"Humph."
He snorted softly, and the hat almost covered his face: "If you don't drive, wait for them to come and beat me?"
This was clearly said to Chu Zheng.
Chuzheng: "… "
Why didn't I kill you? !
Who are you! !
What did Lan Ling stuff me with!
Chuzheng started the car, exited the car, and drove on the right path.
The co-pilot was almost paralyzed, as if he had no bones.
He fumbled for a while in the large sweater, suddenly took out a bottle of beer, pulled it open, and took several sips.
When looking up to drink, the hat dropped a little, and Chu Zheng saw a side face.
The first impression you get is amazing.
It is a kind of stunning with a sharp, impressive and unforgettable.
Just the side face is perfect like a work of art crafted by God.
a bit familiar...
Chuzheng thought for a while.
I finally remembered who this guy was.
Feng Wang.
The vase actor who grabbed her hot search.
He turned out to be an artist from Lan Lingdai? !
Just thinking about it for a while, Feng Wang has already killed a bottle of beer and found the second bottle... The third bottle...
Chu Zheng's eyes fell on his wide sweater.
How much wine did he put in it
"What are you looking at?" The man's voice was a little dangerous: "Have you never seen someone as handsome as me? Even if you are an artist of Lan Lingxiao, you are not allowed to think badly about me, I have a sponsor! "
The last sentence is slightly proud.
Chuzheng: "… "
Yes, this vase also has a gold master.
Chuzheng turned the steering wheel, the car swerved abruptly, Feng Wang did not fasten his seat belt, and his whole body hit the car window.
With a thud, Chu Zheng was very relieved.
damn thing!
Feng Wang covered his head: "You murdered?"
"Avoid the car." Chu Zheng lied succinctly.
Feng Wang didn't look at the road just now, so he didn't know if there was a car in front of him. He had a bad attack for a while, so he could only find another bottle of beer to drink.
He clucked like he was drinking water.
When Chuzheng stopped the car, Feng Wang had finished his sixth bottle of wine.
He threw a few beer cans into the wide pocket of his sweater, pushed open the car door, and went straight to the elevator.
Chuzheng took a step slowly, she entered the elevator, and the man put his finger on the elevator button: "Which floor?"
Chuzheng didn't return to him, but reached out and pressed a layer.
The man hummed and leaned against the elevator.
The mirror in the elevator reflected the man's figure.
The slender, straight legs were folded, the hat blocked his features, the slender fingers tapped on the handrail of the elevator, and there was a rhythmic but tapping sound in the elevator.
Ding-
The elevator door opened, and the man stepped out first. He turned his head to look left and right: "Which side?"
Chuzheng wanted to kick him.
How do you talk to the boss!
You should have let those people beat you to death just now!
Chuzheng walked over and took out the key to open the door.
The man paced over, Chuzheng opened the door, and he just happened to be there.
Chuzheng turned on the light and entered the room. The man first took a look at it and didn't seem to see any strange creatures before entering the room.
"Are there any shoes?"
"no."
man:"… "
The man opened the shoe cabinet by himself and found a pair of unopened disposable shoes. Regardless of whether Chuzheng agreed or not, he unpacked them and put them on.
Chuzheng stood in the living room and looked at him.
The man entered the house completely familiar, and the unfamiliar environment did not affect him in any way.
"When did you sign for Lan Ling?"
The man suddenly spoke up.
His voice had a very special flavor.
High mountains and flowing waters, clear and long.
It was a pleasure to hear him speak.
Have a good voice.
"It's none of your business." Chu Zheng replied coldly.
"Hmm, anyway, we have to work together in the future. Look up and see, but it's none of my business. You have to call me senior brother."
Feng Wang's narcissism is probably unmatched.
Looking at his actions on the Internet, you can actually see a little bit.
"Can I sit?" Feng Wang pointed at the sofa.
I didn't see you being polite when I entered the door. Are you polite now
Chuzheng was noncommittal, and Feng Wang took it as she agreed.
He slumped on the sofa, pulled down his hat, and revealed the stunning beauty in the spotlight.
I have to say, this person really has the potential to be a vase.
Just like him, standing on the stage can make countless people scream.
Chuzheng didn't know how he got so miserable.
The man held a pillow and yawned, "Do you mind brother sleeping for a while?"
"Do you mind if you go out?" I want to beat you to death.
Feng Wang: "Of course not, Lan Ling asked you to bring me back."
He glanced at Chuzheng and said vigilantly, "Don't do anything to me while I'm sleeping!"
Chu Zheng gave him a cold look, turned and entered the room.
-
Lan Ling arrived half an hour later, and as soon as he entered the door, he pointed at Feng Wang who was lying on the sofa and scolded: "Feng Wang, you still have the face to sleep, get up for me!!"
Feng Wang sat up abruptly, his flaxen hair curled up a few times.
"You can do anything if you participate in a killing banquet, but you can't be safe for a few days? You don't feel comfortable if you don't go on a hot search, right? If you want to go on a hot search, give me the whole good!"
Feng Wang raised his hand and pulled his hair down, defending himself: "What's the matter with me, that person suddenly rushed out, I'm just self-defense."
"Justifiably self-defense!" Lan Ling was so angry that he cursed: "You will see the hot search of you beating reporters right away."
Feng Wang hugged the pillow and stubbornly emphasized: "He will do it first."
Lan Ling akimbo: "If you don't provoke him, he can do it?"
Feng Wang: "That's why he made the move first?"
Lan Ling: "Even if he does it first, can you make people outside believe you now?"
Probably because there are too many lice and not afraid of biting, Feng Wang is not very worried, even a little drowsy.
Lan Ling was so angry that she was about to have a heart attack. She pointed at Feng Wang and wanted to scold but couldn't.
You can scold you as much as you want, and it will be the same the next day after scolding.
Lan Ling took a deep breath and knocked on Chuzheng's door.
"That's Feng Wang, you should know him, and he's also an artist under my command." Lan Ling suddenly felt that this girl was well taken care of, unlike the demon king over there.
Chuzheng hummed indifferently.
Seeing this, Lan Ling didn't say much: "Then I'll take it back and deal with it first. If you have anything, call Liangxi or me."
"Ok."
"You have a good rest." Lan Ling turned around and called the person on the sofa: "Feng Wang, go."
Feng Wang looked at him blankly, and with a sigh, he put down the pillow and set it up on purpose before leaving with Lan Ling.
He walked staggeringly, as if he could fall at any moment.
"you've been drinking?"
"No."
"I smelled it all. I told you not to drink alcohol, why don't you listen?"
"Someone fed me at the killing banquet."
"Oh, your golden master is covering you, who dares to drink you wine?"
"… "
"Where's the wine?"
Chuzheng heard a rustling sound, which was probably the sound of him touching the can.
Then there was Lan Ling's low scolding voice trembling with anger.