Because Huang Da lost the bet, he did a lame Thomas pirouette on the ground, which caused a roar of laughter.

Zuo Ziliang doesn't like too much noise, but he doesn't care about employees releasing their emotions. He just sits in his office, lights a cigarette, and monitors data at any time.

Ye Lan carried the materials and went into the office to look for Wang Zixu. She looked at the report and looked at him, and a smile almost appeared in her eyes.

She said: "It has to be a little prince!"

She added: "Just one hour after the live broadcast, there were more than 700 applicants for S visas, and more than half of those who met the requirements came. Complete the monthly tasks ahead of schedule, let's work together!" she added.

Finally, she said: "I don't know how many more speech therapists we can add in the future. As long as we can attract one-third of the speech therapists from Qingyan, we will establish a leading position in the industry."

Wang Zixu smiled lightly, his face a little pale, and didn't answer a word.

Ye Lan knew that something was on his mind, so he stroked his back and said, "Let's go, come with us for a midnight snack tonight. It's a celebration."

Wang Zixu said: "No. I'm tired."

"Come on!"

Ye Lan pushed open the office door, and cheers from outside surged in, filling the corners of the office.

"Look how happy everyone is!"

The prince shook his head.

Ye Lan was a little disappointed: "Come on, if you keep being so autistic, you will become depressed."

Wang Zixu shook his head: "I like to be alone and will not be autistic."

Ye Lan still refused to give up: "Are you really not coming?"

"Next time."

He walked out of the office, causing a new wave of cheers from the employees. Everyone was talking to him, some were shouting loudly, some were praising in a low voice, the crowd was like a monster with dozens of limbs, some were patting him on the shoulder,

Some people hugged him, some shook hands with him.

After Wang Zixu said goodbye to everyone, he called a car and went home alone.

He feels that he has a bit of Square Syndrome. When there are many people around, he doesn't know what to do and his mind goes blank. Maybe a person like him is suitable for being alone.

He returned to the house where his internal organs had been hollowed out, and couldn't help coughing.

The wall quickly returned his voice to him, using an ethereal tone.

He slowly took off his clothes, slowly lay down on the messy bed, and slowly covered his shoulders with the thin blanket.

He curled up on the bed alone, as if hugging himself.

…

When he woke up the next morning, it was already past 11 o'clock and close to noon, and the house was empty. Only then did he remember that his wife had left. The strange thing was that he didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

When he turned on his phone, a bunch of unread messages immediately popped up. There were more than 99 unread messages on WeChat. Zuo Ziliang called him once, Ning Chunyan called him once, and Ye Lan called him three

, and two unknown unknown numbers.

He yawned loudly and sat on the bed for a while before clearing his thoughts.

My muscles and bones all over my body felt like they had fallen apart and then reassembled, and I was in constant pain. There was a bitter taste in my mouth, and one side of my nose was still stuffy.

He thought maybe he was getting old after all. Even though he didn't do anything indulgent last night, he still felt so bad when he woke up in the morning. After washing, he made his voice sound less like he just woke up, and called Ye Lan back.

"Oh my God, you finally woke up." Ye Lan said as soon as he answered the phone.

"Hmm. What's wrong? What's going on?"

"I can't come to you if I have nothing to do?"

"You won't call me three times if nothing happens."

Ye Lan said: "I'm not looking for you, the publishing house is looking for you. The editor there wants to talk to you about the book."

Wang Zixu asked: "What is it about the book?"

"Who knows? I don't know what kind of printing, what kind of autograph sessions, what kind of activities."

"Signing session?"

Wang Zixu was a little surprised. How could I hold a book signing event? How could I hold a book signing party?

Ye Lan said: "I don't know. I'll give you the other party's mobile phone and you can chat by yourself."
Chapter completed!