Chuzheng hangs up the phone.
Once expelled from the house and lost the protection of the family, this kind of young man who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun will basically have his wings broken.
"Why am I so good."
[… ] You might as well kill him with a knife.
May I
Chuzheng is eager to try.
【Can not! 】The king ruthlessly rejected Chuzheng: 【Please be a person, Miss! Don't be so mad, thank you! 】
Then you talk shit!
[… ] I just don't know how your 'good' word is different from a normal person's 'good' word.
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Three days later, Chuzheng received a call from Liang's father, expressing his agreement to Chuzheng's conditions.
Liang Shao was expelled from the house, except for some clothes, the rest of the things could not be taken away.
Liang Shao didn't expect that he would really be kicked out of the house. He was stunned. He was making trouble outside Liang's house for a few days. Finally, Liang's father couldn't stand it any longer, so he was directly smashed away.
Liang Shao sat on the road with only resentment in his heart besides anger.
Hate Chuzheng, hate his father.
He actually gave up his son for the sake of the company.
No matter how much you hate Liang Shao, it's useless, and now he doesn't even have a place to live.
All cards are frozen and he is now penniless.
Liang Shao called his friends, and he didn't know if he got the news. In the past, a group of people could be called in one call, but now no one has come to answer him after dozens of calls.
Even if someone agrees, he turns his head and calls again and says he doesn't have time.
One was even more ridiculous. He promised well, but turned his head and said that he forgot that he was in the United States and could not go.
Liang Shao was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone, but when he thought about his current situation, he didn't dare to smash it.
In the end, he sold his limited-edition custom phone for a few thousand dollars.
Liang was accustomed to spending a lot of money, and the money was spent cleanly within two days.
I can't ask for help, and I have no money, so Liang Shao can only make money by himself.
Liang Shao had been gilded abroad at Yeji University, and a company had no eyes to admit him, but after a long time, the young master lost his temper and was successfully dismissed.
It was like this every time after that. Liang Shao couldn't stand the anger of the company's bottom-level employees. Two days can be regarded as a record of challenging the limit.
After a lot of tossing, I didn't make any money, and because of beating people, I was subsidized.
After Liang's father expelled Liang Shao, the company's predicament was immediately relieved.
Liang's father was afraid of Chuzheng, so he didn't dare to inquire about Liang Shao's current situation.
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In October, the weather suddenly cools down.
Chuzheng went into the studio wrapped in a coat, and Lisa was about to go out with someone, and met her outside the elevator.
"Boss, a satellite TV invited them to be the guests of the Spring Festival Gala..."
"You decide."
"… "
Who is the broker? !
Chuzheng went upstairs. People in the studio were preparing for their new song recently. There were discussions and the sound of flipping documents everywhere. The whole office seemed busy.
Chuzheng went to the dance studio to find someone. The MV for the new song was going to be recorded. There was a short dance part in it. Now they are practicing with the teacher.
"Xiaoyan, why is your waist so soft?"
When Chuzheng entered, he heard such a sentence.
She looked at the corner expressionlessly, Mu Sheng was looking at Sheng Yan's waist with admiration, Qu Jiangxiao was standing on the other side, practicing the movements according to the teacher's instructions.
The temperature in the room was a little higher, and it was dancing again, so Sheng Yan was wearing only a thin T-shirt. At this time, Mu Sheng lifted up half of it, revealing a fair waist.
Snapped-
The people over there heard the voice and looked up in the mirror to see Chuzheng exuding cold air.
Mu Sheng also waved at Chuzheng: "Boss!"
Sheng Yan pulled the clothes back, and the clothes fell, blocking the amputated limb.
"Boss, what did you buy?" Mu Sheng strode towards Chuzheng: "I'm so hungry."
Chuzheng held down what she put down: "Go find your wife."
Mu Sheng: "??"
Mu Sheng probably saw that Chu Zheng was very unhappy at this time, so he withdrew his hand angrily, and made an excuse to leave in a hurry.
Qu Jiangxiao glanced at Sheng Yan, gave him a wink, and left.
There were only two of them left in the dance studio.
"come over."
Standing in the corner, Sheng Yan heard Chuzheng's voice and walked over with his head lowered.
Not a long distance, Sheng Yan walked for a full minute.
He stood in front of Chuzheng, took a deep breath, and summoned his courage: "Miss Meng... I have something to tell you."
Chuzheng nodded: "Speak."
"I..." Sheng Yan pinched his thigh to calm himself down: "I, I like you." He closed his eyes and spit out this sentence.
"Well." Who do you want to like if you don't like me!
Chuzheng's flat voice made Sheng Yan's uneasy mood instantly condense.
"You… have nothing to say?"
"What?" Chu Zheng looked at him: "I like you too?"
Sheng Yan's palms were full of cold sweat, and his voice was trembling because he was nervous: "Do you like me?"
"Like it."
Sheng Yan didn't dare to look directly at Chuzheng, and fell on her instantly, her heartbeat was chaotic, and she could no longer find the pattern.
However, the girl opposite was as calm as ever, as if to her, the phrase liking was just a very common word.
Chuzheng raised his hand and licked his hair twice, and naturally told him: "Eat the food, don't practice for too long."
Sheng Yan watched Chuzheng leave, he wanted to stop her, but he couldn't make a sound.
Qu Jiangxiao and Mu Sheng came in from outside and immediately surrounded them: "Xiao Yan, did you say that?"
"said."
Sheng Yan lowered his head, his voice a little muffled.
"Huh? What's the result?"
"No result." Sheng Yan paused.
Mu Sheng asked, "She doesn't like you?"
"... She said she liked me."
Mu Sheng screamed: "Then why is there no result? It's not like we all like each other, that means there is a result?!"
Qu Jiangxiao held Mu Sheng down: "What's going on?"
Sheng Yan: "She didn't say anything afterward..."
Mu Sheng and Qu Jiangxiao looked at each other, what do you mean by not saying anything behind? You have to make a statement when someone confesses, right
"Homura..."
"I'm not feeling well, I'll go back first."
Sheng Yan avoided their inquiries and left the dance studio.
When he passed Chuzheng's office, he took a look inside. Chuzheng was sitting at the desk working on documents. Sheng Yan was about to look away when the person over there suddenly raised his head and met his gaze.
"Come in."
Sheng Yan: "!!"
Sheng Yan didn't really want to go in, but his thought flashed, and people had already walked in.
"close the door."
Sheng Yan went back and closed the door.
Chuzheng lowered his head and continued to process the documents, taking the time to ask him, "Have you eaten anything?"
"… ate."
Sheng Yan's tone was hesitant, obviously lying.
Chuzheng looked up at him, dropped the pen in his hand, stepped on the desk, kicked hard, the chair slid back a little distance, and the hand on the back of the chair knocked aggressively: "Come here. ."
Sheng Yan: "…"
Does she call small animals