as an executive of the head office, Yang Guo can't play, so even if he is full of enthusiasm, Yang Guo finally just encourages them around them and plays the judge to give good advice during their rehearsal.

The hope of more than a hundred people in the small language team is placed on the five person team. Of course, they are not under little pressure. In the morning of the next day, they wiped their faces in a hurry and didn't have time to eat breakfast. They rehearsed in front of everyone in the conference room again.

Everyone worked together to give them advice and encouragement, which made Yang Guo and Lao Zhiqiang very happy. Yang Guo secretly felt that if such a team did not succeed, there would be no justice!

As expected, although Xiang Shihua was a little frank, Chu Tong was a little shy, and although other team members made some mistakes more or less, their sincere and direct statements and creative proposals won the unanimous praise of the jury.

"The budget of 500000 is not enough. I'll give you another 300000!" Yao Dehua finally stood up and concluded, "if you don't do it, you must do your best. I hope that when the video is launched, every Chinese is eager to click it to watch."

Maybe this process jumps too fast, but it really doesn't need to say much. Good ideas and Yao Dehua's desire to support Yang Guo have long predicted the success of the small language team. Their success at the moment may not necessarily shock the English team, but who knows their development in the future?

In the evening, in the largest banquet hall of the resort, Xinda translator held a reception for all employees who came to the meeting. Yang Guo followed Yao Dehua to meet a circle of executives of Xinda Translation, and then returned to the area where the small language team was located.

Yang Guocai found that the good party was turned into a celebration party by these guys. As soon as Yang Guocai came back, all kinds of toasts came in an endless stream. Unable to drink, Yang Guo repeatedly refused. Finally, under the leadership of Lao Zhiqiang, everyone coaxed president Yang, who impressed them the most, into soaking it in wine, and he almost didn't lift it up and throw it away.

Yang Guo, who couldn't laugh or cry, found a place to change into clean clothes, but the smell of wine still lingered on his body, and his hair was stuck into knots by the foam of champagne. Everyone had a good time and was a little sad. After all, they will go their separate ways tomorrow. Fortunately, in the same company, there will still be opportunities to meet in the future.

Yang Guo slipped out secretly. When he left, he packed a large box of crystal shrimp dumplings, a whole salt baked chicken, and a bowl of barley yam porridge that whitened and nourished his stomach. He didn't go home yesterday. He left Qiqi to Fang Beibei for so long. Yang Guo was also a little guilty, so he decided to bring some delicious food to Fang Beibei.

The car drove steadily, and the porridge didn't spill at all. Yang Guo returned to the apartment building and opened his door. He came back and didn't tell Fang Beibei, just to surprise them.

After opening the door, the room was unexpectedly quiet. Yang Guo didn't see a figure except for the gold waving his tail to welcome it out.

"Where are people?" Yang Guo puzzled to himself, he put things on the table, and then sat on a chair to change shoes.

"Are you back?" Hearing the sound, Fang Beibei pushed open the door of the bedroom and came out. She was wearing a home shirt and shorts. She was very loose, and there seemed to be no more cover inside. Yang Guo seemed to be able to see two bulges on the proud mountains.

"Are you in there?" Yang Guo hurriedly flashed his eyes, dared not look again, and asked.

"Yes, keep your voice down. Qiqi fell asleep. I was just doing my homework inside." Fang Beibei stretched out and said.

Yang Guo didn't dare to look at Fang Beibei's chest, but the white belly exposed by the lazy waist still attracted Yang Guo's eyes. It was too flat and didn't have any fat. It seemed to have good elasticity. I really wanted to touch it.

"What are you looking at?" Fang Beibei stared at Yang Guo and pulled his clothes.

Yang Guo quickly untied the bag of delicious food he brought back and said to Fang Beibei, "look, I'll bring you delicious food!"

Fang Beibei just wanted to come over and look, suddenly she stepped back two steps, slapped her hand in front of her nose in disgust, and said, "did you drink?"

Yang Guo was stunned and said with a wry smile, "how can I drink?"

"Then you smell like wine? It stinks!" Fang Beibei said incredulously.

"These are all fallen on by others. Those guys are too crazy. I don't drink, so they drink my hair." Yang Guo spread his hands and said helplessly.

"Then go and take a bath quickly, and it will kill you!" Fang Beibei pinched his nose and said in a muffled voice.

"Well, then eat quickly, and don't get cold later." Yang Guo just ran to the wardrobe and looked through two clothes, jumped into the bathroom and said.

After taking a bath, Yang Guo came out and saw Fang Beibei lifting one foot on the chair and eating without image. He smiled and asked, "how is it? Is it delicious?"

"Delicious!" Fang Beibei said with bulging mouth, "you sit here." With that, he moved his feet a little, leaving some space for Yang Guo on the chair.

"Come on, you too!" Fang Beibei directly tore open a chicken leg with his greasy hands, handed it to Yang Guo and said.

"No, I've eaten in the hotel." Yang Guo sat down, shook his hand and laughed.

"I've eaten it, too. I'll eat it at night!" Fang Beibei handed the chicken leg to Yang Guo again and said, "if you don't eat with me, how can I finish eating so many things? Besides, I don't want to become fat."

She puffed her mouth, twisted her body, and said in a fat tone, "eat quickly. If you eat one more chicken leg, I can lose ten jin."

Yang Guo couldn't help laughing. Because the chicken leg was torn too big, Yang Guo took it with two hands and chewed it without image after learning from Fang Beibei.

"This crystal shrimp dumpling is delicious!" Fang Beibei poked a crystal shrimp dumpling with a bamboo stick and threw it into his mouth. He said happily, "it's fragrant and tender!"

"Do you want to eat?" Fang Beibei poked another one and asked Yang Guo.

"Uh huh!" Yang guohan nodded vaguely, opened his mouth and motioned.

"Oh, millet, you are really the life of the young master! I want to feed you." Fang Beibei handed the crystal shrimp dumpling to Yang Guo with a bamboo stick while running on Yang Guo.

Yang Guo opened his mouth and bit, only feeling that the shrimp meat was smooth and tender. When he bit it, the juice overflowed, and it was sweet to his heart.

"Porridge," Fang Beibei said, protecting the bowl of porridge, "the Palace won't let it!"

Recently, the story of the empress of the harem has been popular on major TV stations, and Fang Beibei is also chasing her. Even when she talks naughtily, she has a bit of the taste of a empress.

Yang Guo looked at Fang Beibei with a ruddy mouth and suddenly laughed happily.

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