This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 588 Captive Stars (11)

"Humph."

   He snorted, and the hat almost covered his face: "Don't drive, wait for them to come and beat me?"

   These words were obviously addressed to Chuzheng.

   Chuzheng: "..."

Why didn't    kill you? !

Who are you! !

  What did Lanling 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, and suddenly found a bottle of beer. After pulling it open, he took several sips.

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

The first impression of    is amazing.

   is a stunning with a sharp, impressive and unforgettable.

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

   looks familiar...

   Chuzheng thought for a while.

  I finally remembered who this guy is.

   Feng Wang.

   The vase actor who grabbed her hot search.

   He turned out to be a Lan Lingdai artist? !

   Just thinking about it for a while, Feng Wang has already killed a bottle of beer and found the second bottle...the third bottle...

   Chuzheng's eyes fell on his oversized 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 of    is slightly proud.

   Chuzheng: "..."

  Yes, this vase also has a gold master.

   Chuzheng turned the steering wheel, the car swerved abruptly, Feng Wang didn't wear his seatbelt, and slammed into the car window.

With a    bang, Chuzheng was very relieved.

**** 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 was like drinking water.

   When Chuzheng stopped the car, Feng Wang had already finished his sixth bottle of wine.

   He pulled a few beer cans, stuffed them into the wide pocket of his sweater, opened the car door, and went straight to the elevator.

   Chuzheng took a step slowly, she entered the elevator, and the man's finger rested on the elevator button: "Which floor?"

   Chuzheng did not return to him, but reached out and pressed down a layer.

   The man hummed and leaned against the elevator.

  The mirror in the elevator reflects the figure of the man.

   His slender and straight legs were folded, his hat blocked his features, and his 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 to talk to the big guy!

   You should have let those people beat you to death just now!

   Chuzheng passed by 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 and didn't seem to see any strange creatures before entering the room.

   "Do you have 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 has a very special flavor.

  High mountains and flowing water, clear and long.

   As if listening to him was a pleasure.

   has a good voice.

   "It's none of your business." Chuzheng replied coldly.

   "Hmm, anyway, we have to work together in the future. Look up and see you, why is it none of my business? You have to call me senior brother."

   Feng Wang's narcissism is probably unmatched.

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

   "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 her consent.

   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 make vases.

   Just like him, standing on the stage can make countless people scream.

   Chuzheng didn't know how he got so miserable.

  The man took 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!"

   Chuzheng gave him an indifferent look, turned and entered the room.

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  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, flaxen hair curled up a few strands.

   "You can make things happen when you attend 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 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, and I was in self-defense."

   "Justifiably self-defense!" Lan Ling was so angry that he cursed: "You'll see the hot search for beating up a reporter right away."

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

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

   Feng Wang: "That's why he did it first?"

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

  It is probably because there are too many lice, and he is not afraid of biting. Fengwang is not very worried, and even a little drowsy.

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

   This stuff doesn't come in, you can scold you as you like, and it's 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 hands." Lan Ling suddenly felt that this girl was well taken care of, unlike the demon king over there.

   Chuzheng hummed indifferently.

  Lan Ling didn't say much after seeing this: "Then I'll take it back and deal with it first. If you have anything, call Liangxi or me."

"Um."

   "You have a good rest." Lan Ling turned around and called the person on the sofa: "Feng Wang, let's go."

   Feng Wang looked at him blankly, and with a sigh, he put down the pillow and set it up specially, and then followed Lan Ling to leave.

   He walked staggeringly, as if he could fall at any moment.

"you've been drinking?"

"No."

   "I smelled it. 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 screeching sound, probably the sound of him touching the can.

   Then there was Lan Reiki's low-pitched curse.

   (end of this chapter)