This Guy is Wrong

   Chapter 589 Captive Stars (12)

  Being so troubled, Chuzheng couldn't fall asleep, he took his mobile phone and swiped Weibo.

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

   Beat up a reporter…

  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 are full of curses.

   made Feng Wang get out of the entertainment industry slogan loudly.

  【Hidden mission: Please get a good person card for Fengwang, Miss, and save the blackened Fengwang. 】

   Chuzheng: "..."

  To tell the truth, I just think Feng Wang is a little annoying, 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 in the future?

【maybe. 】The king's name said: 【Look at the luck of the young lady. 】

   Chuzheng's eyes sank slightly: What do you mean?

  【…It’s not interesting. 】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.

  You bastard, do you have to pick the dead of night?

  [The night black wind is high and the accident rate is high~] The king uses a flat and arrogant tone: [This has nothing to do with me, it is a natural law. 】

  Chuzheng: You can go to the natural laws 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.

Ha ha.

   Chuzheng has no idea where the good guys are stuck.

   At this time, the King is active.

   Tell Chuzheng the address immediately.

The    address is hers, 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.

   Then here comes the problem.

  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 way 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 already left, and she was going to deal with Feng Wang’s beating of the reporter.

   asked her what was the matter, Chuzheng babbled 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.

   Fengwang lives on the top floor, and there is only one house on the top, so there is no need to look for it.

   Chuzheng hit the doorbell.

   No one opened the door for a long time.

  Look, he didn't open the door for me.

   It's not that I'm not a good person.

  The good person 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 closed the door after saying that.

   Chuzheng 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 the matter 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?" Chuzheng 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 rose again: "I'm going to be unlucky when my financial master finds out."

   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 the matter with you." she asked again.

   is 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 sandy to speak at the door. He reached out and pressed the light switch in the living room, and 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 which rib of Feng Wang is wrong, so I have to call it that.

   Of course Chuzheng doesn't care either.

   Chuzheng 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 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.

   was silent after that.

   Chuzheng felt that what he was pulling was getting heavier and heavier.

   Feng Wang covered his stomach with one hand, his brows knit together fiercely, and his forehead was covered with a dense layer of sweat.

   When he felt that he was going to be unable to stand, his body was suddenly supported.

   "Be patient."

   The girl's clear voice rang in his ears.

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

   "It's fine if you die." Chuzheng replied coldly.

  “…”

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   Feng Wang was lying on a hospital bed, and the doctor examined him and said there was nothing serious, just a stomach problem.

   Chuzheng choked on a few words due to stomach problems.

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

  Chuzheng went to buy some liquid porridge according to the doctor's request.

   "I've told you, I'm fine." Feng Wang has improved a lot, and now he's a little more energetic: "You bring me to the hospital, and someone will write me to the hospital for plastic surgery tomorrow."

   Chuzheng 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."

   Chuzheng 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 casually and make people do anything for him.

   Such a person, where can blackening be used.

  Invincible beauty!

  Unfortunately...he has a gold master.

   Chuzheng thought of this, and her eyes became a little colder, as if a layer of frost had condensed.

   She put the porridge next to her and didn't mean to serve Feng Wang.

   Feng Wang didn't expect her, so he took it out and drank it after a few snorts.

   Drinking in a hurry, 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.

   is a warning.

  Good man card is so narcissistic?

   Do you want to nod your face!

  I'm not that narcissistic.

   (end of this chapter)