Seeing that Wen Yan remained silent, Wang Luoqi comforted him: "You are not short of money now. Didn't sister give you all my secondary cards?"

"When you need money, can't you just swipe my secondary card?"

"My sister will save your own income for you first. When you get married, my sister will return this card to you."

"Why don't you pay me back until you get married?" Wen Yan was a little confused.

"The money in this card is your wife's book. Of course I have to wait until you get married before I give it to you. Otherwise, if you spend it all, how can you get a wife in the future?"

Wen Yan: "..."

My wife, Ben, why do I need you to take care of her?

Forget it, don't worry about these details.

…

Had lunch.

Wang Luoqi went back to the house and changed his clothes before getting ready to go to work.

Before leaving, she came to the second bedroom again and told Wen Yan:

"Xiao Hao has come to the Magic City these days. If he comes to play with you, go out with him. Don't stay at home. Go out and relax. Maybe you can find new creative inspiration."

No, no, no, I don’t need inspiration for my creation, I am just a ruthless porter, Wen Yan complained in his heart.

"Okay, I know."

"But you must also remember, don't go where you shouldn't go, otherwise you will know the consequences."

After saying that, Wang Luoqi went out to work.

Wu Hao came to the Magic City? A smile appeared on Wen Yan's lips.

This boy is the eldest grandson of the Second Grand Master of the Wu family, and is also Wang Luoqi's cousin. He is twenty years old this year, but has a somewhat bohemian personality. He has always been punished by Mr. Wu in Beijing.

Well, I can only say that a person lives up to his name. If you read his name separately, that is his life experience.

Putting aside these distracting thoughts, Wen Yan began to continue drawing Conan comics.

Just like what he said to Wang Luoqi, he needs to save more manuscripts, otherwise he will be too busy next month.

Because not only does he have to participate in the singing variety show Wang Luoqi has prepared for him, Hongqi will also be shown on Shanghai TV Station next month.

By then, there will be too many things for him to be busy with.

If the update is interrupted again, not only will the beautiful editor send him a series of life-threatening calls, but his dear readers will also get upset.

Although he can take the opportunity to harvest a wave of anger points, he has no skills that urgently need to level up now, so it is useless to have too many anger points.

Moreover, rather than accumulating anger points, he wanted to enrich his wife Ben.

After all, the wife he wants to marry has an extraordinary status.

If his wife is too young, he himself will be embarrassed.

However, he also needs to find an opportunity to get himself a bank card. The income from comics can be used to top up his wife's book.

He can no longer give Wang Luoqi any income from the songs in the future.

After all, one wife can only marry one wife, so he has to prepare a few more, so he can marry more wives...

Ahem, joke, joke.

He is a dedicated person and will not have such flirtatious thoughts.

Moreover, even if he suddenly has a bold idea, the country has a complete set of punishments waiting for him.

The reason why he doesn't deposit the income from his songs to Wang Luoqi is because if a man wants to live comfortably, how can he not have his own small treasury?

Just like now, he is using Wang Luoqi's secondary card. Although it is very convenient, his consumption records are clear to others.

"Tick tock..."

"Tick tock..."

Just when Wen Yan was working hard for his wife Ben, Zhao Wanqi suddenly called him.

Wen Yan raised his eyebrows. He thought Zhao Wanqi had fled out of fear of crime.

From seeing the post on the Magic Art Forum, Wen Yan knew that Zhao Wanqi had leaked the news.

Therefore, he sent a series of questioning messages to this "tight-lipped big sister".

But Zhao Wanqi did not reply.

In the past two days, he also called Zhao Wanqi several times, but it was the assistant from her studio who answered the phone.

After answering the phone, Wen Yan opened his mouth with a series of questions:

"What's wrong with you, Zhao Xiaozhen? You don't reply to text messages or answer calls. If your assistant hadn't said you were still on Blue Star, I would have thought you had already ascended to Mars."

"That morning, who kept reassuring me that my information would not be leaked, and also said that my sister has always been tight-lipped?"

"I think you are just a thermos bottle without a stopper. As soon as people ask, you will tell them everything."

"Stop, stop, stop!" came Zhao Wanqi's soprano from the other side.

"Wen Xiaoyan, you have grown up now, so your wings have become stiffer? You are going to be mean to my sister when you open your mouth. You are really capable!"

"Don't change the subject. We are talking about leaks now." Wen Yan refused to accept this trick.

Zhao Wanqi pretended to be stupid: "What leaks, I don't understand~"

Wen Yan: "..."

Whether it is Wang Luoqi or Zhao Wanqi, they will become forgetful experts instantly when they are in trouble. Is this a common problem among women?

"If you don't understand, I'll explain it to you."

Wen Yan was not prepared and skipped the topic so easily. Without letting Zhao Wanqi remember it, how could he dare to talk to her about personal matters in the future?

Doesn't it mean that Zhao Wanqi knows about it, and only half of the entertainment industry knows about it?

"Didn't you promise me to keep the matter of me being your songwriter a secret? Why did it still spread in Magic Art?"

Wen Yan directly blocked Zhao Wanqi's escape route: "Don't tell me that the leak of secrets has nothing to do with you."

"There are hundreds of millions of connections."

Seeing that she couldn't shirk it, Zhao Wanqi chose to be honest:

"I told the two old professors in the vocal music department. They are both my teachers. I can't hide it when they ask me about this kind of thing."

"Besides, they are not gossipers. Even if they know about it, it won't matter much."

"Then how come the whole school knows about it?" Wen Yan didn't believe it.

Zhao Wanqi hesitated to speak: "They... told the students close to them again."

Wen Yan: "..."

"I have a better memory this time. Gossip is like an infectious disease. It can only be eliminated at the source, otherwise it will only spread from person to person, and it will become more and more outrageous." Zhao Wanqi's tone was a little sad.

Seeing that Zhao Wanqi had remembered the lesson, Wen Yan was not prepared to pursue the case any further.

He said: "It's just a trivial matter. If you admit it directly, it will be fine. As for not replying to the message for two days?"

"I really didn't see the news."

Zhao Wanqi was a little irritated: "I've been annoyed to death in the past two days. My studio's tribal account has almost been destroyed by others. Even if I turn off the comments, there are still a group of trumpets who are leading my rhythm everywhere."

"We can't ignore this kind of thing. In the entertainment industry, three people make a tiger. If I don't explain it and let them pass it on, I don't know how much impact it will have."

"Is this happening?" Wen Yan looked confused.

"You are a village Internet cafe, and the tribe has been in trouble for two days."

Zhao Wanqi was a little irritated: "Forget it, I won't tell you anymore, I have to go and get busy."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Yan quickly opened the tribe.

Then, he saw that Zhao Wanqi was on the hot search again, but this time the hot search was about negative news about her.

She has been smeared!

…

Cold update, I feel so uncomfortable, my head is about to explode!

Give me some tickets.

Recommended, monthly pass, whatever!
Chapter completed!