Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

"Humph."

He snorted, his hat almost completely covering his face: "Don't drive yet, wait for them to pounce on me?"

This was obviously addressed to Chuzheng.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Why didn't you kill you? !

Who are you! !

What did Lan Ling stuff me!

Chuzheng started the car, exited the car, and drove on the right track.

The co-pilot was almost paralyzed, as if he had no bones.

He fumbled for a while in his large sweater, and suddenly took out a bottle of beer. After pulling it away, he took a few sips.

When he raised his head to drink, the hat fell a little, and Chuzheng saw a side face.

The first feeling is amazing.

It is a sharp surprise, impressive and unforgettable.

Just the side face is perfect as a work of art crafted by God.

A bit familiar...

Chuzheng thought for a while.

Finally remembered who it was.

Feng Wang.

The actor who robbed her of her hot searched vase.

He turned out to be an artist from Lan Ling? !

At first Zheng thought for a while, Feng Wang had already killed a bottle of beer and found out the second bottle...the third bottle...

Chu Zheng's gaze fell on his wide sweater.

How much wine did he stuff in?

"What are you looking at?" The man's voice was a little dangerous: "Have you never seen a handsome person like me? Even if you are an artist signed by Lan Ling, you are not allowed to think of me too much, I have a gold master! "

The following sentence was slightly proud.

Chu Zheng: "..."

Yes, this vase has a gold master.

When Chuzheng hit the steering wheel, the car suddenly strayed, Feng Wang didn't wear a seat belt, and he hit the car window.

With a thud, Chu Zheng was very relieved.

damn thing!

Feng Wang clutched his head: "You murdered?"

"Avoid the car." Chu Zheng lied concisely.

Feng Wang didn't look at the road just now, and didn't know if there was a car in front of him. It didn't happen for a while, so he could only find another bottle of beer to drink.

He is like drinking water.

When Chu Zheng stopped the car, Feng Wang had finished his sixth bottle of wine.

He pulled a few cans of beer into the big pocket of his sweater, pushed the car door down, and walked straight in the direction of the elevator.

Chu Zheng took a step slowly, she entered the elevator, and the man's finger was placed on the elevator button: "Which floor?"

Chu Zheng didn't return him, but reached out and pressed a floor.

The man snorted and leaned on the elevator.

The mirror in the elevator reflected the man's figure.

The slender and straight legs overlapped, the hat blocked his appearance, and the slender fingers tapped on the handrail of the elevator, and there was a rhythmic but knocking sound in the elevator.

Ding--

The elevator door opened, and the man went out first. He turned his head and looked left and right, "Which way?"

Chu Zheng wanted to kick him very much.

How to talk to the boss!

You should be killed by those people just now!

Chu Zheng passed by and took out the key to open the door.

The man paced over, Chu Zheng opened the door, and he just arrived.

Chuzheng turned on the lights and entered the room. The man first took a look, and he didn't seem to see any strange creatures before entering the room.

"Are there shoes?"

"No."

the 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.

Chu Zheng stood looking at him in the living room.

The man came into the house completely familiar, and the unfamiliar environment did not cause any influence on him.

"When did you sign it to Lan Ling?"

The man said suddenly.

His voice has a very special taste.

High mountains and flowing water, clear and distant.

As if listening to him is a kind of enjoyment.

Have a good voice.

"What's your business?" Chu Zheng replied coldly.

"Well, anyway, we will have to work together in the future. See you without looking up. Why is it none of my business? You have to call me brother."

Feng Wang's narcissism is probably unmatched.

Look at his actions on the Internet, you can actually get a glimpse of it.

"Can you sit?" Feng Wang pointed to the sofa.

I didn't see you being polite when I walked in. Are you polite at this time?

Chuzheng was noncommittal, but Feng Wang assumed she had agreed.

He slumped on the sofa, pulled down his hat, and revealed the fascinating beauty of the world under the spotlight.

I have to say that this person really has the potential to make vases.

He alone can make countless people scream once on stage.

Chu Zheng didn't know how he got so miserable.

The man took a pillow and hugged him and yawned, "Don't mind brother sleeping for a while?"

"Mind if you would 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 Zheng for the first time and said vigilantly: "Don't do anything to me while I sleep!"

Chu Zheng gave him an indifferent look and 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 had fallen on the sofa and scolded: "Feng Wang, you still have the face to sleep, you get me up!!!"

Feng Wang sat up, his flax hair curled up.

"You can make trouble when you attend a finale banquet, so you can't be safe for a few days? You don't feel comfortable if you don't go to a hot search? You want to go to a hot search and give me the whole thing!"

Feng Wang raised his hand and pulled down his hair, defending himself: "What's the matter with me, it was that person who suddenly rushed out. I was a legitimate defense."

"Just be defensive!" Lan Ling scolded angrily: "Immediately you will see your hot search for beating reporters."

Feng Wang hugged the pillow and stubbornly emphasized: "He will do it first."

Lan Ling akimbo: "If you don't arouse him, can he do it?"

Feng Wang: "He did it first?"

Lan Ling: "Even if he does it first, can you make people outside believe you now?"

Probably because there are too many lice, I am not afraid of biting, Feng Wang is not very worried, and even a little drowsy.

Lan Ling was so angry that she was about to have a heart attack. She pointed to Feng Wang, but she couldn't scold him.

If the oil and salt don't get in, you can scold and scold, and the next day after scolding is the same.

Lan Ling took a deep breath and knocked on Chu Zheng's door.

"That's Feng Wang, you should know him, and he is also the artist under my hand." Lan Ling suddenly felt that this female doll is well taken, unlike the demon king over there.

Chuzheng gave a hum.

Seeing this, Lan Ling didn't say much, "Then I will take it home and deal with it first. If you have anything to do, call Liangxi or me."

"Ok."

"You take a good rest." Lan Ling turned and called the person on the sofa: "Feng Wang, go."

Feng Wang looked at it blankly, oh, put down the pillow, and put it on purpose, before leaving with Lan Ling.

He walked staggeringly, as if he would fall at any time.

"you've been drinking?"

"Nothing."

"I can smell it, I told you not to drink, why don't you listen?"

"Someone poured me into the banquet."

"Oh, your Lord Golden Lord covers you, who dares to pour you wine?"

"..."

"Where is the wine?"

Chuzheng heard a squeaky sound, probably the sound of him touching the can.

Then there was Lan Ling's low curse trembling with anger.