After a hearty meal, An Chuyu took out three number cards and announced to An Qingjue and Yunluo, "Those guys are too annoying. Let's change all the numbers. They're consecutive."

Yunluo listened to his girlfriend very much. He obediently sent text messages about number change to a bunch of people who needed to leave their numbers, informing them of his new mobile phone number. Then he threw away the old number cards and replaced them with new ones. He then sent a text message to that group of people informing them that the number change was complete.

Alas, Yunluo’s social circle is really small. When he changed his number, he only notified Yan Chenyu, Liu Xun, Qingshui Tanaka, An Zhongshu, Su Ran, Nalan Shiqi, and Qin Ren, and no one else.

After finishing, An Chuyu and An Qingju went to try on new clothes. Yunluo took Tangtang back to the bedroom, turned on the laptop, sat down, put on headphones, turned on Yayway, listened to the soft girls singing, and quietly began to type on the keyboard to write the manuscript, recording every bit of the 237 years of the apocalypse, the history that really existed.

An Chuyu and An Qingjue changed into new clothes and walked around in front of Yunluo, winning countless praises from Yunluo for their purity and beauty, and winning smiles from their girlfriend and sister-in-law. Otherwise, what awaited Yunluo was the anger of being twisted and pinched by the women.

The two sisters took a nap, said goodbye to Yunluo, and went to attend the summer dance class. Without the bother of a scumbag playboy, the An sisters thought that this part-time job was pretty good, and the money was paid generously, paid once a week.

Hahahahaha… As soon as his girlfriend and sister-in-law left, Yunluo immediately returned to his original form and let Tangtang go for a ride: “Tangtang, remember to go home before 5pm, otherwise I’ll break your fifth leg.”

"Squeak." Tangtang called happily, wagging its big tail, jumped onto Yunluo's shoulder and rubbed it to act coquettishly, then turned into a red shadow, jumped down from the glass windowsill, landed on the camphor tree, and disappeared, going to find a group of female mice.

Yun Luo picked up the black phone and called Yan Chenyu. His voice was very gentle: "Xiaoyu, I'm home. Everything is fine here. Are you okay?"

"No, I have no appetite." Yan Chenyu rarely acted coquettishly with Yun Luo, and her cold and sweet voice had a tail tone.

"Be good, you have to eat well so that you can grow meat and be comfortable to hold." Yun Luo comforted Yan Chenyu and then changed the subject very cleverly. Otherwise, the resentment of his confidante would be very deadly. "Have you finished the decoration drawings of the No. 36 Valley Villa in the Nanshan Villa Complex?"

"Well, it's been done a long time ago. It's been renovated according to my requirements, and it will be completed smoothly before the New Year, including the pond and fruit trees outside the villa. But, A Luo, the 10 million yuan can't be delayed by then, and I can't hold on to Valley Villa No. 36 for too long." Yan Chenyu was indeed much happier when she talked about this topic.

Valley Villa No. 36 is Yan Chenyu and Yun Luo’s little secret, which even An Chuyu doesn’t know.

"No problem. Even if I don't borrow money from Qin Ren, I hope to save up 10 million before the end of the year. Sony told me that the CDs and novels are selling well. Judging from the sales of genuine CDs in the UK, the US, Japan, and China, I can be considered a qualified little star in the entertainment industry. At least I have made a name for myself."

"The sales of the novel "The Last 237 Years" are even more popular than CDs. The demand is simply outstripping supply. I think my reputation as a famous novelist may be more famous than that of a little singer. For the sake of sales, Sony Publishing plans to publish the second book in three months. I took care of the translation of the English and Japanese versions of the novel myself, which saved me a lot of money."

"Let me tell you, Xiaoyu, I didn't even tell Chu Yu about this. A well-known American director took a fancy to the first book of The Last 237 Years and wanted to buy the rights to adapt the first book into a film. He also invited me to be the screenwriter of the film, but I refused."

Yun Luo spoke softly, and Yan Chenyu listened carefully. A faint feeling crossed the barrier of space and flowed gently in the hearts of the two. There is no better confidante than this.

"Well, A Luo, it's good that you have your own ideas. But as for matters related to film adaptation, you'd better talk to Koala. Koala has appeared in movies from many countries and has a lot of experience and can help you." Yan Chenyu is very smart and knows Yun Luo very well. She can tell from her words that Yun Luo also wants to adapt the novel into a movie script.

"It's better to have nothing than to have something of poor quality. I don't want the fruit of my labor of love to be ruined by others. Xiaoyu, I will sing "The Phoenix Is Immortal" for you alone." Yun Luo liked Yan Chenyu very much and she understood him very well. It seemed that they could understand each other's thoughts without saying a word.

"Okay." Yan Chenyu spoke softly. She sat quietly, closed her beautiful eyes slightly, and listened attentively.

Yun Luo sang "The Phoenix Is Immortal", which carried the gloom, coldness, bloodiness and brutality of the doomsday world. There will be light after the darkness, but it will not necessarily be light. In a world without hope, only death is the most beautiful ending.

The Phoenix is ​​Immortal. It is a dark fairy tale, a sad legend, and a story of loving and being loved.

How many emotions and blessings were expressed in the line "The phoenix and the phoenix flew away to different places and forgot each other"? Perhaps even Yun Luo didn't know it. After all, he was not the poet who composed the music that wrote about the immortality of the phoenix.

Yan Chenyu was fascinated by the song. When she woke up from the singing, she saw Zhen Mi standing quietly beside her. There were many emotions hidden in her beautiful eyes, which Yan Chenyu did not understand.

"It sounds nice, Xiaoyu." Yun Luo replied with a slight smile. He did not carefully distinguish the sound on the other end of the phone, and did not notice that Zhen Mi walked to Yan Chenyu's side.

"It sounds very nice, A Luo. I have something to do, so I'll hang up first." Although Yan Chenyu was not afraid of Zhen Mi, it was not convenient for her to continue chatting with Yun Luo with the big boss standing in front of her, so she hung up the phone.

Yunluo understood Yan Chenyu very well. As soon as she said the words "confidante", he knew there was someone else around. He then carefully distinguished the sounds coming from the phone, and the soft breathing and heartbeat of Zhen Mi were extremely clear in Yunluo's sea of ​​consciousness.

Zhen Mi, the goddess of Luo River, is not a good girl. Whoever says that beautiful women are kind-hearted is talking nonsense.

…

"Xiaoting said that the pressure was too great and she wanted to resign. You will come to be my personal secretary on September 1st, and hand over your work to Xiaoting in the next few days." Zhen Mi looked at the cold and beautiful Yan Chenyu with her lacquered eyes quietly. She admired Yan Chenyu's confidence in front of her, although Zhen Mi knew where Yan Chenyu's confidence came from.

It’s just that your breasts are bigger than others. What’s there to be proud of? Humph, I also have a D cup.

Who says goddesses can't be envious, jealous, or hateful? Zhen Mi's heart is that of a little girl. Especially when Yun Luo sang Immortal Phoenix to Yan Chenyu just now, the tune was really beautiful, Zhen Mi herself couldn't think of it, but the goddess had a very good memory, and she remembered the entire score of Immortal Phoenix.

Zhen Mi was itching to go and play the guzheng version of "The Immortal Phoenix" with her bare hands, but she didn't want to stay any longer and left quietly, wearing a flowing white Hanfu with butterfly patterns, like a fairy from heaven.

Yan Chenyu thought quietly, and then thought of a salary increase. Zhen Mi's personal secretary's basic monthly salary was 50,000 yuan, not including bonuses. As Zhen Mi's personal secretary, the bonus for a year was also at the top of the entire Zhen Group.

"Yeah! Yan Chenyu you are the best!"

Who says that the cold and beautiful Yan Chenyu will always remain calm and composed when encountering things? After all, she is just a girl who has just entered the society, and her mind is still a little immature as a college girl. When she is really happy, she will cheer with gestures, and then her plump E-cup breasts burst two buttons of her white shirt, which made Yan Chenyu's pretty face blush instantly.

Fortunately, Yan Chenyu had needle and thread in her handbag, which she used to prepare when she bought new clothes for Yun Luo to replace buttons. Yan Chenyu picked up the two buttons that had fallen, and without taking off her clothes, she took the needle and thread and sewed the buttons.

Lord Husky sneaked a dog head in from outside the office door, blinked his blue eyes, and looked at Yan Chenyu curiously as she was poking herself with a needle. He thought that the people on Earth were really weird.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

…

"I've been married for three and a half years. It would be better for me to have a younger brother..."

Yunluo was typing away attentively on the keyboard in the afternoon when suddenly a hoarse singing voice floated in from outside the house. The voice was extremely unpleasant, almost like noise. Even if Yunluo was wearing headphones to listen to a soft girl singing, he could not block out the noise.

Yunluo stopped, took off his headphones, listened attentively, and walked to the glass window sill and looked down. Oh my god, it really is the eighth-level evolver with a handsome Korean uncle's face, the guy who drove all the way from Sihai City to Xihu City to follow Yunluo.

An eighth-level evolver is an eighth-level evolver. Even if he is singing a crappy song, his voice will be mixed with traces of telekinesis and true power, which can make people who hear it feel very irritated. If you keep listening to it, all ten people will have their heads explode and their brains spread.

Fortunately, that insane high-level evolver was carrying a white flag and singing as he walked, so people who heard him would just feel extremely annoyed and want to pick up a kitchen knife to kill the singing bastard, but there would be no danger of their heads exploding.

Yun Luo ignored him. An eighth-level evolver was causing trouble. That was Ba Xia’s business and had nothing to do with him.

…

As the saying goes, neurotic patients have broad ideas and mentally retarded children are full of joy.

After Fire Crow arrived at the Xihu City Higher Education Park, he really didn't know where to go to get the Sword Demon out for a moment. After thinking about it, Fire Crow suddenly had an idea. He went to the park to cut a purple bamboo, went to the hotel to find a white bed sheet, and made a white flag. He then went to the vegetable market to buy a duck, and after killing the duck, he used the duck's blood to write a line of crooked Chinese characters on the white flag.

The Heavenly Pig Sword Demon, you killed my daughter, get out and fight me, or you are a dog!

Well, the word "竺" in Tianzhu Sword Demon is still a typo.

But this did not affect Fire Crow's interest at all. He carried the white flag and thought about walking around the higher education park all day long, singing songs, trying to use this abnormal method to get the sword demon out.

The Korean Fire Crow, who had extremely strong self-confidence and felt that he could do it, sang with his hoarse voice as he walked.

"Little cabbage, the yellow in the field, three or two years old, lost my mother. Following Daddy, it was not bad, but I was afraid that Daddy would marry a stepmother. After marrying a stepmother, three and a half years passed, and a younger brother was born who was better than me. My brother eats noodles, and I drink soup, and I hold the bowl with tears in my eyes. My dear mother misses me, who knows, I miss my dear mother in my dreams. My dear mother, my dear mother."

Wherever the Fire Crow passed, there was a sound of angry curses.

Thanks to Xi Bajun, Bing Qingye, and Yong Bao Future for the tips. The third update with 1,000 votes has been sent. The weekly push has 1,339 votes, and there is only less than 200 votes away from the 1,500 votes for the fourth update with 12,000 words. Come on, everyone! The author is rushing to finish the manuscript.