Career Synopsis:
Tong Yanxi, an unfortunate female university student, was facing a triple blow: her father's early death, her boyfriend cheating, and her family's debt. On top of tha...
Lin Yan thought for a rare moment and pondered, "Since we're not from the same school, this shouldn't be considered a teacher-student relationship, right? And there's no conflict of interest or involvement in teaching or grading."
Chu Shuang reminded him, "Be careful! Those marketing accounts can turn anything negative into something positive. Use your PR company, and don't let it get you slammed like it did back then. It's almost driving you into depression."
Yu Wenzhi's face darkened. Was he the one who got the spoils today, or was it Chu Shuang? Why did this person always find ways to expose his past?
He said dissatisfiedly: "It wasn't that exaggerated back then."
"Yes, yes, remember to bring your girlfriend out for a get-together sometime so we can get to know each other."
Without.
When Yu Wenzhi heard Chu Shuang's perfunctory answer, he supported his chin with his right hand, lowered his eyebrows, and refused to respond.
One is not very smart, one has a unique way of thinking, and the other one specializes in exposing his past.
None of them are good.
Don't let these people be corrupted by the time the time comes.
"Ah—A-choo!" Lin Yan suddenly sneezed for no apparent reason. "What's going on? Did I accidentally catch a cold?"
Yu Wenzhi didn't even raise his eyelids. He picked up a piece of cake and said lightly: "Drink more hot water and exercise."
He completely imitated Chu Shuang's perfunctory attitude just now.
While tasting Huayue's new product, Yu Wenzhi contacted the manager of the public relations company.
Ask him to ask people to control the comments on Weibo’s hot searches. You can ignore everything else, but you must report the negative comments.
By the way, spend a little more money to make the news of your winning stay on the trending searches on Weibo for a longer time.
Hmm? This dessert is pretty good, not too sweet.
Yu Wenzhi happily called the waiter to pack him a portion of the dessert.
Lin Yan, who was standing aside, felt a pang of jealousy. Tsk, the sour smell of love.