Chapter 2689 Happiness and Sorrow

When Feng Yiping got home at night, it was very late. Most people should be getting ready to rest. Of course, those who have rich arrangements for the evening should be getting ready to go out.

The lighting in the living room was very soft, and a food documentary was playing on the TV with a low volume.

The stereo was on, but I couldn't hear what kind of piano music it was. It was soft, soft, and very comfortable.

Hearing the footsteps, Huang Jingping raised her head from the sofa and looked at Feng Yiping, her eyes full of smiles, "Hey, I'm back,"

"Well," Feng Yiping sat down on the sofa, only to realize that she was lying on the sofa, too lazy to get up at this time, with several fashion magazines scattered around her hand.

"I had a few meetings tonight." Feng Yiping straightened her bent legs, put them on his lap, and rubbed her face. "I'll be busy again tomorrow."

"If you're too busy, you don't have to come back at night," Huang Jingping said with a smile.

Feng Yiping couldn't help but feel sorry for her, that is to say, if you really don't come back tonight, let's see if you will be as happy as you are now.

"Are you hungry? Do you want to eat something? Let me think about it. There seems to be something left in the evening."

Huang Jingping stood up, but Feng Yiping grabbed the foot that was dangling in front of him and said, "Wait a minute."

He looked at her toenails that were dyed blue and said, "You spend your time alone quite leisurely."

"Otherwise, should I hold a small light fan and lie down to watch Altair and Vega?" Huang Jingping said with a smile.

"Or, after drinking wine at dusk, looking into the crystal mirror to describe how thin you are?"

"Or, looking at the scented candles, weeping until dawn?"

"Or, sit in the backyard and look at the moon in the sky, missing you like the full moon, whose brightness is diminishing every night?"

Feng Yiping was dumbfounded for a long time. How sad are you?

He glanced at the fashion magazines on the sofa, then looked at the food program on TV, and listened to the music that made people feel very comfortable...

This doesn't match at all, okay?

You are still wearing pajamas. This is obviously a scene of enjoying rare leisure time, okay?

If you want to appear sad, then at least set up a scene that makes you look miserable.

Oh, maybe you didn’t hear the news of my return in advance, so you didn’t have time to clean up?

However, it is obviously unwise to pick these faults at this time.

It is conceivable that if you say one sentence about those things, she will have at least ten sentences waiting for you.

Haven’t you seen that you can even memorize so many poems?

"The wine after dusk is Li Qingzhao's, but the word "Ling Hua Jing" describing thinness is a word in Dream of Red Mansions. Li Qingzhao's word should be that people are thinner than yellow flowers."

Humph, did you forget that I am supposed to be a writer even if I am fake?

At this time, Huang Jingping was stunned, this is not the script I thought.

However, she immediately became angry, turned over, pushed Feng Yiping down on the sofa, and pinched his neck with her hands, "I just watched Dream of Red Mansions, couldn't I?"

"Also, don't these two sentences fit together?"

You look like you're going to kill someone, how dare I say a word? "Okay, very good, in tune, very in tune,"

But his attitude made Huang Jingping, who had already written the script and rehearsed it silently several times, very unhappy because she wanted to have a good fight with him.

Yes, there is a kind of discomfort, that is, when you are actively preparing to quarrel, the person you have designated does not quarrel with you.

That's roughly equivalent to the depression you feel when you check out a lot of information and prepare to argue with someone about an issue you've been arguing about for a long time, but he casually says, "Oh, really, then you're right."

Huang Jingping was like this at this time. She was so depressed that she wanted to bang her head, so she hit Feng Yiping's head against the sofa.

While bumping into each other, he screamed hysterically, "Yeah, yeah, yeah,"

Feng Yiping responded to the situation and said, "Hey, it hurts... it really hurts..."

At least he knows when to coax.

He knew very well that Huang Jingping would never feel comfortable now.

Not just because of the lunch that the three of them had together for the first time at noon.

It will also include Feng Zhenchang and Mei Qiuping, who have shown their love for Vincent and Ma Ling in front of her these days...

She can accept some things, but that doesn't necessarily mean she will feel comfortable seeing them in person.

Perhaps Feng Yiping's obviously exaggerated cry of pain annoyed Huang Jingping. The next moment, he felt that his belt was being violently untied... Well, it was quite a good way to end it like this.

In order to make the effect better, he even yelled a few times, "No,"

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After a few dozen minutes, the atmosphere in the living room became obviously harmonious. The old saying is true, a fight at the head of the bed ends with a fight at the end of the bed.

There are no similar conflicts that a round of applause for love cannot resolve.

If it doesn't work, then, just drum it again...

"Are you feeling comfortable?" Feng Yiping took Huang Jingping's pajamas and wiped the sweat from her body.

"It's just so-so," Huang Jingping tried her best to pretend to be picky.

"It's you, be proud now,"

"Also, I am ordering a piece of equipment for you online, which you need urgently now,"

What do I need urgently now?

Feng Yiping looked at the two naked people, safe production tools? "Aren't there a lot more in the drawer?"

Huang Jingping spat at him, grabbed a piece of clothing and covered herself a little, "I mean, the kind in the TV series of the Qing Dynasty. At night, the eunuch would serve the emperor on a plate to decide where he would sleep at night. ,"

"Flip the card?" Feng Yiping couldn't help but answer immediately.

"Look, you're thinking about it, right?" Huang Jingping said immediately, "Don't worry, you'll have it soon,"

"Or, you can go to Los Gatos now, it's not far away anyway,"

Feng Yiping thought that her face really changed as fast as the weather at this moment. She was enjoying it and satisfied just now, but now she is so resentful again.

At the same time, he wanted to slap himself in the face. Who told you to be so quick? All the cautions of the whole night were in vain.

"Jingping," he pulled her and hugged her, "I'm sorry,"

"I... I..."

"You have been wronged for a while,"

Huang Jingping struggled for a while, "I know, I shouldn't be like this, but, in my heart..."

Feng Yiping patted her back, "I know, I know, I'm sorry, it's all my fault,"

"Okay," Huang Jingping broke away from him, rubbed her eyes, and picked up the clothes he scattered on the carpet, "You go to Ma Ling, she is probably not feeling well now,"

How is that possible?

Feng Yiping threw his clothes aside, "I'll carry you upstairs to take a shower,"

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San Francisco, Twitter.

The three founders were also in the conference room at this time. For them, this was also a happy and sad night.

Feng Yiping returned to Silicon Valley, and Feng Yiping also said that he would come to Twitter tomorrow.

They knew what this meant.

This meant that Feng Yiping was quite satisfied with the terms they and Zuckerberg had negotiated, which meant that Feng Yiping agreed to acquire their company under the negotiated terms.

Therefore, the two biggest problems they are facing now, development and the funds needed for development, will not be a problem.

This also means that among the three of them, Williams will not be the only billionaire from now on. Soon, Dorsey and Stone will also join the ranks of billionaires.

But this also means that from now on, they will lose their own company and their control over the company, and become a professional manager with only a small stake.

Dorsey stood at the door of the conference room with a can of beer, looking at the birthplace of his dream, thinking about the things that have happened here since he started his business, thinking about the "140 characters" he proposed, which has become an important principle in the industry, and thinking about the anger on the face of another founder who was expelled by them in this conference room...

He was quite emotional for a while.

He glanced at Williams, who was also holding a beer and looked very depressed, and couldn't help wondering, is he unhappy at this time because he thought that Dorsey and I would become successful entrepreneurs and billionaires in the near future, so he couldn't put on a billionaire's airs in front of us?

He felt that his mood was immediately much better.

He felt that Stone's mood at this time should be similar to his, because although Stone was deliberately suppressing it, he looked obviously excited.

Yes, he is still working at Twitter, but there are hundreds of millions of dollars in the account all of a sudden. For a young man like Stone, how can he not be happy?

But Stone's next sentence immediately made Dorsey feel heavy, "Do you think that after the official acquisition, will Feng let us stay here?"