Vol 2 Chapter 3803: I just like it

Fu Yuan'er came to Yan Yan for the purpose of letting her introduce the main anchor to sell peaches in the live broadcast room.
There is no problem with Yan Yan. She does have personal relationships with many well-known anchors. When necessary, she can also help sell goods in the live broadcast room.
However, she felt, "Is Cheng Zitong what Cheng Zitong wants to sell goods in the live broadcast room?"
Fu Yuan'er was taken aback when asked.
Cheng Zitong immediately replied: "Of course, expanding the popularity is needed for any product!"
Yan Yan nodded, "I'll arrange it."
At this time, Yan Dad came back from fishing.
Fu Yuaner pushed Cheng Zitong out to play chess with Yan Yan. She and Yan Yan could talk privately.
"My complexion is very good these days." Yan Yan hugged a pillow, her chin resting on the edge of the pillow.
The white fabric of the pillow made her skin whiter, and her long black hair lay lazily on her shoulders. As long as she didn't move, it was an oil painting.
"Do you envy my complexion? I still envy you for your beautiful appearance." Fu Yuan'er pursed her lips.
She told Yan Yan, "I found myself in a strange psychology. If Cheng Zi talked to a beautiful girl, I would be anxious about my appearance."
She always thinks, if she can be as beautiful as Yan Yan, she won't worry about beautiful girls approaching him.
Yan Yan couldn't help but smiled: "First, I want to tell you that your appearance is also very good. Second, you're done, you're stuck in it."
Fu Yuan'er understood that she was in, but she didn't want to come out.
"Don't try to make me sober, I enjoy the feeling now." She smiled.
In fact, Yan Yan also wanted to tell her that in the world of emotions, appearance is not the first...
For example, Cheng Yiming will be fascinated by her face, but fascination does not mean love...
"Return to the topic just now," Fu Yuaner returned to the subject, "Why do you say that selling goods in the live broadcast room is not what Cheng Yiming wants?"
"Intuition he is not a retailer, but a brand pioneer." Yan Yan shrugged.
He is the one who creates the game, not just obeys the rules.
Yan Yan was right.
Fu Yuan'er was too impatient just now.
Suddenly, her phone rang, and it was Lucy.
"Editor Fu, Editor Qu had a car accident, come to the hospital..."
Fu Yuaner rushed to the hospital as quickly as possible.
There was only Lucy waiting outside the emergency room.
"What's the matter?" Fu Yuan'er asked.
The matter is not complicated. Editor-in-Chief Qu took Lucy to the factory for an interview. On the return journey, after a fork in the road, a large truck suddenly rushed out.
Editor Qu, in order to avoid the truck hitting a nearby tree, suffered severe damage to the driving position, so Editor Qu was injured.
Lucy was sitting in the passenger seat, only to be frightened.
"How is Editor Qu hurt?" she asked Lucy.
"The injury is not serious, but a month off is inevitable." Editor Qu's voice sounded.
The two looked back and saw that Editor Qu came out in a wheelchair.
Her left leg was cast from ankle to knee, and her arm and cheek were still bruised.
"Editor-in-chief Qu!" Fu Yuan'er was a little sad to see her like this.
"I'm fine, it's just a broken bone," Editor Qu comforted her. "The doctor said, take a good rest for three months, just like a normal person."
"The patient has to stay in the hospital for observation for a week," the doctor said, "family members go through the hospitalization procedures."
Lucy went through the formalities, and Fu Yuaner pushed Editor Qu to the ward.
"You have a good rest," Fu Yuan'er helped Editor Qu onto the bed and said: "Tell me what you need."
"I asked my mother to rush over," she replied, "Don't be busy, go back and rest early."
"What are you polite to me."
"I'm really not polite with you," Editor Qu smiled, "I asked you to go back to rest, so that you can better take over my work tomorrow."
"Take over your work?" Fu Yuan'er was a little surprised at first, but she suddenly felt ashamed.
Editor-in-chief Qu hasn't been able to work for three months, so she can't take up the work of the newspaper!
"You can rest assured, don't worry about the newspaper!" She assured the editor-in-chief Qu, "I guarantee that there will be no problems!"
"What I want is not that there will be no problems," Editor Qu glared: "What I want is to get the first place in the competition!"
Fu Yuan'er was taken aback for a moment, she really forgot, there is still a game!
But what you promised, you have to bite the bullet and go on.
When she came home, Cheng Zitong was still up and busy in the study.
My mother walked over quietly, "Have you had dinner?"
She shook her head. She was planning to eat at Yan Yan's house, but was called away by Lucy on the way.
She asked Cheng Zitong to come back first and go to the hospital alone.
"Did Cheng Zi eat it?" she asked her mother.
Mother said "um" and pulled her to the restaurant and brought her a bowl of hot soup.
"I found you changed." Mom said suddenly, staring at her drinking soup.
"Am I getting uglier?" Fu Yuan'er asked.
Mother shook her head: "You can't even care if you haven't eaten, and don't ask how your child is. First care about whether Cheng Zitong has eaten."
"Does he eat, is it that important?"
"Of course it's important," Fu Yuaner admitted generously. "How can I eat if he doesn't eat? I will be unhappy if he is not happy. I have already decided how much time is left in my life. To love him!"
Mother watched her for a long time, "Yuan'er, in fact, your grandpa didn't do anything right, did he?"
Fu Yuan'er sneered, "I should really thank him for not exploiting Cheng Zi to death."
Mother Fu sighed softly.
She didn't excuse Grandpa Fu, but she didn't want too much hatred in her daughter's heart.
"Mom, don't worry about me," Fu Yuan'er understood her thoughts, "I don't care about the past. I just want to stay with Cheng Zi, raise Yu'er well, and honor you. "
After that, the corner of her eyes flashed, and there was a figure in the aisle.
Cheng Zitong walked out.
He has taken a bath, sleepy in blue silk, and an inexplicable aura of extravagance... Hey, he was originally a man who could be the leader of a family.
"Zitong, come and have a bowl of soup." Mother Fu also filled him with a bowl, put it on the table, and turned back to the room by herself.
Fu's mother let the nanny live next door, and she shares a room with Yu'er.
Speaking of carers, Fu's mother is more attentive and professional than the nanny.
"How's it going?" Cheng Zi asked the same.
"Editor Qu is fractured," she pursed her lips. "I will leave the affairs of the newspaper to me, including the media creative propaganda contest..."
If she can't get the first place, even if editor Qu's leg injury can be recovered, it is estimated that she will suffer from internal injuries.
"Media Creative Propaganda Contest..." Cheng Zitong pondered for a moment, "I know the investors of the contest, so I can arrange it..."
Fu Yuan'er was taken aback for a moment, "Do you want me to go through the back door?"
Cheng Zi also disagrees: "If you don't go through this back door, others will come and go."
Since he was fifteen years old, he began to understand the process of holding various competitions, and no longer believed in any competitions.
The simulation investment competition that made him famous in the university was the champion after he used technical means to cut off all the possibilities of secret operations.
Fu Yuan'er couldn't help her words, how did she think he made some sense.
"What's more, does my husband help his wife to go through the back door?" He asked, and drank the soup that had been cooled to just the right amount.
Fu Yuan'er could not refute, but she also made up her mind and refused to accept it.
"If you really want to help me, let all the contestants play fairly!" After she finished speaking, she pushed aside the dishes and went into the house to remove her makeup and take a bath.
Cheng Zi smiled slightly.
Ten minutes ago, she told Mother Fu that she should love him with all her heart and love.
But the principles that should be adhered to are actually no less.
He slowly put down the tableware and returned to the bedroom.
It seemed that she had just taken a bath in the bathroom, and the sound of the water was very quiet.
He wanted to change to a nightgown. Just after taking off his shirt, the bathroom door was suddenly opened, and she jumped out excitedly.
"Cheng Zitong..." She saw something, strong muscles, strong waist...
She lifted her chin and blew a whistle.
Cheng Zitong's handbook had already got the nightgown, and when he saw this, he immediately retracted his hand and turned to her and spread his arms.
Invite her to come closer and appreciate it.
Fu Yuan'er stepped forward unceremoniously and squeezed twice at his waist.
"Satisfied?" He raised his thick eyebrows. "You can enjoy it now."
"Save it for next time." She smiled, "I have more important things to tell you now."
"I thought of a way to promote your peach!" She shook her fist excitedly.
Cheng Zitong was amused, and sat down on the couch next to him, "What can I do?"
"Media Creative Propaganda Contest!"
She figured it out clearly, since editor Qu's topic selection has not officially started, she can change the topic selection.
If she can sell the peaches all over the world, the plan will not only be used for competitions, but also help Cheng Zitong solve problems.
"You must want to make peach a brand, right?" She smiled and pursed her lips. "This competition is the best opportunity to launch a new brand."
Cheng Zi nodded her head. She had a good idea, but, "My brand is a brand new thing. Compared with the already small and famous brand, you will have more difficulty."
"I'm like someone who is afraid of difficulty?" Who do you look down on!
Cheng Zi laughed together, hooked her long arm and hooked her into his arms.
How could he forget that his woman is such an energetic angel.
"How do you know I want a new brand?" he asked.
"Yan Yan reminded me," Fu Yuan'er was ashamed, "I didn't figure out what you want."
"You don't need to figure it out," Cheng Zitong stroked her long hair, "I will tell you what I want."
"Really?"
"So, don't care about these little things in the future. Just remember that if you don't give me an antidote for a day, I will not leave you for a day."
"The antidote?"
"If you didn't poison me, how could I have been obsessed with you for so long."
"Then wait, I won't give you an antidote in this life!"
"my pleasure."
"Hahaha, hey, what are you doing..."
"Tell you what I want."
"Hate!"
The laughter gradually turned into rapid breathing, and it was another hot night tonight.
It's just that Fu Yuan'er would not have thought that her creativity would soon reach Yu Sirui's hands.