Chapter 152 A little gossip

Shen Lang sweated a lot for Naza. He saw Naza staring at Hua Zai from behind, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. When Huang Jianxin called "Ka", Shen Lang sighed.

The role of Xiao Fengxian, logically speaking, would never go to Nazha. Shen Lang껩 is the role that he shamelessly asked for. If Nazha can't cry, and uses eye drops like Yang Tianbao, then he will be a loser. .

"Ka, good."

Huang Jianxin applauded.

Classmate Nazha wiped his tears and felt so relieved that he almost didn't cry.

"Put the food on."

It's lunch time, two meat dishes, two vegetarian dishes and one soup. Everyone eats the same thing. I didn't mention the person who ordered the meal, so don't even think about it. This is what Han Sanping ate.

Shen Lang approached Fan Xiaopang with his lunch box.

"Little fat lady, what's delicious today?"

The corner of Fan Xiaopang's mouth raised slightly: "You come here every day to take advantage of me, Director Shen, aren't you afraid of others thinking wrongly?"

Shen Lang smiled: "I'm just going to eat some food. I can still think about it. What will I eat today?"

The little assistant put out the side dishes that Fan Xiaopang made himself.

Sauced beef, shrimp and broccoli, and an egg custard.

Shen Lang was not polite and just moved his chopsticks a few times.

"Let's go, ha."

Fan Xiaopang looked at the originally exquisite meal, but Shen Lang made him lose his appetite. He was speechless. You can just eat it. I can't do it for you.

Shen Lang squatted in the corner and began to show off his rice.

"Director Shen, do you want to eat the egg fruit I made?"

Shen Lang looked up and saw Zeng Li handing over a box of egg fruits. 껩You’re welcome, just put it in your lunch box.

"Thanks, it tastes pretty good. Where did you get it?"

"I made it myself. I'll borrow it from the hotel kitchen."

"You still have this skill? I thought you all didn't want to touch Yang Chun Shui."

Zeng Li smiled: "I often cook by myself. The food eaten outside is unhygienic. How could I not touch Yangchun water with my fingers?"

Shen Lang smiled: "You are all female artists, and you are rich in gold."

"You're talking about the popular ones, but I'm not popular. I have a lot of free time every day. I just stay at home and think about delicious food."

"Sister Li, it stands to reason that you and Zhang Ziyi were in the same period. Among the eight golden hairpins, you are the most beautiful. You shouldn't have no resources."

Zeng Li glanced at Shen Lang: "You don't know?"

Shen Lang was confused: "What do I know?"

Zeng Li glanced at Zhang Ziyi, who was chatting with Zhe Tian not far away and laughing.

"It's okay if you don't know, just don't tell me."

After that, leave.

Shen Lang was a little confused. No matter whether he cooked the meal first or finished the meal, he had to light a cigarette. After the meal, he had to smoke a cigarette and stuff it with the living gods.

"Brother Xun, Xiao Ming."

Mr. Zhou watched Shen Lang hand him one from his pocket, and Shen Lang took it.

"Hey, let me ask you something, sister Zeng Li has such a good figure, why doesn't she have any resources?"

Mr. Zhou raised his head and glanced at Shen Lang: "What you said has something to do with Zhang Ziyi."

"Tell me, tell me, I like to hear gossip." Classmate Shen Lang looked at Mr. Zhou with a gossipy face.

"It's a long time coming. Everyone knows that there is a tradition in Chinese opera. Filming is not allowed during school."

"I know that. That person, Mei Ting, dropped out of school because of taking part in a drama outside."

Mr. Zhou nodded: "That's true, but, 꺶三, 꺶눁, 껩 was actually allowed to take the role. At that time, Lao Mouzi had already become famous in the country. 깊, 꺶 was the director, but he had a film where he never found a suitable female character. I saw Zeng Li’s photo in the newspaper. Because she was the Eight Golden Hairpin of China National Opera, so when it was published in the newspaper, Lao Mouzi fell in love with her at first sight and went to China Opera specifically to find Zeng Li. "

"Then Zeng Li went home and happened to meet Zhang Ziyi again. Zhang Ziyi took the initiative and cut off the beard by herself without notifying Zeng Li. I don't know the specific method, but after that drama, Zhang Ziyi Cheng깊International Zhang.”

Huang Xiaoming nodded: "I've heard a little bit about this. They are still good friends in the same dormitory and in the same class."

Shen Lang touched his chin: "I told you, that's it."

"As long as you know this, don't say it."

Shen Lang nodded: "I understand, tsk, the method is enough."

Mr. Zhou sneered: "That's why I have never liked her. To be precise, I don't like any of the 눁꺶Hua Dan, Xu꺳 Ren, Zhe Tian, ​​or those two. None of them are fuel-efficient."

"And that guy Zhang, he's a slut."

Huang Xiaoming chuckled: "Zhang 꺳 was surrounded by the director's wife and ran to hk깊. He still wants to come back this time. I guess he is not doing well."

"I've heard a little bit about her. I heard she likes to hook up with other people's husbands?"

Mr. Zhou nodded: "Gu, Feng, Lu, as long as she has worked with any director, she will hook up with them. It's not that someone is slandering her, she is the one."