Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

After being so troubled, Chuzheng could not sleep, holding his mobile phone and swiping Weibo.

Sure enough, I saw Feng Wang's name on Weibo hot search.

Assault journalists...

Feng Wang's account did not respond. It is estimated that he is being educated by Lan Ling and has no time to go online.

The comments below were full of curses.

The slogan that made Feng Wang get out of the entertainment circle was particularly loud.

[Hidden task: Please get a good person card for the seal to save the blackened seal. 】

Chu Zheng: "..."

To be honest, I just think Feng Wang is a bit annoying, and I really haven't seen where he is blackened!

[Miss sister, don't be so superficial. 】

Chuzheng's indifferent face: So this is the pattern in the future?

【maybe. ] The king said: [Look at Miss Sister's luck. 】

Chu Zheng's eyes sank slightly: What do you mean?

[...It's not interesting. 】The king changed the subject immediately: [Miss Sister, the good person card needs you! Come on! you can! Be a good person who does not rewind! 】

Chuzheng took a look at the time.

Bastard, do you have to pick the dead of night?

[The night black wind has a high rate of accidents~] The King used a owing little Tsundere tone: [This has nothing to do with me, it is a natural law. 】

Chuzheng: You can go to the natural laws of Xianren Banban!

[Miss sister is civilized, it is not good to curse. 】The King is inspiring to be a serious system that talks about civilization and new style.

Ha ha.

Chu Zheng didn't even know where the good guys were stuck.

At this time, the king is active.

Tell Chuzheng the address immediately.

The address is her, but the apartment building is different.

No wonder I was familiar with this place before, and I lived here before.

Chu Zheng took the elevator down and found another apartment.

So here comes the problem.

This kind of apartment is not just for you to enter.

People are all face recognition, not the people who live in this apartment, they can't get in at all.

Another way is to let the residents upstairs open the door.

Obviously this condition does not hold.

Chu Zheng pondered the consequences of smashing the door-giving up smashing the door, and honestly pressed the floor room number.

There was no movement for a long time.

Chuzheng called to ask where Lan Ling was. Lan Ling said that she had already left and she was going to deal with Feng Wang's assault on the reporter.

When asked what was wrong, Chuzheng said nonsense and hung up the phone.

Just when the thought of smashing the door came up for the second time, someone from upstairs came down and opened the door from inside.

The man walked in a hurry and didn't pay attention to Chuzheng. Before the door closed, Chuzheng stepped in.

Feng Wang lives on the top floor, and there is one house on the top, so you don't need to find it.

Chu Zheng 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 am not a good person.

The good guy card doesn't give me a chance, and I can't help it.

and 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 enveloped the person opening the door in a vague outline.

"My house is not leaking and there is no dancing." The man's voice was a little weak, mixed with a bit of pain, and his tone was very bad. He hardly saw who was outside, and he closed the door after he said it.

Chu Zheng stretched his hand to close the door.

"Are you sick?" The man raised his eyes, saw the people outside clearly, and was stunned: "Little Junior Sister."

Feng Wang's face was pale and pale, and cold sweat was still oozing on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" It looks a little scary like this, and people who don't know think that the scene of the ghost film.

"Lan Ling asked you to come?" Feng Wang looked at her unfriendly and didn't mean to let her in at all.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Zheng asked again.

"Nothing, it's 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 over, you can go back."

His voice is a bit cold, and in such an environment, it is a bit oozing.

"Little Junior Sister, don't take the opportunity to approach me." Feng Wang's voice started again: "I'm going to be unlucky if my golden master knows about it."

Chu Zheng: "..."

Oh.

My good person card has a gold master.

Chuzheng's reaction was still a pond of stagnant water, without any ups and downs.

"What's wrong with you." She asked again.

Not bad.

The tone has not changed a bit.

Feng Wang only felt that the little girl opposite was very stubborn, with a bit of aura that made people unable to ignore.

Feng Wang was silent for a long while, he said suddenly: "Stomach hurts."

"Go to the hospital."

"Old problems, no need." Feng Wang felt that there was some sand sculpture standing at the door talking, and reached out and pressed the light switch in the living room. The light instantly covered the entire space: "Little sister, come in."

In fact, they are not considered seniors at all.

I don't know what is wrong with Feng Wang, so I want to call it that way.

Of course Chuzheng doesn't care.

Chu Zheng still had a cold face: "See a doctor if you are sick."

"I didn't... eh, don't do it!" Feng Wang was pulled out of the door by Chu Zheng, without even letting him change his shoes, he directly dragged him to the elevator.

Feng Wang shouted fiercely at first.

There was no sound behind.

Chu Zheng felt that what he was pulling was getting heavier and heavier.

Feng Wang covered his stomach with one hand, his brows were twisted together, and a dense layer of sweat covered his forehead.

When he felt that he was about to be untenable, his body was suddenly supported.

"Hold it up."

The girl's clear voice rang in her ears.

"I'm fine." Feng Wang gritted his teeth and gritted his mouth.

"It's okay if you die." Chu Zheng replied coldly.

"..."

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Feng Wang was lying on the hospital bed. The doctor checked him and said that there was nothing serious about it, and that it was just a stomach problem.

Chu Zheng was choked with a few words because of a stomach disease.

In the eyes of doctors, as long as it is not terminally ill, it is not a big deal.

"Don't drink alcohol, don't eat irritating food, eat regularly, and take care of it so that you won't get sick." The doctor dropped this sentence.

According to the doctor's request, Chuzheng bought some liquid porridge back.

"I told you, I'm fine." Feng Wang got better, and he was a little energetic at this time: "You brought me to the hospital, and someone will write that I will go to the hospital for plastic surgery tomorrow."

Chu Zheng said: "This is the People's Hospital."

"Oh, I just went to a women's hospital, they might say I was pregnant and had an abortion."

Chu Zheng glanced at his stomach: "You will still be pregnant?"

"Of course not!" The man glared at Chuzheng: "I am a man with a handle!"

Feng Wang has a prosperous and beautiful face, he can smile casually, can make people do anything for him.

Such people, where is blackening.

Beautiful and invincible!

It's a pity... he has a gold master.

When Chu Zheng thought of this, his eyes became colder, like a layer of frost.

She put the porridge aside, and didn't mean to serve Feng Wang to eat.

Feng Wang didn't count on her, so he took it out by himself, and drank it after a few chuckles.

Drinking a little urgently, and a little uncomfortable in his stomach, he collapsed on the bed and rubbed a few times.

"Little Junior Sister, don't think about it so that I will like you. I tell you, it's impossible." After drinking the porridge, Feng Wang jumped out such a warning.

Yes.

It's a warning.

Good people are so narcissistic?

Do you want to point your face!

I'm not so narcissistic.