Being so troubled, how could Chuzheng fall asleep, and use his mobile phone to swipe Weibo.
Sure enough, on the hot search on Weibo, I saw Feng Wang's name.
beat up reporters...
There was no response from Feng Wang's account. It was estimated that he was being educated by Lan Ling and had no time to go online.
The comments below are screeching.
The slogan for Feng Wang to get out of the entertainment circle was very loud.
[Hidden mission: Please get a good person card for Fengwang to save the blackened Fengwang. 】
Chuzheng: "… "
To be honest, I just think Feng Wang is a little annoying, and I really don't see where he has turned black!
[Miss, don't be so superficial. 】
Chuzheng's indifferent face: So this is the pattern from now on
【maybe. 】The king's name said: 【Look at the luck of the young lady. 】
Chu Zheng's eyes sank slightly: What do you mean
[…It doesn’t make any sense. 】The king immediately changed the topic: 【Miss, the good person card needs you! come on! you can! Be a good guy who doesn't rewind! 】
Chuzheng glanced at the time.
Son of a bitch, do you have to pick the dead of night
[The night black wind is high and the accident rate is high~] Wang Zhehao used a flat and arrogant tone: [This has nothing to do with me, it is a natural law. 】
Chuzheng: You can go to the natural law of your fairy!
[Young lady is civilized, cursing people is not good. 】The King is inspired to be a serious system that talks about the new style of civilization.
hehe.
Chuzheng didn't know where the good people were stuck.
At this time, the king is active.
Tell Chuzheng the address immediately.
The address is her here, but the apartment building is different.
No wonder I was familiar with this place before, and I used to live here.
Chuzheng took the elevator down and found another apartment.
So here comes the question.
This kind of apartment is not something you can enter if you want.
People are all face recognition, and people who don't live in this apartment can't get in at all.
Another option is to ask the occupants upstairs to open the door.
Obviously this condition does not hold.
Chuzheng pondered the consequences of smashing the door - giving up smashing the door, and honestly pressing the floor room number.
There was no movement for a long time.
Chuzheng called and asked where Lan Ling was. Lan Ling said that she had left and she was going to deal with Feng Wang's beating of the reporter.
When asked what was wrong with her, Chu Zheng made a few words and hung up the phone.
Just when she thought of smashing the door for the second time, someone came downstairs and opened the door from the inside.
The man walked in a hurry and didn't pay attention to Chuzheng. Chuzheng dodged in before the door closed.
Feng Wang lives on the top floor, and there is only one house at the top, so there is no need to look for it.
Chuzheng rang the doorbell.
No one opened the door for a long time.
You see, he didn't open the door for me.
It's not that I'm not a good person.
The good man card doesn't give me a chance, and I can't help it.
so…
Go back to sleep.
Just when Chuzheng was about to go back, the door opened with a click.
The room was dark, and the light in the corridor shrouded the person who opened the door with a vague outline.
"My house has no leaks and no disco." The man's voice was a little weak, mixed with a bit of pain, and his tone was very bad. He hardly looked at who was outside, and he was about to close the door after saying that.
Chu Zheng reached out and closed the door.
"Are you sick?" The man raised his eyes, saw the people outside, and was stunned: "Little Junior Sister."
Feng Wang's face was pale and pale, and there was cold sweat on his forehead.
"What's wrong with you?" It looked a bit scary, and those who didn't know it thought it was a ghost movie scene.
"Lan Ling asked you to come here?" Feng Wang looked at her unfriendly, and had no intention of letting her in.
"What's wrong with you?" Chu Zheng asked again.
"It's nothing, it's very good." The sensor light in the corridor went out, and the man was completely hidden in the darkness: "If Lan Ling asks you to come here, go back."
His voice was a little cold, and in such an environment, it was a little intimidating.
"Little Junior Sister, don't take the opportunity to approach me." Feng Wang's voice resumed: "I'm going to be unlucky when my financial master knows."
Chuzheng: "… "
Oh.
My good man card has a gold master.
Chuzheng's reaction was still a pool of stagnant water, without any ups and downs.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked again.
Word for word.
The tone didn't change.
Feng Wang only felt that the little girl opposite was very stubborn, and had a fierce aura that could not be ignored.
Feng Wang was silent for a while, then he suddenly said, "Stomach pain."
"Go to the hospital."
"It's an old problem, no need." Feng Wang felt that it was a bit silly to speak at the door. He reached out and pressed the light switch in the living room. The light instantly filled the entire space: "Little Junior Sister, come in."
In fact, they are not brothers and sisters at all.
I don't know what is wrong with Feng Wang, so he called it that.
Of course Chuzheng didn't care either.
Chu Zheng still had a cold face: "See a doctor if you are sick."
"I didn't... Hey, don't do it!" Feng Wang was pulled out by Chuzheng, he didn't even ask him to change his shoes, and dragged him to the elevator directly.
Feng Wang shouted fiercely at first.
There was no sound after that.
Chuzheng felt that what he was pulling was getting heavier and heavier.
Feng Wang covered his stomach with one hand, frowned fiercely, and a dense layer of sweat covered his forehead.
When he felt that he was going to be unable to stand up, his body was suddenly supported.
"Be patient."
The girl's clear voice rang in her ears.
"I'm fine." Feng Wang gritted his teeth.
"It's fine if you die." Chu Zheng replied coldly.
"… "
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Feng Wang was lying on the hospital bed, and the doctor examined him and said that it was nothing serious, just a stomach problem.
Chuzheng suffered from stomach problems and only choked on a few words.
In the eyes of doctors, as long as it is not terminally ill and cannot be cured, it is not a big deal.
"Don't drink, don't eat irritating food, eat on time, and take good care of it, you won't get sick." The doctor dropped this sentence.
According to the doctor's request, Chuzheng went to buy some liquid porridge.
"I've told you, I'm fine." Feng Wang has recovered a lot, but now he is a little more energetic: "You bring me to the hospital, and someone will write me to the hospital for plastic surgery tomorrow."
Chu Zheng said, "This is the People's Hospital."
"Oh, even if I went to a gynecological hospital, they might say that I was pregnant and had an abortion."
Chu Zheng glanced at his stomach: "Are you still pregnant?"
"Of course not!" The man glared at Chuzheng: "I'm a man, I have a handle!"
Feng Wang has a beautiful face in a prosperous world. He can laugh at random, and he can seduce people's souls and make people do anything for him.
Such a person, where can blackening be used.
Invincible beauty!
It's a pity... he has a gold master.
Thinking of this, Chu Zheng's eyes became even colder, as if a layer of frost had condensed.
She put the porridge next to her and didn't mean to wait for Feng Wang to eat.
Feng Wang didn't count on her, he took it out by himself, and drank it after a few wheezes.
He was in a hurry to drink, and his stomach was a little uncomfortable. He slumped on the bed and rubbed a few times.
"Little Junior Sister, don't think that I will like you like this, I tell you, it's impossible." After drinking the porridge, Feng Wang popped out such a warning.
Yes.
Just a warning.
Good people card so narcissistic
Do you want to make a face
I'm not that narcissistic.