"Xiao Xianjue, your variety show is trending again."
Yan Xianjue frowned: "Hmm?"
This is not normal.
According to their plan, they should start buying promotions one week before the college entrance examination results are released.
Seeing his frown, Yan Wan couldn't help but pinch him on the cheek: "You're still grouchy with Big Sister."
When Yan Xianjue was about to refute, Yan Wan directly stuffed the phone into his hand and manually stopped him from speaking.
Yan Xianjue yelled in his heart: [Big sister is too much! ]
Mr. and Mrs. Yan, who were sitting in front of them, looked at each other.
At the same time, a smile of watching the fun appeared on his face.
It's because the younger son bullies Yan Ci all day long that he has no way to deal with his sister.
Even a mother would occasionally want to see how happy her youngest son is.
When Yan Xianjue took the phone, he saw netizens speculating about the relationship between Lei Xuan and President Lei.
He couldn't believe it: "Do I need to guess?"
What’s the difference between this and telling the truth, Mr. Lei?
Yan Wan said, “But the people in Mr. Lei’s circle of friends won’t take screenshots and post them online.”
"But now netizens are using microscopes to eat melons, so I guess it will be revealed soon."
The corners of Yan Xianjue's mouth twitched: "No need."
Because just in the last second, the insurance company responded.
The response is——
——Nine-grid selfie of Lei Xuan.
Yan Xianjue covered his eyes and returned the phone to Yan Wan.
Yan Wan was caught off guard and was hit hard by the picture.
She was silent for a while, then handed the phone to Yan's father and mother who turned around out of curiosity.
Yan's father and mother looked at the nine selfies and couldn't tell whether they were of a peacock, a palette, or a rainbow.
Father Yan silently turned off the screen of his mobile phone.
Youyou said, "I'm old now, and my aesthetic taste can't keep up with the trend. I'll leave this chance to the lucky draw to you young people."
Yes, there was a caption attached to Lei Xuan’s selfie in the response.
It is a lottery event, and ten lucky winners will be drawn to receive a cash red envelope of 10,000 yuan.
The conditions for the lucky draw are to leave a comment of no less than 100 words of flattery under this picture and text, and it must be sincere and heartfelt.
Yan Wan put away her phone and opened the comment section.
"It turns out my conscience is only worth 10,000 yuan."
"That's quite a lot."
"Money not only blinds my eyes, but also changes my aesthetic taste."
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