quite satisfactory.It is the young man's handwriting, which penetrates the back of the paper and is extremely sharp.

Ye Linghan looked up at him in surprise, and then added a vegetarian dish, two meat dishes, and a special snack: "You can order a few more, Weijinxuan's dishes are small, and they can be packed."

After he finished copying, he handed the list back to Song Wang: "Is it okay?"

"Okay." Song Wang took it without browsing carefully, and handed it directly to the fairy sister who was wearing a Hanfu skirt next to her: "That's all, I'm sorry, thank you."

Hearing this, the young lady glanced at Ye Linghan and then at Song Wang, smiled shyly, bowed her knees slightly and saluted: "You are welcome, we should do it."

The speed of Weijinxuan's dish delivery is also commendable, and it was served one after another in a short while. Song Wang just took a sip and burst into laughter: "Mr. Lu is right, the taste is really good."

Ye Linghan suddenly got the entry point, and finally said what he had been brewing all night: "Hey, don't listen to his nonsense, yesterday was a party, and I just finished a project. He was brought here by my third uncle."

Song Wang picked up a piece of mushroom, and before he could swallow it, he looked at Ye Linghan stupidly, not understanding why the CEO suddenly wanted to explain this to him.

"So, don't mention what happened yesterday to Lin Fengmian." Ye Linghan wanted to control his blunt tone, but couldn't slow down to Song Wang, and finally said this sentence with a straight face.

Damn, what else is he doing, it turns out that this meal is a hush money.

Song Wang stood up and served a bowl of soup to President Yeda: "What happened yesterday? I suddenly can't remember. Come, eat, Yeclub, would you like this soup? I think it tastes good."

Ye Linghan looked at him steadfastly, the young man had clear eyes and a smile, as if he really didn't mind.

When did these eyes change their expression, and when they bent their eyes and smiled, they were as bright as stars.

Ye Linghan took the soup bowl, thanked him in a low voice, and took a sip: "It's really good."

……

After returning from Weijinxuan that day, Ye Linghan went up to the second floor without saying anything, and Song Wang couldn't figure out what he was thinking for a while.But what is reassuring is that Ye Linghan's attitude towards him seems to be better after that day, and he no longer has a dark face, or maybe Song Wang is used to the nightclub's dislike.Song Wang felt that the latter was more likely, because Song Wang didn't know what he had done that deserved President Yeda's treatment of him to ease his emotions.

The bell rang at eight o'clock in the evening, and Song Wang entered Wuying's live broadcast room with a trumpet early.Looking for the way through the flowers is also a little worried. Wuying, an unreliable guy, borrowed the number of his room management in the live broadcast room, and squatted in the live broadcast room wearing a vest early on.

As a result, at a quarter past eight, Wu Ying was unbearably late.

"I'm sorry, babies, I'm late, I'm late, I went out to have a little gathering with my friends, everyone was so enthusiastic, I almost didn't come back."

Wuying's voice is transmitted through professional equipment. Unlike ordinary microphones, there is no current sound, and every sound is clearly distinguishable, as if speaking in your ear.

[-]% showing the lethality of his voice.

The barrage on the screen was quickly swiping.

[Wuying's little baby]: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! !Husband called me baby!

[Like a shadow & ya]: Don't think that calling baby can cover up the fact that you are late! !

[Brother Nabafu]: Good guy, I thought it was too late today, so it hasn't started yet.

……

Wuying said while logging into the game. "Cough, okay, okay, as compensation, let's sing a song to lull you to sleep when the broadcast is down, okay? Let's get to the point, and today I'm still calling. I'm too tired from playing alone. Let's order a little brother to play with today." .Brother Meng! Put Brother Ying on the public screen for his wealth and wealth!"

The bullet screen moved in response to the sound.

Song Wang took the mobile phone and saw the message of Chuanhua finding the way: Get ready, he will pull you.

According to Wuying's agreement with them in advance, he went to pretend to order a companion to play, and then La Songwang came in to play the game, and finally announced his account number.

"Brother, get on the account." Song Wang added Wuying's social software account in advance to facilitate communication.

Song Wang responded well, and logged into the game. When he looked up, he saw the barrage scrolling rapidly in the live broadcast room.

[lalala]:? ? ? ?Husband, you have already joined others, and you still lied to us that you are a little brother who wants to play with you!

[Aren't you okay]: Good guy, I know how my Brother Ying would be willing to spend money to play with him.

[Like Wuying and we are rivals in love]:? ? ? ?Where did this little brother come from?

[Good guy]: Good guy, I'm going to direct this script to my good guy.

……

"Oh, oh, stop arguing. This is my friend's little brother. The child is shy. Be careful what you say! People and children are just to play with, so why did you just write a script?" Wuying said impatiently.

The phone vibrated, looking for the way through flowers: "This idiot forgot to turn off the screen projection, it's okay, you just play the game, and Wuying will take care of the rest."

Song Wang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and agreed to Wuying's game application. As soon as he entered, he heard Wuying's enthusiastic voice: "Come on brother, let me introduce myself to you."

It happened to overlap with the live broadcast room, and it was deafening.

Song Wang turned the live broadcast to mute and turned on the microphone: "Brother Wuying, good evening, just call me Shiqi."

[Good guy]: Good guy!Brother's voice is so nice!

[Seventeen's Little Wife]: What a gentle voice!I fell in love straight away!

[Aren't you bad]:? ? ?You in front climbed the wall too fast.

[Visitor 90787935]: What's the use of a nice voice, maybe it's a badass.

[Visitor 90787935]: Has Wuying started to follow the script?Is this still a game zone?

……

[Visitor 90787935] was silenced by the house management.

Wuying said: "Seventeen, don't be afraid, there will always be sunspots playing the rhythm in the live broadcast room, just ignore them, let's play our own."

Song Wang replied, "Okay Brother Wuying."

[Good guy]: Good guy, I'm so stupid, when did Wuying speak so softly.

The game has already started, Song Wang glanced at the computer screen for the last time, and didn't have time to look up again.

In the first game, Wuying got the jungler position by relying on a super high winning rate, while Song Wang was on the fifth floor. In the end, only the support position was left.

There was no front row in the team, so Song Wang directly locked a thick-blooded flesh to resist damage.

[The author has something to say: There won’t be a lot of content about game live broadcasts. This is Xiaowang’s first contact with game live broadcasts. There will be more descriptions, and there won’t be many in the future. Friends who don’t know much about games don’t worry I don't understand. 】