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Regarding Lin Yao¡¯s abnormal behavior, Mo Yan could only think of this possibility.
Lin Yao is in urgent need of money recently.
¡°Otherwise, with her character, how could she accept these messy endorsements?
"I want to make money to buy a house." Lin Yao knew that she couldn't hide it from the shrewd Mo Yan, so she simply told the truth.
"Why do you suddenly want to buy a house?" Mo Yan smiled, why is Lin Yao always thinking about it recently?
"I feel that I am not young anymore. Only by buying a house earlier can I have that sense of security, yes, sense of security!"
Lin Yao hesitated for a long time and finally came up with a suitable reason.
"Pfft, you're only twenty-four, why are you too young? Yaoyao, have you been thinking too much lately?"
Mo Yan couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm serious, Sister Yan. I want to earn enough money to buy a house next month. Just help me."
Lin Yao begged Mo Yan, her voice was so delicate and soft that the driver's bones went numb and he almost drove the car into the flower stand on the roadside.
"Although these three endorsements pay quickly, they are all third-tier brands. The endorsement fees are not very high. Plus the company's commission, the total may not be enough for you to buy an apartment in Kyoto." Mo Yan reminded.
"I want to buy a house in Jiangrong, and the endorsement fee should be enough." Lin Yao replied.
"Jiang Rong?" Mo Yan was a little surprised: "You have no relatives or friends in Jiang Rong, so why are you buying a house there?"
¡°I just think Jiangrong is a pretty nice city, with good scenery and delicious food. I want to buy a house and live here for my retirement in the future.¡±
This time Lin Yao had already thought of the answer and answered it immediately.
"Okay." Mo Yan finally agreed and continued:
"But the situation now is different from before. Huang Yin's new album came out before you, and Chen Zhi bought a lot of junkies, saying that you have exhausted all your talents. The new album has been prepared for more than half a year and it still can't be released.
This has had a big impact on you. Now Huang Yin¡¯s popularity has obviously improved. Many brands that have approached you before are contacting her.
So, if you want to successfully receive those three endorsements, or receive a better endorsement, it depends on whether your new album can surpass Huang Yin after it is released. "
"I understand, Sister Yan, I will work hard."
After hanging up Mo Yan¡¯s call, Lin Yao held the phone and looked out the window in a daze.
"Sister Yao, do you want to buy a house in Jiangrong?" Fangfang asked curiously.
"Yes, Fangfang, can I trouble you with something?" Lin Yao nodded and suddenly held Fangfang's hand.
"What's the matter?" Fangfang sat back a little warily. Recently, the "risk index" of the things Sister Yao asked her to do was a bit high.
"I want you to help me find a suitable house in Jiangrong. I can buy it as soon as I earn enough money, and I can live in it immediately after buying it." Lin Yao said seriously.
Fangfang looked Lin Yao up and down: "Sister Yao, you have become less and less like the little fairy in my mind recently."
"Just tell me whether you want to help me or not?" Lin Yao grabbed Fangfang to prevent her from shrinking back.
"Help, help." The assistant couldn't escape from the little fairy's clutches, so she had to agree with tears in her eyes.
"Remember, you want the property in the community to be better, have someone who specializes in cleaning, the surrounding area is safe, and it is convenient to travel, buy food and eat nearby, oh, and"
Lin Yao twirled her fingers and talked about the conditions for choosing a house, and finally emphasized:
¡°The most important thing is that it must be close to Apple Station.¡±
"Oh." Fangfang nodded blankly.
Why do I feel that the conditions Sister Yao mentioned seem familiar?
Is it an illusion?
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In the rental house, Fang Xiaole is writing a program plan in front of the computer.
This is not the program planning of "Super Challenge", but a brand new program.
This program also comes from the earth, from the sealed memory treasure house in Fang Xiaole¡¯s mind.
When Fang Xiaole sent Lin Yao out and carried Lin Yao up the stairs, the memory treasury was opened again. This variety show, which was completely different from Jichao and Run, floated out and was deeply engraved in Fang Xiaole's mind.
This is a very special program. It does not have those brain-burning puzzles or fierce confrontations, but it has also become very popular on the earth.
In this world, there has never been a variety show like this.
After Fang Xiaole sent Lin Yao away, he immediately returned to the rental house and wrote out the plan for this variety show.
Since the program was not complicated, Fang Xiaole had the general framework of the plan ready before twelve o'clock.
He stood up, stretched, beat his sore waist, and put away the cups Lin Yao and Fangfang drank coffee from. When he passed the single sofa where Lin Yao sat, he could still smell it faintly. A faint fragrance.
Suddenly, Fang Xiaole froze.
He suddenly discovered something!
His treasure house of memory opened for the first time. When he remembered the song "Rooftop", he met Lin Yao for the first time on the roof of his old house.
Recalling Jichao, it was Lin Yao who knocked him down in Yihu Park.
Recalling "Meet", it was when I was recording the show and riding in the same car with Lin Yao
In short, Lin Yao was by his side every time he opened his treasure house of memory.
No, it should be said that as long as he is with Lin Yao, his memory treasure house will be briefly opened!
All along, Fang Xiaole has been looking for the key to the memory treasure house, but there is no answer.
At this moment, he suddenly discovered that the precious key was actually beside him.
Could it be that she is my key?
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The next day, Fang Xiaole still got up very early and went out for morning exercise as usual.
He goes to the park to practice breathing and goes for a run in the old streets. Since he came to this world, he has persisted every day without stopping.
Even after his voice broke and he couldn't sing, he still didn't give up.
¡°If one day he can find a way to cure his throat, he will be able to pick up the microphone and stand on the stage again.
When passing by those deserted old houses, Fang Xiaole subconsciously stopped.
He took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat, and found the WeChat account whose profile picture was a cute little girl.
This is Lin Yao¡¯s WeChat account.
The little girl in the profile picture has a ponytail and a bright smile. Judging from her beautiful facial features, it should be a photo of Lin Yao when she was a child.
Fang Xiaole clicked on Lin Yao¡¯s WeChat account, and the last message was sent to him after she returned to the hotel last night.
¡°I¡¯m at the hotel, good night~(^3^)-¡î¡±
It¡¯s still a ¡°Yao-style¡± emoji, which is a bit cute, but Fang Xiaole doesn¡¯t quite understand what these emojis mean.
Fang Xiaole pressed his thumb on the keyboard of his mobile phone, but there was no movement.
It¡¯s only seven o¡¯clock now, who would send someone a WeChat message so early?
"The sand on your fingertips, him in your heart, she has been waiting for you."
A gentle and sad voice sounded, and Fang Xiaole suddenly saw a message from Lin Yao.
"Are you up?"
Fang Xiaole quickly replied: "Get up and run outside."
¡°It¡¯s so early (??_?)?, where are you running?¡±
Fang Xiaole thought for a while and typed a reply: "It's in the park near those old houses."
Lin Yao did not send another text, but sent a voice message.
Fang Xiaole clicked on it, and Lin Yao's voice came from the phone. It was gentle and soft with a bit of laziness. People couldn't help but picture her wrapped in a quilt, pursing her lips, lazily sending WeChat messages on the bed.
"Is this the old house we met that night? I really want to go and see it again." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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