Chapter 49: Satisfying the Sponsor
An idea flashed through Yin Fu's mind, but she felt it was too far-fetched.
She murmured softly, denying it herself: "Impossible..."
In fact, in addition to the original owner who looks like Wen Yan, there is another person who also looks like Wen Yan.
That is her own self.
But when Huo Wenjing was thirteen years old, she was in another world separated from him by a dimensional wall. How could she have saved him?
Unless, she had passed through this world before and had no memory of it.
The more Yin Fu thought about it, the more she felt she was being ridiculous.
She shook her head and said seriously, "Second Young Master, what I just said was just a sudden guess. I didn't mean to sow discord between you and Miss Wen. I hope you don't misunderstand."
Huo Wenjing had gradually calmed down by now, and glanced at her calmly: "The person you like is not me, so I won't stir up trouble."
Yin Fu couldn't help but curl her lips: "That's hard to say."
She was going to conquer him after all.
Huo Wenjing raised his eyebrows and sneered, "Could it be that the person Miss Yin likes is not my eldest brother, but me?"
Yin Fu's eyes swept across his handsome and gentle face without answering.
Initially, she had no intention of starting her strategy with the Second Young Master Huo.
Because he has someone in his heart, with a white moonlight hidden deep inside.
This seems to be a dead end.
"My eldest brother is about to get engaged, Miss Yin, you don't have much time left."
Huo Wenjing's words sounded like advice, but also like a warning.
Once the eldest brother and Wen Yan get married, he will never allow anyone to destroy Wen Yan's happiness.
As for today's speculation...
He didn't want to think too much before finding out the results.
"I know."
Yin Fu nodded.
…
After sending Mr. Huo away, Yin Fu ordered a midnight snack.
I've been feeling upset lately, and only delicious food can comfort me.
She was munching on Korean fried chicken when her phone dinged and a friend request popped up.
Yin Fu took a look and saw that the other person's head was a jade Buddha statue.
It has the air of an old man.
He added a friend without any comments, which seemed very overbearing.
Yin Fu clicked on the friend request and sent a message: [Who are you? ]
The other party had no self-introduction and asked right away: "Do you have the contact information of that cover blogger?"
Yin Fu took a bite of the chicken leg, a smile appearing in her bright eyes.
It turned out to be Mr. Huo.
She replied slowly: [What do you want her contact information for?]
Mr. Huo said confidently: [Of course I will ask her to sing for me.]
Yin Fu: [But she only likes to share online and is not willing to serve rich people.]
Mr. Huo obviously didn't believe it: [Is there anyone in this world who doesn't love money?]
Yin Fu sent a smiling emoji: [Look at me, I'm the one! A few days ago, I just spent 26 million just to have a cup of cold tea.]
On the other end of the phone, Mr. Huo sneered.
He showed the phone screen to the housekeeper, Uncle Cheng, and said, "Look at what Wen Ye has spoiled her into over the years. How dare she talk to me like that!"
Uncle Cheng said respectfully and honestly, "Miss Yin may not be sweet-tongued, but she does spend money lavishly."
Mr. Huo disagreed: "It's just a small amount of money, how can it be considered a huge spendthrift?"
Uncle Cheng thought to himself that twenty-six million was enough for ordinary people to achieve economic freedom and no longer have to struggle for a living.
It’s not just “that little bit of money”.
"Have you found out the identity of that female cover singer?"
Mr. Huo asked Uncle Cheng.
Uncle Cheng replied, "It seems this female singer has used some method to hide her data, so her information cannot be found."
Mr. Huo touched his chin.
He was never obsessed with the Internet.
But since he knew the account of this cover singer, he has been covering her works every night.
She has covered many songs, and each one is classic and beautiful.
Even "nice" is not enough to describe it.
It can be called the sound of nature.
There is just one bad thing, she has stopped posting works for several months.
He has listened to the videos she posted in the past over and over again.
I'm so itchy now, otherwise I wouldn't have taken the initiative to contact that little girl named Yin.
[Old man, if you want to get the contact information of that cover blogger, it's not completely impossible.]
After finishing her fried chicken and washing her hands, Yin Fu sent a message to Mr. Huo, "As long as you agree to one of my requests, I will send you her WeChat."
Old Master Huo snorted coldly: "If you want me to cancel the marriage between the Huo and Wen families, don't even bother."
Yin Fu: [Of course not.]
Mr. Huo: [Tell me about it.]
Yin Fu: [A very simple request—please don't interfere with anything I do before the engagement date.]
Mr. Huo immediately refused: [You are wishful thinking. I will not agree to it.]
Yin Fu shrugged lightly.
All right.
Then she can only save the country in a roundabout way.
Yin Fu took out a sound card from her suitcase, plugged it into her laptop, and recorded an old song.
It is the famous song of the deceased female singer that Mr. Huo loved the most.
After recording the song, she added a few words at the end: "This song is dedicated to an old man named Huo. My good friend told me that Mr. Huo likes to listen to my singing. I feel very honored."
She published the work immediately.
I guess Mr. Huo will hear it soon.
Yin Fu washed up and went to bed, turned off the lights, and sent a message to Huo Wenye on her phone: [The sponsor needs you tomorrow night, please come over.]
Huo Wenye replied after two minutes: [? ]
Yin Fu: [I've taken care of you for a whole year, please have some professional ethics.]
Huo Wenye: [? ]
Yin Fu continued: [Bring a box of condoms, my sponsor won't take any medicine.]
In the past, she was the one who took the medicine, but now she wants to take the lead.
Huo Wenye was silent for a moment before replying sarcastically: [How many in a box? Do you think that's enough?]
Yin Fu's eyes lit up, and she typed: [A box of eight, maybe? Too few to satisfy the sponsor.]
Huo Wenye was still working overtime in a meeting at the company.
When he read the message, the conference room was brightly lit and the marketing manager was reporting on the progress of the new project.
Huo Wenye was a little distracted when listening.
Since that unpleasant parting day, he has never contacted Yin Fu again.
I didn’t expect that she was still obsessed with being a “sugar daddy”.
"Mr. Huo?"
The marketing manager was trembling with fear, and became even more uneasy when he saw Huo Wenye tapping his knuckles on the table, looking very dissatisfied.
"You guys continue, I'm going to go out and make a phone call."
Huo Wenye stood up with an expressionless face.
He walked out of the meeting room and called Yin Fu.
"Huh? Why are you calling me?"
The girl's voice was sweet and charming, as if she had completely forgotten how unhappy she felt that day.
"The sponsor made a request, so naturally I have to respond promptly."
Huo Wenye's tone was cold, almost mocking, and he said in a low voice, "Eight in a box, right? You wait now."
Yin Fu exclaimed: "Who said now? I've already lain down to sleep."
Huo Wenye ignored him and glanced at his watch. "In half an hour, a box of eight will arrive first. I'll be there later. I must satisfy the sponsor tonight."
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