My Wife is Obviously a Queen But She is Too Virtuous

On Wednesday night, the sea of ​​clouds.

　　 In a hotel.

　　 "President Feng, the conversation with Mercedes was very smooth today. After the other party learned that Lin Yao had also sang the theme song of Chen Guanghan's new film, he was more satisfied with Lin Yao. It is estimated that the endorsement contract can be signed tomorrow morning."

　　 Mo Yan sat on the sofa and called and reported to the upper management of Tianhai Company about the progress of Mercedes endorsement.

　　 There was a smile on her face, but after hearing what the other person said, she immediately objected:

　　"What? Increase the endorsement fee?! No, the details of the contract have been basically negotiated today. If Lin Yao temporarily increases the endorsement fee, it will give people the impression of being a big-name player.

　　 This is a big international brand. You can't lose Lin Yao's reputation for a little profit! "

　　 But the manager Feng on the other side seemed to be very determined, and Mo Yan did not back down, and even quarreled with the leader.

　　 When she hung up the phone, Mo Yan and the company still failed to reach an agreement. Her chest was ups and downs with anger, and Lin Yao hurriedly went over and patted her on the back.

　　 "Sister Yan, don't be angry, the company has spent a lot of money to train me, I should return the company."

　　 Mo Yan glared at her, hating that iron is not a steel tunnel:

　　 "You are too good to talk, do you know why the company insists on us to negotiate a price increase?"

　　 Lin Yao shook her head suspiciously.

　　 Mo Yan sneered: "The company recently plans to launch a girl group, and it will cost money to promote channels and announcement resources."

　　 "Wow, won't you?" Fangfang said in disbelief, "Why does the company want Sister Yao to make money to raise new people!"

　　 Mo Yan opened his mouth, but in the end he still didn't tell the Tianhai Company's recent funding shortage, so as not to increase Lin Yao's troubles.

　　 She waved her hand: "Forget it, I'll talk to the company tomorrow, it's getting late, go to sleep."

　　 "Okay, sister Yan, you go to bed earlier too, don't get angry."

　　 Lin Yao stood up and took Mo Yan's hand to persuade her.

　　 "You are still good, go." Mo Yan smiled and touched Lin Yao's cheek.

　　 "Hmm!" Lin Yao rubbed Mo Yan's hand like a kitten, and hopped to the bedroom, seemingly very happy.

　　 "Yaoyao." Mo Yan suddenly stopped her.

　　 "What's the matter, Sister Yan?" Lin Yao turned and looked at Mo Yan.

　　 "Don't talk to anyone too late." Mo Yan coughed and reminded.

　　 "I know, I know." Lin Yao, who was about to call Fang Xiaole quietly, blushed on her face, and hurried back to the bedroom with a promise.

　　 "Sister Yan." Fangfang looked at Mo Yan a little strangely: "You seem to have changed recently."

　　 Mo Yan glanced at her: "Where has it changed?"

　　 Fangfang shivered with the cold in her eyes, and immediately put on a pleasing smile: "I'm younger again."

　　 "Hmph, you should go to bed earlier too, don't follow your sister Yao from the little girl's family, don't be obedient!"

　　 Mo Yan snorted and sat down on the sofa slowly.

　　 After applying the miraculous ointment these two nights, she is already much better. Although it still hurts a bit, she can still walk without being affected.

　　 "Hey, I will accompany Sister Yan, I will go to sleep when Sister Yan sleeps."

　　 Fangfang sat beside Mo Yan, holding her arm. She saw that Mo Yan seemed to be in a good mood these past few days, so she started to flatter her mind.

　　 "You, I haven't settled with you yet." Mo Yan poked this guy on the forehead, but didn't push her away.

　　 Recently, things have been rushing around. With the vigorous energy of Mo Yan, a "middle-aged strong woman", she can't stand it anymore. Finally, the two major events have been basically settled, and there is a wave of weakness and loneliness in her heart for no reason.

　　 I'll be thirty-four next week...

　　Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye I have been single for almost ten years.

　　 Fangfang didn't know that her capable sister Yan was actually sentimental, and her heart was full of the joy of relief at this time.

　　 Having been a tool man for Sister Yao and Fang Xiaole for so long, he is finally liberated!

　　 In the future, there is no need to be a microphone, a real eye, a real estate agent, and to be abused at the same time.

Wow haha!

　　 I, Liu Fenfang, swear here that from today on, I will never be a tool man for anyone, otherwise I will fall into a sea of ​​misery for my life, marry an ugly and stupid man, have three children, and be a yellow-faced woman forever!

　　 At this moment, Mo Yan's cell phone rang, and she picked it up, but it was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello."

As soon as 　　 was connected, a nasty voice came from the other end of the phone:

　　 "Mr. Mo, this is Zhang Zhiqin. I just want to ask if the place you fell on yesterday is better? Is your walking normal?"

　　 Mo smoked the corners of his cigarette holder and hung up the phone.

　　 "Sister Yan, who is it?"

　　 Fangfang asked strangely.

　　 "Harassing phone calls."

　　 Mo Yan said with an iron face.

　　 At this time, Nanshuangbanna.

　　 "Brother Fang, I just wanted to call Broker Mo to apologize. By the way, she asked if she was any better, but she hung up on me, what should I do?"

　　 Zhang Zhiqin knocked on the door and entered Fang Xiaole's room. He was flushed when he saw that he was on the phone. He didn't know what was so happy.

　　 Lin Yao on the other end of the phone asked who came in, and Fang Xiaole replied:

　　 "It's okay, my own person is Zhang Zhiqin. Didn't he hurt Sister Mo that day? He wanted to call to apologize, but Sister Mo hung up on him."

　　 "Oh, sister Yan is not a stingy person, she may just be not used to talking to men about matters other than work."

　　 Lin Yao didn’t know the real cause of Mo Yan’s injury, nor the real part of Mo Yan’s injury. He thought it was really Zhang Zhiqin’s collision, so she helped think of a way:

　　 "Now that Fangfang and Sister Mo are in the living room, let him call Fangfang and let Fangfang pass a message to Sister Yan, so that Sister Yan won't feel awkward."

　　 "This is a good way, Lin Yao, you are so smart." Fang Xiaole praised sincerely.

　　 "Well, thank you." Lin Yao lay on the bed and snickered happily covering her mouth.

　　 Fang Xiaole immediately told Zhang Zhiqin of Lin Yao's method.

　　 "Right!" Zhang Zhiqin's eyes lit up, and he walked out of Fang Xiaole's room and immediately dialed Fangfang's phone.

　　 In the "Super Challenge" program group, they kept the contact information of each guest and assistant.

　　 "Hey, that's not right, why is Brother Fang calling Lin Yao again?"

　　Zhang Zhiqin felt something wrong while holding the phone, but Fangfang was already connected.

　　 "Hello, who may I ask?"

　　"Is it Assistant Liu? I’m Zhang Zhiqin~www.wuxiaspot.com~Are you with Broker Mo? Could you help me pass a message to Broker Mo?"

　　 Zhang Zhiqin quickly said to Fangfang.

　　 "Help you and Sister Yan pass a message?"

　　 Fangfang scratched her hair, feeling a little inexplicable, but out of politeness, she agreed.

　　 "Sister Yan is next to me, what do you want to tell her?"

　　 "Thank you, thank you!" Zhang Zhiqin thanked him, and then said:

　　 "Can you help me tell Broker Mo, I didn't intentionally hit her that night, I apologize to her."

　　 Fangfang said, turned his head to the Mo Yandao next to him:

　　 "Sister Yan, Mr. Zhang asked me to convey to him and say sorry to you. He didn't hit you on purpose."

　　 "Why is this guy hitting you?" Mo Yan looked at the phone in Fangfang's hand impatiently and waved his hand:

　　 "You tell him that my injury has nothing to do with him."

　　 "Oh." Fangfang said into the phone: "Sister Yan said that her injury has nothing to do with you."

　　Zhang Zhiqin said: "How can it be okay? Please tell Broker Mo that I sincerely apologize, and I don't know how young she is, next time I won't yell."

　　 Fangfang made another oh, turned around and was about to convey, suddenly he moved.

Huh?

　　 Why am I becoming a microphone again?