"Because today is Fast Fierce Day."

“What is Vegetarian Chicken Day?”

"It's just a day when I watch "Fast and Furious". Don't you know that "Fast 10" is streaming? Haven't you watched "The Big Bang Them"? Alas, you're so boring."

The boring man shook his head, and his expression showed that he still couldn't understand what Ye Lan was saying, which disappointed her. However, she still expressed her magnanimity that she was willing to divide the popcorn into half and allow him to live the "fast and fierce sun" together.

Wang Zixu politely declined. He said he did not want to go to this festival at the risk of eating Ye Lan’s toenails. However, he still sat down next to her and asked indirectly whether there was anything happening in Wenyan’s company recently.

Ye Lan looked at him with a little strange: "What happened? It's so much happening. I'm so busy every day. What are you talking about?"

"It's the unusual kind."

"It's unusual." Ye Lan raised his head and thought, "Didn't you recruit someone a few days ago? I went for an interview. A literary fan said that he came to our company because he admired the little prince, but his performance was extremely poor. In the end, he jumped on the table to recite poems and was driven down by us."

Wang Zixu said: "The Death Poetry Society?"

"What?"

"Nothing. Then have you recruited that person?"

"Of course not. But we advised the man for a long time and said that he would not be able to see you even if he came to work, so he was willing to leave."

Wang Zixu scratched his head: "I'm not saying this. Have Zuo Ziliang said recently that he wants to sell the company?"

"Ah?" Ye Lan glared, "He wants to run away? He dares! Can he do that without the consent of the board of directors? Did he tell you?"

"No, I'm just an example. He didn't say that." Wang Zixu waved his hand quickly.

Ye Lan's expression was not like a false statement (from his understanding of her, she was not the kind of person who could hide things). Because of this, Zuo Ziliang's intentions became even more erratic.

Why did he exclude them and communicate with Xunyi privately? Oh Captain!My Captain! What are you thinking?

Wang Zixu wanted to find an opportunity to talk to him.

Ye Lan, who was sitting beside him, kicked him in the thigh with an unripe tomato: "Don't you consider revealing your identity?"

It's amazing, and I don't know why, everyone is asking him to reveal his identity today.

Wang Zixu didn't want to answer this question. But his serious answers would make "Fast Stimulus" a lot less beautiful.

Suddenly, his little prince possessed him, turned his head and looked deep into her eyes and said:

"You're not sweating feet, are you?"

"Ah?" Ye Lan's face turned red in an instant, "Who is the sweaty feet? You are the sweaty feet! You are a super invincible big smelly feet!"

After saying that, she quickly moved her nose and asked worriedly: "Is there any smell?"

"No, I heard that pretty women usually have sweaty feet."

"Who did you hear?"

Wang Zixu said: "Don't you think sweaty feet are a good attribute? I think sweaty feet are healthy and energetic, and very cute."

"Ah?" Ye Lan looked at him with a perverted look, and quietly hid her feet behind her butt.

"Really, Quentin is foot control, and Jiang Wen is also foot control, and he especially likes to clap. From the perspective of Libido's economics, perhaps foot control triggers a mechanism that allows them to use this power to reproduction of creativity.

"Think about it, a pair of beautiful feet, wearing small white socks, lively and jumping. There is nothing to see on the outside, but there is actually sweating inside. When you take off your socks, the socks become wet; when you step on the smooth floor, you leave a footprint; it is smooth, soft and glutinous, fragrant. Don't you think it's very cute?"

"I think you are a pervert."

Ye Lan made a summary concisely, jumped off the sofa barefoot, went to the refrigerator to get a can of beer, and his face turned red when he came back.

"Do you want it?"

"If you don't drink, you will have to write scripts later." Wang Zixu said, "Why is script called a 'foot'? Does this mean that creative inspiration has some mysterious connection with foot fetish?"

"Ahhh! Don't say anything more!" Ye Lan covered her ears, and she felt that she was almost brainwashed.

"If there is 'Qentin Day' and 'Jiang Wen Day' next time, invite me to watch it together. Sooner or later you will agree with my point of view." Wang Zixu suggested.

Ye Lan picked up his legs and moved his toes flexibly in front of him: "Why do you have to watch foot control movies? It's not enough to watch this?"

"You can't do it. I think Uma Thurman and Zhou Yun's feet look strong."

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Chapter completed!