wow...
Fang Li's white dress was dyed by the drink, and the sweetness with the scent of orange drifted away.
The initiator is slowly putting down the drink cup: "I'm sorry, my hand is slippery."
"Feng Wang!!"
Fang Li roared angrily.
Slightly louder.
I didn't pay attention to the guests here, but now they all looked over.
Fang Li looked back and found everyone's eyes, and he was a little embarrassed.
However, when he turned around again, there was still a trace of Feng Wang there, only a door next to him slowly closed.
Fang Li: "..." Feng Wang, this bastard!
They stood in the corner, and it was estimated that no one saw Feng Wang throw his drink.
Fang Li left the field in embarrassment.
Feng Wang also couldn't understand, Fang Li suffered a loss every time he got together, and he didn't know why he still wanted to get in front of him.
You can't love yourself, can you
what…
Feng Wang was startled by this thought and had goosebumps all over.
ding dong—
The WeChat prompt sound is clear and abrupt in the corridor.
Feng Wang leaned against the wall and took out his phone.
[Chuzheng: Come out. ]
The light from the mobile phone screen hit the man's face, drawing his outline in a picturesque, unrealistic beauty.
The slender and fair fingertips rested on the edge of the phone and moved slightly for a long time.
finally.
The man moved his finger.
In the silent corridor, the sound of typing da da da sounded.
[Universe Invincible Handsome Lord Feng Wang: What are you going to do? ]
[Chuzheng: Eat something. ]
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The night was silent, and the lights were bright.
The figure of the man appeared slowly, and he walked a little faster, looking left and right, covering his face, like a thief.
For a moment, he seemed to have found his target, and walked to a car very quickly with his head down, and opened the door.
Feng Wang stood in the dark, the corners of his mouth curled into a sarcastic arc.
Leaning against the cold glass, he lowered his head and touched his phone. Just as he took it out, he heard footsteps in front of him.
"What are you doing standing here?"
A clear voice rang out.
Feng Wang's movements were slightly stiff.
After adjusting his expression, Feng Wang looked up.
The girl stepped on the moonlight, and a thin and thin shadow was cast on the ground. The black and white corset skirt outlines her perfect curve, and the beautiful arc blooms when she walks.
The night is extravagant.
It seems to arouse the desires in people's hearts, uncontrollable, and evil thoughts breed.
Feng Wang quickly looked away, suppressing the inexplicable impulse in his heart.
"Watch a play."
"Does it look good?"
Shadows shrouded, and Feng Wang seemed to feel the pressure.
The coolness of the girl's body is also very obvious.
Feng Wang took a deep breath and said slowly: "Of course the show is beautiful, otherwise why do we need actors like us."
Chu Zheng dismantled the stage indifferently: "You are not an actor."
Feng Wang frowned, expressing dissatisfaction: "Why not?"
Chuzheng: "You are the vase."
Feng Wang: "..." Isn't the vase actor an actor? Why discriminate against vases
Feng Wang snorted coldly, raised his feet and left.
Chuzheng: "… "
This is not what I blocked.
What are you humming to me.
Your acting skills are scumbag, don't you allow others to tell you? !
Chuzheng held Feng Wang and lowered her clear voice a bit: "Okay, let's go eat."
It sounded like he was coaxing him.
However, in Feng Wang's ears, there was still no ups and downs, as if he was ordering him.
Feng Wang's eyes fell on Chuzheng's hand holding his wrist.
"...You are my sponsor now, can I refuse?" Feng Wang pulled back his hand, clasped his wrist, and looked at Chuzheng's gaze.
The moonlight sprinkled on the bottom of the clear eyes of the girl opposite, like a layer of broken diamonds, so bright that people couldn't take their eyes off.
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Feng Wang thought he was going out to eat, but Chuzheng brought porridge.
"Little Junior Sister, why do you think I like porridge?" Feng Wang asked in despair.
"The doctor said you should drink more porridge."
"..." Feng Wang was confused: "When did the doctor say such nonsense? Which doctor said it?"
"Last time I took you to the hospital, the attending doctor said it." Chu Zheng said as a matter of course.
"… "
Feng Wang leaned his head against the car window, feeling hopeless.
After a long while, he said weakly, "Little Junior Sister, that's because I have a stomach problem. That's why the doctor said that, my stomach is fine now!" What kind of porridge to drink! !
"Why are you so sick?" Chu Zheng asked subconsciously.
Feng Wang's eyes swept over, his dark eyes hide a sharp edge.
In Chuzheng's mind, the alarm bell rang wildly.
Calm down.
Not square.
Under Feng Wang's slightly vigilant gaze, Chu Zheng calmly changed his tune: "Why are you so sick, drink porridge for health, drink!"
The girl looked at him fiercely.
Feng Wang frowned slightly, his eyes turned around Chuzheng, as if to confirm that Chuzheng just made a slip of the tongue.
He slowly retracted his gaze: "I don't want to drink porridge."
Chuzheng asked, "What do you want to eat?"
Feng Wang blurted out: "Hot pot."
Chuzheng took out her phone, and Feng Wang watched as she pressed three numbers on the phone.
"What are you calling 120 for?"
"Book you a ward."
Feng Wang's stomach problem is very serious, and he still wants to eat hot pot, why not go to heaven
Feng Wang: "… "
Finally, under the threat of Chuzheng's fierce baba, Feng Wang finished his porridge.
After eating the hot porridge, Feng Wang felt that his stomach, which had been a little uncomfortable just now, was being relieved.
He glanced at the girl next to him: "You came to find me, just gave me this?"
"Otherwise?" Will you eat hot pot and then take you to the hospital
From what he knew, she was supposed to be filming.
The movie theater is not far from here...
He came all the way here just to give him a bowl of porridge.
Feng Wang has never been taken care of like this in his life.
The warmth pumped out of the heart and flowed to the limbs, and the whole person seemed to be warm.
"Little Junior Sister, do you really want to be my gold master?"
Chu Zheng said in a cool tone: "Do you regret it?"
Feng Wang shrank in the seat and put his hands on his stomach: "You see, I can make trouble very well. It's very troublesome for you to be the gold master for me."
The subtext is - you may not hold me.
The girl's elegant and indifferent voice circulated in the car: "Even if you kill me, I can clean it up for you."
The car suddenly became quiet.
Chu Zheng couldn't even hear Feng Wang's breathing.
He stared at her intently, as if to see flowers on her face.
Feng Wang's lips parted lightly: "Murder is against the law, little junior sister."
"You still know this?"
Feng Wang tilted his head down, his brows and eyes were filled with a smile: "Little Junior Sister, after all, I also went to school, so I still have some common sense."
Then you are great.
The carriage suddenly became quiet, Feng Wang coughed lightly: "The banquet is not over yet, I'll go back first."
He pushed open the car door, stood at the door, and suddenly leaned over: "Little Junior Sister, if I really kill someone, will you really help me?"
The girl in the car nodded without hesitation: "Yes."
With a sound, neither light nor heavy, it slammed into Feng Wang's heart.
"Little Junior Sister, go back and be careful."
Feng Wang closed the car door and quickly disappeared into the moonlight.