Chen Zhan returned the phone to Yin Ronglan: "The problem you are studying is very interesting."
Yin Ronglan said in one sentence: "It's just a whim when I'm bored."
"Oh?" Chen Zhan's tone dragged on for a long time, looking at him with slightly complicated eyes.
Yin Ronglan lowered her eyes halfway, looking serious and focused.
Chen Zhan was not fooled by this image, but he no longer struggled with this issue.
The buzzing sound came just in time, and he glanced down. It was a rather unexpected call.
Yin Ronglan was quite grateful for the call, but when he saw Lin Chiang's name displayed on the screen, his mood became less wonderful.
The call time was very short, and the information conveyed by Lin Chiang was quite direct, so that Chen Zhan could find a way to solve the incident, and he wanted to go back to his room to sleep.
The last sentence sounds very humble.
Yin Ronglan took a sip of water and asked, "You want to help him?"
Chen Zhan smiled: "I can't offend you."
He didn't say a word, and he happened to have something to ask Jiang Ying.
Seeing that Jiang Ying really spent a lot of time, after parting with Yin Ronglan, Chen Zhan asked a few people to get in touch before finally entering a lounge.
When I entered the door, I saw a long wavy hair that was scattered and fell to the slender waist, which looked very charming.
The woman sat with her back to him, slowly peeling the apple.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around and kept the fruit knife in his hand.
Chen Zhan gave up and moved forward.
"Are you here to speak nicely for my fiancé?" Jiang Ying's fingers rubbed back and forth on the handle of the knife as she spoke.
Chen Zhan took two steps back and pondered for a while: "The two countries are at war, so don't kill them."
After watching him for a few seconds, Jiang Ying threw the knife aside.
Chen Zhan wouldn't be so stupid as to pour chicken soup for his soul when he really opened his mouth. Lin Chiang asked him to come, just to give both parties a step down.
Pulling up a chair and sitting at least one meter away from Jiang Ying, he spoke again: "I started a fierce pursuit of you back then..."
After listening to the first half of the sentence, Jiang Ying's eyes had already turned bad.
Chen Zhan ignored it and continued: "Have you offended anyone because of this?"
Jiang Ying smiled sarcastically.
Chen Zhan also knew that the question was nonsense, and narrowed the scope: "The kind that hates to the bone."
There are too many absurd things in the original body, and some of them have faded to vagueness.
"There was a director who wanted to drug me in alcohol, but you fractured him; there was another actor who was on the set, and you found a private detective to reveal a lot of black material about him in the past..."
Chen Zhanshang listened to it calmly, and he concluded that there were about seven or eight people on the list.
Jiang Ying looked at him intriguingly: "Someone troubled you?"
"Just skeptical."
Jiang Ying raised her voice a little higher: "Sixth sense?"
"Not at all."
This system was timid and fearful, and was deceived by Chen Zhan's words, revealing that there were indeed people staring at him in the dark on the night of the celebrity night.
Write down the information of these people one by one, compare with the memory, and then pretend to get up and prepare to leave.
Jiang Ying said with a smile: "The envoy is going well all the way."
Someone at the door leaned against the car with arms folded, his eyes revealing indifference.
When he saw Lin Chiang, Chen Zhan considered whether to detour. It's a pity that the latter has noticed him and gave no chance to slip away: "How was the talk?"
Chen Zhan nodded slightly, indicating that the matter has been resolved.
Lin Chiang was about to step forward, but when he passed by, he stopped abruptly: "Kwai Kui..."
Chen Zhan was helpless: "Kui Kui is Jiang Ying. She is not angry that I lied to you by pretending to be a fortune-teller, so she thought of using her own way to heal her body."
"Seven points alike..."
Chen Zhan sighed: "Jiang Ying's makeup skills can be said to be superb." After a pause, he said, "Now you should rest assured?"
Lin Chi'ang's expression was very complicated, and he seemed to have no comfort from the words just now.
Chen Zhan ignored it and walked away.
He didn't stop thinking until he got on the bus.
It should be said that in this list, the actor who suffered the most should be the actor. The director works behind the scenes, no matter how much black material, as long as he can pull in investment and make a good work, this history will soon be forgotten.
Actors are different. After Jiang Ying became famous, his past was revealed, and he gradually fell from the first line to the eighteenth line.
The ground in the community was quite slippery, and Chen Zhan did not dare to be half-hearted and walked with extreme caution.
When passing the trash can, I saw a young man rummaging, frowning: "Someone has contracted this land."
The person who was named by him was stunned, and after a while, he couldn't help laughing and crying: "I was throwing my keys on the road and accidentally threw them into the trash can."
"… "
What kind of fetish is this
Chen Zhan shook his head and went straight forward.
"Wait." The man shouted: "There are too many things in it, can you help me find it together?"
Turning to look at him, Chen Zhan gave birth to a precaution, where would a normal person make such a request.
"It's too cold." The young man stretched out his cold red fingers: "In this way, whether you can find it or not, I'll give you the money."
Chen Zhan was about to refuse when a voice suddenly came from the front: "There is a master here."
When I looked up, I saw an old man coming towards the door.
The young man looked at Chen Zhan with astonishment on his face... Was the trash can in the community, or was it allocated by the bag
Chen Zhan remembered that when he first wore it, he wanted to make some money by picking up bottles, but he was driven away by the old man. After explaining the situation in a few words, as soon as he heard that he was making money, the old man wearing thick gloves quickly dug out a bunch of keys from the fruit peel.
The young people thanked them again and again, and repeatedly suggested that they must be invited to dinner.
Still busy going to the junkyard, of course the old man wanted to refuse, but Chen Zhan winked, swallowed the words, and nodded instead.
If it were put in a few days ago, perhaps Chen Zhan would think that the person in front of him was warm and hearty. After seeing Yin Ronglan's performances, he was almost sure that the other person came prepared.
"My name is Fang Jun." The young man gave a familiar introduction.
Chen Zhan: "Do you usually go online?"
Fang Jun wondered: "Of course."
Chen Zhan: "Then you should know who I am."
Fang Jun's smile suddenly became unnatural: "I just returned to China not long ago."
Chen Zhan did not explore the truth or falsehood, and chatted casually.
When he arrived at the restaurant, when Fang Jun lowered his head to order, he took a serious look for the first time and made sure that he did not have an intersection with this person in his memory.
As if feeling something, Fang Jun raised his head, and Chen Zhan withdrew his gaze in time, and calmly recommended several signature dishes here.
Three people ordered a full table.
During the conversation, Fang Jun revealed that he had only recently bought a house in the community.
The old man wondered: "If you can study abroad, your family should be good, why did you choose to buy it here?"
"My family's conditions are average," Fang Jun sighed. "After paying off the student loan, I can buy a house with any remaining money, which is more cost-effective than renting."
The old man wanted to say a few more words, but noticed that the other party's attention was mostly focused on Chen Zhan, and frowned.
I want to remind a few words, but Chen Zhan is not on the road, as if he didn't notice anything, he still focuses on the food in front of him.
After a meal, the two exchanged their contact information.
In the next few days, Fang Jun will take the initiative to call from time to time, mostly to inquire about the current employment situation in China.
It's not easy to check a person's identity, even academic ID cards can be faked. What Chen Zhan can do now is to follow his rhythm.
It happens only once and countless times.
We meet again at a club.
There are very few places to play in winter. Although Y City has four distinct seasons, it is still a bit reluctant to build a ski resort.
This card from Chen Zhan was given by the boss when he endorsed the volcanic mud perfume, and there was 3,000 yuan in it to spend. Unlike the people who came out to play, he took a fancy to the fitness venue in the club.
Fang Jun was just walking out from the direction of the shooting gallery, and the two met at the elevator.
Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Come out to play?"
Fang Jun smiled calmly: "Go to work."
Chen Zhan looked at the time, and before he could ask questions, Fang Jun had already explained: "This place is open 24 hours a day, and there will be four shifts."
When the elevator went up to the first floor with fitness equipment, Chen Zhan left first.
The club is good at using holographic projection technology, and you can see exaggerated lighting effects wherever you go. The fitness area should be a little more normal, except for the loud music, the overall environment is much more comfortable.
After exercising for about ten minutes, Chen Zhan was disturbed by the movement at the door, and when he looked again, Fang Jun, who had changed into his overalls, was blocked at the door and spoke ill of each other.
Fang Jun wanted to get around, but the strong man followed his direction and took a step towards the seat, smiling maliciously, and his hands began to be irregular.
Chen Zhan didn't want to turn a blind eye to the sight of him calling for help from the other side. Although he felt bloody, he still walked over.
Next to the treadmill, there was a sweaty teenager who seemed to not want to meddle in his own business, so he picked up the bottle and left.
No one knew that as soon as he walked out of this area, he speeded up and ran, panting and calling Dad several times.
The rich businessman was quite dissatisfied: "What's the hurry?"
The teenager swallowed: "There is a good show to watch."
These two were the father and son of Chen Zhan and Yin Ronglan who accidentally bumped into Chen Zhan and Yin Ronglan at the racecourse. The teenager also wanted to stealthily learn language arts so that they could go out and shoot horses, but Chen Zhan's words, 'Left leads Huang and Qing Cang', scared off their minds.
Without further ado, the teenager dragged him to the fitness area, and when he arrived, he found that there were several more people around.
Naturally, it wasn't just the young man who discovered this good show. Yin Ronglan pulled a group of people into the water to make friends, and the 'brilliant' deeds have long spread in the circle.
Witnessing that Chen Zhan was designed, everyone called friends and accompany them, and ran to tell each other.
Fang Jun thought that the plan was meticulous, and even if Chen Zhan really went to inquire, he could only get the news that he was working here.
Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, it attracted a lot of onlookers.
He didn't know what went wrong. There were very few people who came to exercise on weekdays, and most of them were cold-hearted and stayed away from trouble.
Whispering voices sounded from time to time: "Although the logo has been cut, the shirt must be customized."
"Someone pretended to be a poor fishing friend like Yin Ronglan!"
"More than that! They are still catching the same person!"
Someone whispered: "Do you want to be notified?"
"I have asked someone to send a box of Laotan Pickled Cabbage Noodles, I believe he can understand the hint."
They looked at each other, looked at each other and laughed again: "Some people imitated my face, and others imitated my face."
The author has something to say: The hints given by Chen Zhan once were hidden in the novel.
The hint given by passers-by now, a box of instant noodles, means that someone imitates your routine.
Yin Ronglan: Can you speak human words well
Skip to the end of Chapter 4 if you forget the boy and the rich businessman.