I Just Want to Divorce [MTL]

Chapter 29

That night, Ye Fei smoked on the balcony.

The apartment he rented is located on the 23rd floor, with a spacious balcony, standing on it, overlooking the night view of the entire community.

The summer evening breeze is moist and refreshing, taking away the heat and dullness of the day. Ye Fei leaned against the flower-like guardrail and stared at the night sky in a daze. He didn't even notice a long piece of soot burned.

What exactly does Yan Xiao like about him, is it this face?

But within two years, his whole body muscles will slowly atrophy, and his face will deform and become ugly, and in the end he can't even be called a normal person.

Ye Fei took a puff of cigarette and laughed at himself.

He wanted Yan Xiao to stop the loss in time and not continue to waste time on him. But in the tug-of-wars, Yan Xiao didn't intend to give up at all. Instead, he couldn't hold onto his heart.

He has been thinking about Yan Xiao more and more recently, and he has become more and more soft about Yan Xiao.

Every time I meet him inadvertently, every time I look at each other, the idea of ​​agreeing to him is always moving in my heart, almost uncontrollable.

Ye Fei pinched out the cigarette butt, his eyes were completely blank. Now, he doesn't know what to do.

The buzzing mobile phone interrupted his thoughts, and Ye Fei lowered his head to see that it was a WeChat message.

[Mr. Ye, Mr. Xiao Ye asked us to give two stars to "Please Be Sober" tonight. ]

Ye Fei mood was bad, this look can be found punching bag.

He sneered, moved his fingers, and returned a few messages over there.

The next day, Ye Fei arrived at the Cullinan on time.

As soon as Gu Ruijia saw him, it was like seeing the mainstay, and complained: "Damn, someone maliciously gave our show a low score!"

"Please wake up" has 25 million views on the first day, creating The peak of the first broadcast of web dramas. However, many people think that this is because of the heat of Yan Xiao and Ye Fei, and it may not be able to maintain it the next day.

However, to their disappointment, "please be sober" was spontaneously amnesty by many netizens because of its funny plot and bright rhythm. Not only did the broadcast volume not decline the next day, but instead reached 80 million in one fell swoop.

Since this morning, the news about "Please Be Sober" has not been interrupted, and the major marketing accounts have also changed their previous wait-and-see attitude, and have stopped the traffic, and attracted a lot of new audiences to the show.

Gu Ruijia has been praised everywhere these days, and the beauty is almost floating. Unexpectedly, before he can enjoy the taste of being a winner in life, there will be people with less eyesight coming out to destroy him.

"What should I do?" Gu Ruijia took two sips of water and wiped the corners of his mouth. "Shall I ask the navy to get the points back? Otherwise, the audience would not want to open the points after a glance."

"I knew it last night," Ye Fei sent a WeChat message to the public relations director Yang Wenxin, asking him if he was ready, without looking up, "It's okay, don't worry."

"Then why don't you tell me? No!" Gu Ruijia patted the table, "Who is it? What did you do?"

"Ye Yao." Ye Fei turned on the computer and clicked on the rating page of "Please Be Sober" to browse the comments of the navy. When I saw the ones above, the corners of his lips hooked and motioned to Gu Ruijia to come and take a look.

"What's there to see," Gu Ruijia murmured. After all, he leaned forward and read after the comment, "Go and get a second star for "Please Be Sober" at 9:30 tonight-damn it!"

He couldn't believe it. The earth's eyes widened: "Well, this is my own skin? The current level of the navy's business is too bad, right."

"What do you think," Ye Fei smiled and pushed the computer forward. "When I was in Dingyuan for more than a year, I did it for nothing?"

He is gone, but the employees he promoted are still there. As long as he wants to, he can grasp Dingyuan's movements in minutes.

"Awesome," Gu Ruijia gave him a thumbs-up, convinced, "What's next?"

Ye Fei looked at Yang Wenxin's reply and smiled: "Hot search."

Ye Yao gave him such a big gift, no need for nothing.

As a result, under the operation of Yang Wenxin, the entry ""please stay awake" got a low score" climbed the hot search that morning.

It is the first time for the people who eat melons to see such a distracted navy. When they ran over haha, they also remembered the drama "Please be sober" by the way.

[Hahahahaha, I beat myself! 】

【Which way is this show blocking? I didn't want to watch a web drama, but suddenly I felt a little sympathy and went to contribute to the broadcast volume. 】

【Slap embarrassment on the screen... poisonous. 】

【Hahahahahahaha Annual Sand Sculpture News Reservation! 】

【Damn, is it disgusting? What the actor and director worked so hard to shoot, as for what? 】

【Ah ah ah Ye Zongyan powder is so angry! Go to re-run the show, mess with the dog Sima! 】

The effect of the hot search is visible to the naked eye. Click on the first episode of "Please Be Sober", and many of the bullet screens are "coming from Weibo".

Not only that, but because of sympathy with the crew, the enthusiastic crowds also spontaneously scored "Please be sober". Within a long time, the score of the play was updated.

Ye Yao worked hard, and he didn't say anything, but instead made Ye Fei.

"Puff," Gu Ruijia gleefully put down his phone, "I guess Ye Yao is going to vomit blood."

"Is that vomiting blood?" Ye Feihe laid his eyes on the sofa, lazily like a nap cat, "It's still early."

"What?" Gu Ruijia knew he had a future move when he heard this, and rubbed his hands eagerly, "Speak! Tell me! Let me get excited in advance."

Ye Feiman said nonchalantly: "Shui" The army still has the last layer of skin to lose." But it's almost the same now.

Sure enough, not long after he said this, someone picked out their true colors from the posts and replies of these navy forces in the past.

These two-star accounts, Amway praised all artists from Dingyuan!

One stone has stirred up waves. Dingyuan and Cullinan are both medium-sized film and television companies, and there must be competition between each other. Whatever is upright and open is fine, but this kind of secretly rubbing and making small movements behind the back is really disgusting.

[Let the navy score low...Dingyuan's pattern is so small. ]

[I remember someone picking out some time ago, the original general manager of Ye Fei Ding source is coming forward, now replaced by his brother, Ye Yao, emmmm the leaves shine like a little thing. 】

【Ah ah ah, luckily my idol is not from Dingyuan, it's terrible. 】

【Other film and television companies have to be careful. Today is the Cullinan, and tomorrow I don't know who it is. After all, I can beat my own brother. ]

[This is an unfair competition, right? Can the Cullinan sue? 】

【Too wicked, is this okay? ? What a fucking showy operation. 】

Dingyuan's original public relations person was Yang Wenxin, but Yang Wenxin has now joined the Cullinan. Ye Yaoge responded to Ye Fei's person, and didn't even give the handover time, so he let Yang Wenxin go.

The public relations department of a film and television company is very important. In a hurry, Ye Yao can only hire a public relations director casually.

The director of public relations can only talk on paper, but when he is real, he will be withered. When the public opinion was fermented, there was no reaction, and it was too late to figure out a solution.

Public opinion on the Internet is almost one-sided, and Dingyuan's reputation is completely stinking.

Ye Yao wanted to sign a few second-tier artists before, and the contracts were almost the same, so it was almost impossible to sign them. As a result, everything changed today.

Not only that, Dingyuan was originally preparing to film a large-scale costume drama. Ye Yao said or not, but finally moved the investment of Li Zhongyuan, the successor of Baofeng Media. As soon as this happened today, Li Zhongyuan divested directly.

Ye Yao was scolded bloody by Ye's father in front of his subordinates. The lizi's face was gone, and he still had to think of remedial measures, shivering with anger, borrowed the assistant's mobile phone, and called Ye Fei directly.

"Ye Fei, did you deliberately cheat me?"

"That said," Ye Fei put the phone on the table, opened it, and said with a smile, "Doesn't you know if you are the first?"

"Fuck-you-mother!" Ye Yao got angry, and vomited any foul language. "You are like your short-lived mother. You won't die in this life. I..."

"If you haven't learned the C language well , I will say some B words," Ye Fei Dan interrupted him, "No matter how much you play, Dingyuan will not only have a bad reputation."

Ye Fei left Ye Yao on everything in the past, and slowly raised his courage. Even if the two had torn their faces for so long, Ye Yao's mentality hadn't changed.

Now he heard Ye Fei's indifferent tone, and he suddenly woke up.

"I still have my dad anyway," Ye Yao slowly sneered, "What about you, does anyone care about you?"

Ye Fei's face did not change, but his eyelids drooped slightly.

"You wait, I didn't think about it this time," Ye Yao stood up while holding his desk, remembering the big project he had invested in "The Road to Favoring Concubine", and his broken confidence slowly returned. "Next You won't be so lucky this time."

"Puff," Ye Fei chuckled, and said lazily, "Okay, I'll wait for you to scold the most brutal words, hit the most brutal street." After speaking, I didn't bother to talk to him. He cut off the phone directly.

Because of Ye Yao's entanglement, Ye Fei spent the entire day with low air pressure, and even Gu Ruijia didn't dare to provoke him. When he was about to get off work, he was thinking about whether to ask Zhou Zhensheng and the others to go out for a drink, when he received a call from Yan Xiao.

Recently, their contact has become very frequent, and it is basically Yan Xiao taking the initiative.

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao asked him, "When do you get off work, I will drop you home on the way."

"No," Ye Fei put his foot on the coffee table stool and refused, "I drove the car."

"Sit in mine ." "Get the car," Yan Xiao said immediately, "It will be very tiring to drive after a day of work."

"Who said I'm tired?" Ye Fei raised his eyebrows and started to owe again. 

After saying that, he regretted it, and it sounded like he was flirting with Yan Xiao.

"Ye Fei," Yan Xiao called his name and said, "I have very good physical strength, do I need me to prove it to you?"

Ye Fei knew that the proof Yan Xiao was talking about was definitely not the proof he thought, but he still felt a sense of anti-terrorism in his heart. He coughed, no longer answering the conversation, but returned to the topic: "Go back by yourself, don't care about me."

"I want to go home with you," Yan Xiao was quiet for a moment, and said, "Can you? Ye Fei."

Ye Fei did not speak, and Yan Xiao did not continue. He was so silent, as if he had pinched Ye Fei's heart to him.

I don't know how long it took, but Ye Fei was still relieved: "All right," he said, "Come on."

Yan Xiao said "I'll be here right away," and then hung up the phone.

Twenty minutes later, Ye Fei received news from Yan Xiao that he had already been downstairs in the company.

Ye Fei grabbed the bag on the table and went downstairs.

As soon as I left the gate, I saw Yan Xiao standing next to the car. He was wearing a light gray suit with no expression on his face, as if he was very cold. But his eyes kept looking at the door of Cullinan, and when Ye Fei came out, the whole person became vivid.

So Ye Fei held back the phrase "Don't come anymore" and didn't say it.

Yan Xiao's villa used to be a combination lock, and the key was needed to change to the apartment.

As he got out of the elevator, he touched the keys from the computer bag. Because the buckle of the key chain was too small, one didn't hold it, and it fell directly to the ground, just beside Ye Fei's feet.

Ye Fei lowered his head.

It was a very old key chain, with scratches on the steel ring, and a small, mini white No. 42 jersey dropped below it.

"Huh?" Ye Fei knelt down, looked at the key chain carefully, and said in a daze: "This thing is so familiar..."