Collapsed house star: My wife is the actress

Chapter 37 037. Withdrawal
Back home, Zhang Yuntian put a clock worth [-] Citi coins on his bedside table.

Watching the pointer swing, Zhang Yuntian was very satisfied.

"Kacha" "Kacha" took a few photos.

Zhang Yuntian really wants to share it with others at the moment, but after looking at WeChat, it seems that there are no friends who can talk about it.

He swiped through his friend list and set his sights on Wan Jun's wechat profile picture.

"Hey" smiled.

Zhang Yuntian directly sent all the photos he just took to Wan Jun at once.

Wan Jun was sleeping, and in a daze, he heard his WeChat notification beeping constantly.

The manager is like this. He is very sensitive to the sounds of phone calls, WeChat, and text messages. After hearing these sounds, no matter how sleepy he is, he will be awakened immediately.

Wan Jun thought that something had happened to the artist under his banner, so he hurriedly opened WeChat, only to find that the whole damn message was sent by Zhang Yuntian.

Wan Jun woke up from his drowsiness all at once, and he didn't panic about other people's information, but this damn Zhang Yuntian didn't know what kind of moth he would make in the next moment.

Wan Jun's heart was beating wildly at this moment, and he was still a little nervous. He opened WeChat carefully. One minute later, he saw that Zhang Yuntian had sent him seven or eight pictures of clocks in a row, and added a sentence at the end : "Handsome?"

After a full 3 minutes of silence, Wan Jun tentatively replied with a "?", and added after thinking about it: "Did you send it wrong?"

Zhang Yuntian on the other end of WeChat quickly replied: "There is no mistake, Brother Jun, do you think it is handsome? I feel that the room seems to have changed a lot with the addition of this clock."

In a daze, Wan Jun saw the time on his phone, it was past three o'clock in the morning.

Wan Jun was a little confused: "Do you know what time it is?"

Zhang Yuntian replied: "Of course I know. It's 03:30 in the middle of the night. I just came back from Citigroup. I'm jet-lagged and not sleepy at all."

Wan Jun: "??? Are you sleepy? Am I sleepy too?"

Zhang Yuntian changed the subject and said, "Don't worry about whether you're sleepy or not, Brother Jun, just say you're handsome or not."

Wan Jun took a deep breath, did not reply to Zhang Yuntian, and directly came to a blacklist package, and locked Zhang Yuntian's WeChat in a small black room.

Zhang Yuntian waited for a long time but couldn't wait for Wan Jun's reply, so he couldn't help sending another message: "Brother Jun, are you still there?"

After this message was sent, a big red exclamation mark appeared in the chat box.

The system prompts: The message has been sent, but it was rejected by the other party.

Zhang Yuntian sighed, put down his phone, and carefully admired the clock on the bedside table.

Zhang Yuntian likes all kinds of clocks and watches. This hobby does not originate from himself, but from his childhood.

At that time his father had not died.

Grandparents are still there.

Before he came to the Zhang family with Huang Cuifang at the age of ten, he also had a happy childhood.

"Different clocks make different sounds. Yuntian, this is the sound of 'da da da', this is the sound of 'clicking', and this is the sound of 'dididi', do you like that sound?"

"Dad, which one do I like, will you give that to me? You won't feel bad, will you?"

"No, you are father's son. Sooner or later, these will all be yours. How can I feel distressed?"

"Then I want the one with the head portrait of Monkey King, 'Diu Diu Diu', somersault cloud, hehe."

The man with a simple and honest appearance in his memory helped his glasses frame, looked at the biggest Sun Wukong-framed clock on the shelf, with admiration on his face, he spoke loudly: "Sure enough, he is my own son, with the same eyesight as Dad, and Dad likes it too. , can't give it to you."

"Ah? Dad, didn't you say you wouldn't feel bad?"

"Haha, Dad repented, why? You bite me."

Zhang Yuntian looked at the clock with the frame of the Great Wall in front of him, thinking about the past memories in his mind, his eyes were a little moist, he wiped the slightly hot eye sockets, and hid all the memories in his mind.

Forget about those who will make him weak and make him sad, never again.

The next day, Zhang Yuntian came to the company early in the morning.

When Wan Jun came to the office, he heard that in the tea room, his helper was muttering dissatisfiedly: "This is the breakfast I bought after queuing for more than 20 minutes. Didn't you say you just taste it? I Just go to pick up a drink, and you're almost finished?"

"It's been such a long queue, not bad, not bad."

"You still eat, you don't eat."

"The last bite, the last bite."

This devil-like voice, who else could it be if it wasn't Zhang Yuntian's stick.

Wan Jun came to the tea room with a sullen face.

Seeing her immediate boss coming, the assistant girl said innocently, "Brother Jun."

Zhang Yuntian, who planned to wrap up Wan Jun's breakfast all at once, saw Wan Jun approaching with a stinky face, hurriedly put down the little breakfast left in his hand, and said nonchalantly: "Brother Jun, morning OK."

"Get out of here." Seeing Zhang Yuntian licking his face, Wan Jun became angry.

Zhang Yuntian followed Wan Jun into the office. After Wan Jun sat on the office chair, he took out a pack of boiled Chinese medicine liquid from his handbag, inserted a straw and drank it.

The traditional Chinese medicine was so bitter that Wan Jun drank it for three or four days, and he almost became stupid.

"Brother Jun, it's not bad, all the precious medicinal materials are used." Zhang Yuntian smelled the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and basically knew which medicinal materials were used.

Wan Jun glared at him: "You bastard will die every day if you don't smell like shit. You speak as if you really understand."

Zhang Yuntian didn't explain, and spread it on the sofa in Wanjun's office as if he had no bones: "Brother Jun, my money is gone."

Wan Jun gritted his teeth angrily when he heard Zhang Yuntian's words: "I am your cash machine? Come to me if you have no money."

Zhang Yuntian groaned: "Brother Jun, am I going to join the crew soon? I don't have more than 300 yuan in total, and I can't live on. You don't want to see me enter the crew, Be looked down upon by others."

Wan Jun was so angry that he had a headache. He took a big mouthful of traditional Chinese medicine, and he didn't care whether it was hard or not. He said with a straight face, "I'm giving you two thousand transfers, can you save me some humiliation?" .”

Zhang Yuntian took the 2000 yuan with satisfaction, stood up and gave Wan Jun a military salute: "Good sir, I promise to complete the task." After speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Wan Jun shouted, "Where are you going?"

Zhang Yuntian said: "The money is all in hand, why are you still here? Brother Jun, goodbye to you." After finishing speaking, he ran away without a trace.

It's really being used as a cash machine.

Wan Jun beat his chest angrily: "Sooner or later, Zhang Yuntian will be pissed to death by that bastard."

Gate: Recommended Ticket

Door: monthly pass
(End of this chapter)