The eye contact between the two was noticed by a third person present.
Mr. Wu coughed dryly with a warning in his eyes.
Chen Zhan lifted his eyelids and glanced at him: "Do you know what An Leng said before he died?"
This question had troubled Mr. Wu for several days and nights, and suddenly he heard it, and his eyes became sharp: "Would you like to explain my confusion?"
Chen Zhan swallowed the food in his mouth: "It's not a secret." Facing the person opposite, he smiled slightly: "He said I was a good person."
When the voice fell, the scene was even more embarrassing than before.
The sound of chopsticks being placed beside the bowl was too clear. Mr. Wu said, "Thank you for the hospitality. I have something else to do. I'll go first."
Yin Ronglan glanced at Chen Zhan, and seeing that he had no special words, he took the initiative to say, "Have a bowl of soup before leaving."
Mr. Wu didn't see the soup on the table.
Yin Ronglan stood up: "I'm very good at cooking soup."
Mr. Wu looked suspicious and turned to look at Chen Zhan, as if asking for proof.
When they looked at each other, Yin Ronglan had already gone to boil water, and within three minutes, he walked out again. There are some egg flowers floating on the top surface of the big bowl in his hand, and there are no other condiments in the rest.
After looking at it, he lost his appetite, and Mr. Wu's eyes remained unchanged: "Egg soup?"
Chen Zhan, who was silent for a short time, couldn't help but said, "This Tang's surname is Meng."
Alias Meng Po soup.
"… "
Mr. Wu suppressed the twitching at the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly: "It is said that Meng Po soup is made from human tears... If you cry, if you can cry out a big bowl, no matter what is in it, I will drink it."
Chen Zhan closed his eyes, and lightly rubbed his temples with his index finger, regretting that he didn't chat with the old man for a while in the afternoon.
Being able to communicate with normal people is a great blessing in life.
Yin Ronglan: "Really?"
Chen Zhan opened his eyes again, pointed out the window before Mr. Wu answered, and said, "Please go out and talk."
In the end, Mr. Wu left alone.
After the door closed, Yin Ronglan looked sideways at Chen Zhan: "Don't miss this opportunity."
The latter was helpless: "He's not that easy to deal with."
What An Leng said before his death is always half true and half false, but one thing should be right. As the earliest stranded person, Mr. Wu has definitely more than one way to save his life.
The meal was still a bit unfinished. Yin Ronglan sat down and asked, "Why did he come to you?"
"Talk about cooperation." Chen Zhan sneered softly when he said this: "Yang conspiracy is often more difficult to deal with than conspiracy."
Mr. Wu's trick is just to make a fuss about the law enforcement, but he has an irreconcilable conflict with the law enforcement.
Yin Ronglan speculated that both Chen Zhan and Fang Cai had secrets and even had extraordinary origins.
He didn't want to ask the inside story, and it was inconvenient to know, just send the other party to hell horizontally and vertically.
Chen Zhan vaguely noticed that Yin Ronglan made up a certain idea when he didn't know it, and said with a serious expression: "Being a human, please be kind."
Yin Ronglan smiled but said nothing.
No one tasted the soup until the end.
Chen Zhan wanted to release a new chapter before 0:00, and Yin Ronglan took the initiative to take the responsibility of washing dishes after dinner. When he was a little lost in thought, he packed his things and said, "In the first two quarters of this year, your combined income and mine were less than last year."
Chen Zhan nodded.
There were a lot of changes. Yin Ronglan took a week's leave in a row, and his updates were unstable during the honeymoon. Although the game has been updated several times, it is also approaching saturation.
Yin Ronglan: "Develop a new project?"
Chen Zhan's eyes are somewhat intriguing. When did a similar conversation happen, but the two sides of the content exchanged roles. He pursed his lips: "What project?"
Yin Ronglan: "You have been implicated in many cases. Although the news of An Leng's death has been suppressed, the previous rumors of being haunted are still there."
Chen Zhan thought along the lines of the words: "Do you want me to open a haunted house?"
Yin Ronglan: "You can contract one in the amusement park, or you can open it alone."
Chen Zhan lowered his head and pondered: "I haven't been exposed to this aspect, and the doorway still needs to be explored."
"I'll help you."
Chen Zhan stared at him for a few seconds, smelling the conspiracy: "Just to make money?"
Yin Ronglan: "It's better to use it as a base."
Chen Zhan frowned, rarely understanding what he said for a while.
Yin Ronglan: "If you encounter a situation that is not easy to solve, you can do it or store something in the haunted house to avoid the limelight for a while."
Chen Zhan made his fortune by writing, but his reading comprehension was poor.
After using it for a while as a buffer, I tried to slowly expand the analysis of this sentence: One day I couldn't resist killing Mr. Wu, I could throw the corpse in the haunted house first, or directly ask the other party to do it in the haunted house to avoid future troubles.
After analyzing a little bit, his shoulders shook slightly and he sneezed.
Yin Ronglan poured a cup of warm water and handed it over: "The weather is getting hotter day by day, but don't wear too thin."
Chen Zhan: "I remember you used to be a very gentle person."
Yin Ronglan's smile remained unchanged: "To you, it has always been."
"… "
In order to prevent his lover from going to prison, he waited for dozens of years outside the iron gate, and Chen Zhan refused the proposal of the haunted house without hesitation.
Seeing the remaining regret in the other party's eyes, he shook his head, walked to the bedroom and called Wang Cheng: "Is there any work to answer?"
Recently, he has been too popular, and it is not a good thing to have more hot searches. In order to maintain the popularity of the passers-by, Wang Cheng has shied away from a large part of his work.
"Why do you suddenly remember to talk about work?"
Chen Zhan had no intention of practicing Tai Chi, and said bluntly: "It doesn't have to be an event, a cameo or a variety show invitation is fine."
Wang Cheng asked the reason again, and Chen Zhan called it to make money: "Yin Ronglan's career development is stagnant, and I can only rely on me."
Many celebrities have encountered marrying into a pseudo-rich family, and he is no exception.
"...But I just saw the latest Fortune Celebrity List a few days ago. Mr. Yin has risen two places from last year."
Chen Zhan disapproved and muttered, "There are only two".
Fearing that continuing to communicate would hit the weak heart, Wang Cheng quickly brought the topic back to the business: "I will give you a definite answer before tomorrow morning."
When Chen Zhan was bathing in the evening, Yin Ronglan's voice came from outside: "Phone."
"Hand it in for me."
Yin Ronglan in the room frowned: "The mobile phone is easy to get into the water."
Chen Zhan: "Then help me pick it up."
Before Yin Ronglan was about to press the answer button, his fingers were stiff in the air. If he just chose to hand it in, wouldn't he be able to see...
With a slight sigh, it should be his brain that entered the water.
On the other side of the phone, Wang Cheng heard Yin Ronglan's voice, which seemed a little sullen, and couldn't help but lighten his tone: "Chen Zhan..."
"He's taking a shower." Restraining the resentment in his words, Yin Ronglan asked, "Is something wrong?"
"There is a variety show with a spit-out nature, do you want to see if he has the will?"
Yin Ronglan told the truth.
A 'OK' came from the bathroom.
When Chen Zhan came out, there were still drops of water dripping from his neck. He searched the Internet for the process of the program group, and made a phone call to Wang Cheng to ask if he needed to prepare a manuscript.
"You don't have to." Wang Cheng said cheerfully.
For the first time, Chen Zhan felt that he was a little unreliable.
"The format of this program is different from the past," Wang Cheng explained: "Guests will be invited, they are the main body."
"...The visitor is not good?"
Wang Cheng smiled ingratiatingly: "The program team is willing to spend a lot of money to invite you, and the theme has been set, called "The Story of the Fallen City"."
Chen Zhan pondered for two seconds: "What's the meaning?"
Wang Cheng made two 'uh' sounds and said intermittently: "Actually, it's 'Chen Chen Ji', which can be interpreted as overturning the fear of being dominated by Chen Zhan in those years."
"Who are the guests?"
Wang Cheng's words were a little more excited: "You don't know, as soon as the news was released, countless people signed up. Several rich second-generations in Y City even used their connections to want to come..."
Chen Zhan only felt that his brain was buzzing, and he made an excuse in advance to hang up the phone.
Yin Ronglan saw his discomfort and asked.
Chen Zhan sighed and said the inside story.
Yin Ronglan's eyes moved: "Is there such a program?"
Chen Zhan: "If you also want to be a guest, I don't mind breaking our legs."
It is also better to spend a week in bed than to go to the TV station and publicly execute it.
Yin Ronglan concealed it well, and said with a straight face: "You can sell the news to Lin Chiang, maybe he will be willing to sue you as a guest present."
Chen Zhan rubbed his eyebrows: "Don't always pick up a sheep's wool."
The show will not be recorded until next Wednesday. In the past, the artists complained about themselves, but Chen Zhan went to face the complaints of a group of people. He looked very open, the soldiers came to block the water and cover the soil.
Before going to bed at night, Yin Ronglan counted the number of people who used to be used as materials by Chen Zhan, and looked solemn: "Will the stage be unable to stand by then?"
Or are people fighting for the microphone
"... That's not a vegetable market."
Yin Ronglan wanted to say something more, but was forcibly interrupted by Chen Zhan's cold quick sleep.
At dawn the next day, Chen Zhan seemed to have nothing happened. After watching the previous episodes, he was familiar with the host's style.
Before Yin Ronglan went to work, he took a deep look at each other, and it can be said that even he was ashamed of his calmness.
[System: Baby, are you there?]
Chen Zhan narrowed his eyes: "Teasing me?"
[System: ... I wanted to practice my courage before rebelling.]
Chen Zhan has a lot of work today, so he didn't care about it: "Please keep quiet if it's all right."
[System: The headquarters is in chaos because of the complaints, so my time is coming.]
Chen Zhan was stunned for a few seconds: "Complaint?"
It is not good for a person to eat melons, the system shares the complaint letter with him—
I am a chosen son. After crossing the line, under the leadership of the system, I became prosperous, opened a harem, and seized exotic treasures. However, two days ago, when the old system retired and the new system just took over, they scolded me. The reason was that my name was 'Chen Zhan', and it said that I reminded me of the previous host.
What remains are some systematic confessional monologues:
System 2971: Last week, I went to pick up a host who was about to be reborn. After hearing his surname Chen, I couldn't help but kill him again.
System 1333: The eyes of the current host are very similar to that person, and his heart is gouged out in excitement.
System 2458: My host smiled and looked a bit like that person, so I made him stop laughing.