The sand sculpture attacked him and bound the male virtue system

"Of course I know how to pronounce it," the system said, "I'm just mocking you."

Meng Zhou: "Huh?"

Outrageous.

However, what puzzled Meng Zhou was, "How could such a man's virtue increase?"

Even if it was the first time he purely spent money to buy hot searches, he had 300 million male virtues, not to mention the more than 4000 million male virtues he gained after participating in that live variety show.

It is easy to go from frugal to extravagant, but difficult to go from extravagant to simple. Now Meng Zhou no longer looks down on the virtue value of a mere 50 men.Even though he was very worried about Lang Luo's -10 male virtue value at the beginning.

"Because the growth of male virtue value is based on Qi Yinian's fans," the system explained, "Qi Yinian's current fans have reached a saturated state, and the absorption of young and old audiences has reached the upper limit. , even if it grows later, it won’t be much higher.”

Meng Zhou couldn't understand, "My wife is so nice and they don't like her?"

system:"……"

The system hates rotten wood, "I'm telling you objective facts, what are you telling me?"

Meng Zhou thought for a while and said, "Subjective idealism?"

The system sneered humanely, "I suggest that if you want to increase your male virtue, you should first increase your wife's popularity. He should break through himself. If he has been staying in this kind of idol script, the ceiling of domestic entertainment is too low. some."

Meng Zhou hesitated, "But my wife likes to make idol dramas."

system:"……"

The system calculated a elementary school addition and subtraction method for Meng Zhou, discussing how many times Qi Yinian's fans can be increased by switching roles, and how much Meng Zhou's male virtue value can be increased in direct proportion.

Meng Zhou admitted that he was hungry.

"Then I'll suggest it to my wife," he added, "My wife may not necessarily accept my suggestion."

The system affirmed, "Come on."

The system changed its tone, a little proud and a little expectant, "My trumpet is almost growing up, I'm just waiting to get rid of you and bind it right away, don't delay me."

Meng Zhou: "..."

After Mengzhou finished chatting with the system, Qi Yinian's breathing became steady.

The moonlight outside the window was bright, and Meng Zhou turned his head to see Qi Yinian's sleeping face hidden in the half-dark silver moonlight, with extremely long black eyelashes.

"Old woman~" Meng Zhou tentatively whispered, "Are you, asleep, asleep?"

The only sound in the room was the sound of the evening wind blowing through the half-opened window. Meng Zhou waited for a long time, but did not get a response. He was sure that his wife was asleep.

First, his legs moved to Qi Yinian's side calmly, and pressed against Qi Yinian's quilt. He paused for a while to make sure that Qi Yinian didn't respond, then moved his butt, and the spring mattress creaked. .

Qi Yinian turned over.

Meng Zhou: "..."

A little guilty.

Time passed by in the darkness, and Meng Zhou felt back to the fear of the teacher checking the bed in high school. After thinking that his wife should be asleep again, he just didn't do anything, just rolled twice, and rolled to Qi Yi. years around.

Qi Yinian fell asleep with his back facing Mengzhou, the back of his slender and white neck showed the texture of white porcelain under the moonlight.

Meng Zhou stretched out his arms, wrapped around Qi Yinian's waist, and weakly hugged his body.

Before going to bed, Meng Zhou leaned close to Qi Yinian's ear and asked softly, "Old woman, are you, asleep, asleep?"

There was no response, and he seemed to be asleep.

Satisfied, Meng Zhou hugged Qi Yinian firmly with his arms, and the hug was comfortable, and he also put one leg on Qi Yinian's body, holding Qi Yinian tightly like an octopus.

A few minutes later, Meng Zhou hugged his wife and had a sweet dream.

In the darkness, Qi Yinian opened his eyes.

Meng Zhou's head was just below his head, and his breath was scorching hot on the skin of the back of his neck, which was exposed, and it was slightly itchy.

Qi Yinian opened his mouth silently, "If I fall asleep, I will be awakened by your soul call several times."

A smile floated in his eyes, and finally he closed his eyes, adjusted a comfortable posture, and fell asleep.

The moonlight quietly enveloped the room, and the atmosphere was peaceful and beautiful, making one wish that every night would be filled with such moonlight.

Meng Zhou said that he wanted to suggest Qi Yinian to broaden his acting career, so he definitely couldn't just suggest it with his mouth.

He consciously ran to the office building of the largest entertainment company owned by Meng Shi, went straight to the management, and asked the CEO to take out their best film resources of this season.

Picking and picking in the CEO's office all morning like buying vegetables at the vegetable market - don't want the ones with low investment, don't want the protagonists with emotional lines, don't want the revealing scenes, don't want the dangerous ones...

The family film directly draws the scope, besides him, who else does his wife want to start a family with?

Horror movies are directly kicked out of the ranks. His wife is not afraid, but he is.

The remaining adventure films, crime films, war films... all pass if the shooting action is too dangerous.

In the end, Meng Zhou finally selected a few big productions that he thought were big with satisfaction.

Regardless of the hesitation of the president of the entertainment company, Meng Zhou ran away with these scripts.

Back home, he presented it to Qi Yinian like a treasure.

Qi Yinian was following up the progress of the trial of Liu Wanlong's illegal embezzlement of Qi's shares with his friend on the tablet when Meng Zhou suddenly ran in and stuffed a stack of scripts into his arms.

Qi Yinian pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and looked up at Meng Zhou. The latter was slightly annoyed because he ran too fast, but the smile on his face was exceptionally bright, "Look, these are all It's the script I picked for you."

Qi Yinian raised his eyebrows in surprise. He first talked to his friend, turned off the video, and carefully read the script Meng Zhou sent.

The first book: "Travel Notes of a Small Mountain Village in the Southwest" Documentary

Qi Yinian: "..." It's Meng Zhou's aesthetics.

Opened the second book: "Singer's Wandering" musical film

Qi Yinian: "..."

Open the third book again: "Chinese Men's Football" sports film

Qi Yinian: "..."

…After flipping through the pile of scripts with no expression on his face, Qi Yinian raised his head and asked seriously: "Are you trying to confuse me?"

Meng Zhou: "???"

Meng Zhou felt that his kindness was ignored: "I want to make you popular!"

Qi Yinian held up the scripts in his hands uncertainly, "Rely on these films?"

"That's right," Meng Zhou said triumphantly, "This is a big-budget movie that I picked out for you after searching my dad's entertainment company all morning."

Meng Zhou wagged his tail, "Are you moved?"

Qi Yinian: "...then I thank you?"

Meng Zhou waved his hands with a "harmful" sound, "Why do we need to say 'thank you' between us?"

In the next second, he squeezed into the single sofa that Qi Yinian was sitting on, insisted on sticking to him, and couldn't wait for a second to ask, "How are you going to thank me?"

Because the distance was too close, Qi Yinian closed his eyelids slightly to look at Meng Zhou, his eyes shimmered -- a look that made Meng Zhou look restless, thinking whether his wife was going to promise her body soon, Just listen to Qi Yinian say:

"To thank you, I decided to work hard and join the group to follow the filming for three months."

Meng Zhou: "? Join the group to follow up?"

Meng Zhou: "Three months?"

Meng Zhou snatched all the scripts from Qi Yinian's arms, "You're welcome, I won't give you these."