Chapter 1237 The Born King of Singers (29)

Chuzheng hung up the phone.

Once kicked out of the house and lost the protection of the family, this kind of young man who only knows about eating, drinking and having fun will basically have his wings broken.

"Why am I so good?"

[...] You might as well kill him with one knife.

May I?

Chu Zheng is eager to try.

【Can't! 】Wang Zhehao ruthlessly rejected Chu Zheng: 【Please be a human being, little sister! Don't be so crazy, thank you! 】

What the hell are you talking about?

[…] I just don’t know what the difference is between your word ‘hao’ and a normal person’s word ‘hao’.

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Three days later, Chuzheng received a call from Liang's father, saying that he agreed to Chuzheng's conditions.

Mr. Liang was expelled from his home, and except for some clothes, nothing else could be taken away.

Young Master Liang didn't expect that he would really be kicked out of the house. He was completely confused and made noisy outside the Liang family for several days. Finally, Father Liang couldn't stand it anymore and had people drive him away.

Mr. Liang was sitting on the road, feeling nothing but anger and resentment in his heart.

He hated Chuzheng and his father.

He actually gave up his son for the company.

It's useless no matter how much Mr. Liang hates him, now he doesn't even have a place to live.

All cards were frozen and he was now penniless.

Mr. Liang called his friends, and he didn't know if he got the news. In the past, one phone call could summon a group of people, but now no one came to pick him up after dozens of calls.

Even if someone agrees, they will call again and say they don’t have time.

There is one person who is even more ridiculous. He promised well, but then turned around and said that he had forgotten that he was in the United States and could not go.

Mr. Liang was so angry that he wanted to smash his phone, but when he thought of his current situation, he didn't dare to smash it.

In the end, he sold his limited edition customized mobile phone and got thousands of dollars.

Mr. Liang was used to spending money lavishly, and he spent all his money in just two days.

Being unable to ask for help and having no money, Mr. Liang was forced to make money on his own.

Mr. Liang had a gilded career at a foreign university, and a company accepted him without any foresight. However, within a short time, the young master lost his temper and was successfully dismissed.

It was like this every time after that. How could Mr. Liang stand the anger of the company's lower-level employees? Two days were considered a record of challenging the limit.

After all the hard work, I didn't make any money, and I even lost money because I beat people.

After Liang's father kicked Mr. Liang out, the company's predicament was immediately alleviated.

Liang's father was afraid of Chuzheng and did not dare to inquire about Mr. Liang's current situation.

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In October, the weather suddenly turned cold.

Chuzheng entered the studio wrapped in a coat. Lisa and others were about to go out and met her outside the elevator.

"Boss, a satellite TV station invited them to be guests of the Spring Festival Gala..."

"It's up to you to decide."

"..."

Who is the agent? !

Chu Zheng went upstairs. People in the studio had recently been preparing for their new song. There were sounds of discussions and files being flipped everywhere, and the whole office seemed busy.

Chuzheng went to the dance studio to find someone to record a MV for a new song, which included a short dance part. Now they are practicing with the teacher.

"Xiaoyan, why is your waist so weak?"

Chuzheng heard this sentence when she entered.

She looked at the corner with an expressionless face. Mu Sheng was looking at Sheng Yan's waist with envy, and Qu Jiangxiao was standing on the other side, practicing the movements according to the teacher's instructions.

The temperature in the room was slightly higher, and they were dancing, so Sheng Yan was only wearing a thin T-shirt. At this time, it was half lifted up by Mu Sheng, revealing a fair waist.

Snapped--

The people over there heard the sound and looked up in the mirror to see Chu Zheng exuding air-conditioning.

Musheng also waved to Chuzheng: "Boss!"

Sheng Yan pulled the clothes back, and the clothes fell down, blocking the amputated waist.

"Boss, what did you buy?" Mu Sheng strode towards Chu Zheng: "I'm so hungry."

Chuzheng held down the thing she put down and said, "Go find your wife."

Musheng: "??"

Mu Sheng probably saw that Chu Zheng was unhappy at this time, so he retracted his hand angrily and found an excuse to leave quickly.

Qu Jiangxiao glanced at Sheng Yan, winked at him, and left.

They were the only two people left in the dance studio.

"come over."

Sheng Yan stood in the corner, heard Chu Zheng's voice, and walked over with his head lowered.

Sheng Yan walked the short distance for a full minute.

He stood in front of Chuzheng, took a deep breath, and mustered up his courage: "Miss Meng... I have something to tell you."

Chuzheng nodded: "Tell me."

"I..." Sheng Yan pinched his thigh to calm himself down: "I, I like you." He closed his eyes and spat out these words.

"Yeah." If you don't like me, who do you want to like?

Chu Zheng's calm voice instantly condensed Sheng Yan's uneasy mood.

"You...have nothing to say?"

"What did you say?" Chuzheng looked at him: "I like you too?"

Sheng Yan's palms were covered in cold sweat, and his voice was trembling because of nervousness: "Do you like me?"

"Like it."

Sheng Yan didn't dare to look directly at Chu Zheng, and his eyes instantly fell on her, and his heartbeat became chaotic and could no longer find any pattern.

However, the girl opposite was as calm as ever, as if to her, the phrase "like" was just a common word.

Chuzheng raised her hand and plucked his hair twice, then told him naturally: "Eat your food and don't practice for too long."

Sheng Yan watched Chu Zheng leave. He wanted to call her to stop, but no sound came out.

Qu Jiangxiao and Mu Sheng came in from outside and immediately surrounded them: "Xiaoyan, did you say it?"

"said."

Sheng Yan lowered his head, his voice a little muffled.

"Huh? What's the result?"

"No results." Sheng Yan paused.

Musheng asked: "She doesn't like you?"

"...She said she likes me."

Mu Sheng murmured: "Then there is no result? If they all like each other, then there is a result?!"

Qu Jiangxiao held Mu Sheng down: "What's going on?"

Sheng Yan: "She didn't say anything later..."

Mu Sheng and Qu Jiangxiao looked at each other. What do you mean they didn't say anything? You have to express your feelings after being confessed, right?

"Xiaoyan..."

"I don't feel very well, so I'm going back first."

Sheng Yan avoided their inquiries and left the dance studio.

When he passed by Chuzheng's office, he took a look inside. Chuzheng was sitting at the desk processing documents. Sheng Yan was about to look away when the person over there suddenly raised his head and met his gaze.

"Come in."

Sheng Yan: "!!"

Sheng Yan didn't really want to go in, but the thought flashed across his mind and the person had already walked in.

"close the door."

Sheng Yan fell back and closed the door.

Chuzheng lowered her head and continued working on the documents. She took the time to ask him, "Have you eaten anything?"

"……have eaten."

There was hesitation in Sheng Yan's tone, and he was obviously lying.

Chuzheng raised her eyes to look at him, put down the pen in her hand, stepped on the desk with her feet, pushed hard, and the chair slid back a little distance. The hand on the back of the chair knocked domineeringly: "Come here. .”

Sheng Yan: "..."

What does she call a small animal?