"Hmm? Where are we going then?"
Yan Mofei stretched out his hand and circled her, leading her directly into the room: "We're already engaged, so of course we have to enjoy ourselves first."
He pulled out a whole row of small balloons from his bedside table, all of which he planned to use.
A few years ago, he never thought that he would fall into the hands of a small assistant.
I had originally planned to hang around for a few more years, and when things really didn't work out, I would marry whoever was more suitable. But I didn't expect that after just a short while, we were already engaged.
But now that it's legitimate, at least I don't have to move around.
Yang Xiaoli looked at the row of small balloons, her little face full of surprise.
"With so many, how long will it take to finish blowing?"
As a result, Yang Xiaoli didn't go out for nearly half a month, and spent all his time blowing balloons.
Yan Zhen has been going to the gym more frequently recently. He is still in good shape despite his age. Although he is inferior to his son, he is not much worse after all.
When I returned to the studio, there were indeed a lot of scripts piled up.
During this period, Yan Mofei also selected several good artists to sign contracts, let them choose some scripts, and successfully sent them to the crew.
The conflict between his fate and his destiny was resolved, and the artists who signed with him also benefited from it. They received more high-quality work, and many production crews and program teams gave priority to hiring people under Yan Mofei.
I just wanted to establish a relationship with Yan Mofei, and I also trust the character of Yan Mofei's subordinates.
"There are so many, how long will it take me to choose?"
He was about to pick up the script when a message came on his phone. It was a private message from his second account.
Yan Mofei took the script, opened it casually, and then sat up straight.
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