Sensual Novelist and President of Zhuiwen

Chapter 10

Yu Wenke really didn't know that his bamboo horse was actually gay.

Several times he wanted to speak and then stopped, and he stopped talking and wanted.

He is 1.8 meters tall and handsome.Although he is not considered rich, he runs a farmhouse named "Wang Dalian Farmhouse". It is not far from Yu Wenke's fish pond, and he can earn hundreds of thousands a year.

Moreover, Wang Yumo loves to make friends, and his farmhouse presents an endless stream of prosperity every day in their corner, and by the way, it also drives the economic development of Yu Wenke's fish pond.

However, Wang Yumo actually likes men!

"Don't stare at me with that kind of eyes, I know, most people find it difficult to accept." Wang Yumo put down his chopsticks, not feeling at all that he had subverted Yu Wenke's worldview.

But Yu Wenke's brain circuit was obviously more surprising than him, and he was stunned for a long time before saying:

"So are you the number 1 or the 0?"

"You actually understand this?"

"Oh, my editor has an author who writes about pure love. I've read her article, and it's pretty good. It's about zombies in the end of the world, and it talks about this issue. No, don't interrupt, so who are you? ?" Yu Wenke couldn't stop once he sang, but he reacted in time, otherwise he would be tricked by Wang Yumo.

But Wang Yumo just shrugged and said:

"you guess?"

"Don't guess!" He couldn't guess, but he still wanted to guess what the CEO was thinking.

"I'm not kidding you, today some customers asked if you can eat mulberry and watermelon. They ate it last year and thought it tasted good. I think it's better to hold an experience activity this year, that is, to pick it by yourself, and then pay as much as you pick. ?”

"Really?" Yu Wenke was worried that his parents would not have time to be at home this year when they took care of his elder brother's children, and he didn't have time to hire someone to take care of the mulberries on his mulberry tree. Now Wang Yumo took care of them all for him.

It doesn't matter whether he is gay or not, as long as he can give money, he is an uncle!

And this is the hair boy he played with bare buttocks since he was a child, so he can't discriminate.

Therefore, Yu Wenke directly forgot whether the president is not the president, and whether Xiao Huang Wen is not Huang Wen, and went home with the bamboo horse Wang Dalian to make a fortune.

Wang Yumo said to bring people, and brought a wave of people the next day.

Yu Liberal Arts was overly excited the night before, and even communicated with Wang Yumo to increase the activities of fishing for crayfish and going down to the river to touch mussels.

Early in the morning, I started to hire the uncles and aunts in the village who are idle at home and have nothing to do as helpers. It costs a hundred yuan for each person, and I am very busy.

The weather was fine on Saturday, so many people came to Wang Yumo's farmhouse.

People in the city are very new to these things, and Yu Wenke's watermelons are big and sweet, and the mulberries are so sweet and sour that they don't want them.

It's a cool day at the end of the day.

Although the melon field and the fish pond were trampled in a mess, Yu Wenke was still very happy.

When eating with Wang Yumo in the private room of Wang Dalian Farmhouse at night, Yu Wenke was so happy that he couldn't close his mouth from ear to ear.

While eating, he said to Wang Yumo:

"I think I can consider developing businesses other than fish ponds."

"How to say?"

"You see that everyone is more willing to experience farm life, such as picking. I think I can build a strawberry garden and earn more!" Yu Wenke received money today, and WeChat transfers have exploded.

Wang Yumo nodded and said:

"I think this is okay. Take some time and money to take care of it. It will definitely be popular next spring. By the way, my farmhouse can also have multiple businesses. Let's try to marry Gao Fushuai together and reach the pinnacle of life!"

"No, I still like girls with a D cup. Go and marry Gao Fushuai."

As soon as Gao Fushuai was mentioned, Yu Wenke was shocked suddenly and froze there.He seemed to have forgotten a very important thing, swallowed his saliva, and looked at Wang Yumo in a panic.

Wang Yumo was taken aback by him, and asked:

"Did you lose your head?"

"It's over, it's over, I forgot to update Xiao Huangwen!" The president told him to update it today, and he hardly looked at his phone today, so the president wouldn't send him a message, right?

Yu Wenke hastily turned on the phone, completely cold.

Three missed calls, WeChat and two messages from the president:

"What about people?"

"Why not update?"

Yu Wenke wiped his face, completely lost his dream, looked at Wang Yumo and said:

"How to do?"

"What should I do?" Wang Yumo couldn't figure out where Yu Wenke was flustered, but felt that he was acting too much.

"The president called me three times, but I didn't receive them, and sent me two messages on WeChat, but I didn't reply! The worst thing is that I sent several circles of friends today, and I didn't block the president at all. The kind." The president must have known that he was too busy making money to write more, and thinking of the scene of the president wiping his pistol, Yu Wenke felt weak in his legs.

"You even exchanged WeChat and phone calls?" Wang Yumo looked surprised. Everyone has seen Guan Yi, the president of China Entertainment Culture, in the newspapers. He looks handsome and extravagant, and he can't really Blindly look at him, who is too rough to be a child, right?

Wang Yumo's focus is wrong, and Yu Wenke's focus is also very strange, so I still ask:

"How to do how to do?"

"Deleted! It should be too late to delete it now." Wang Yumo made an opinion.

"Okay." Yu Wenke quickly opened WeChat and deleted the president trembling.

"I asked you to delete Moments, not his WeChat account! My God, you..." Wang Yumo hadn't finished speaking when the president called.

On the screen of Yu Wenke's mobile phone, the two big characters "Guan Yi" are almost eye-catching.

Staring at the phone, Yu Wenke pressed the hang up button fearlessly.

Since he chose to die, let's do it to the end, he doesn't believe that the president can really come to him.

Goodbye you come.