Chapter 586: Captive Stars (11)

"snort."

He snorted softly, his hat almost covering his face: "Why don't you drive the car and wait for them to pounce on me and beat me?"

This was obviously meant for Chu Zheng.

Chuzheng: "..."

Why didn't I beat you to death? !

Who are you! !

What did Lan Ling stuff into me?

Chuzheng started the car, got out, and drove onto the right road.

The co-pilot was almost paralyzed, as if he had no bones.

He fumbled around in his large sweatshirt for a while, and suddenly took out a bottle of beer. After pulling it open, he took several sips.

When he raised his head to drink, his hat fell a little, and Chu Zheng saw a side profile.

The first feeling is amazing.

It is a kind of sharp surprise that is impressive and unforgettable.

Just the profile is as perfect as a work of art carefully crafted by God.

Looks a bit familiar...

Chuzheng thought for a while.

Finally I remembered who this guy was.

Close hope.

The vase actor who stole her hot search.

He is actually an artist under Lan Ling's belt? !

While Chu Zheng was thinking about it for a while, Feng Wang had already finished one bottle of beer and took out the second bottle...the third bottle...

Chuzheng's eyes fell on his loose sweatshirt.

How much wine had he stuffed in there?

"What are you looking at?" The man's voice sounded a bit dangerous: "Have you never seen someone as handsome as me? Even if you are an artist signed by Lan Ling, you are not allowed to have any inappropriate thoughts about me. I have a financial backer! "

The last sentence is slightly proud.

Chuzheng: "..."

Yes, this vase still has a sponsor.

Chu Zheng turned the steering wheel and the car swerved. Feng Wang was not wearing a seat belt and his whole body hit the car window.

There was a thud, which made Chuzheng feel relieved.

damn thing!

Feng Wang covered his head: "Are you committing murder?"

"Avoid cars." Chu Zheng lied briefly and concisely.

Feng Wang didn't look at the road just now. He didn't know if there was a car in front of him. He couldn't help but take out another bottle of beer to drink.

He gurgled as if drinking water.

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

He stuffed a few beer cans into the wide pocket of his sweater, opened the car door and walked straight towards the elevator.

Chuzheng took a step slower and entered the elevator. The man's finger rested on the elevator button: "Which floor?"

Chuzheng didn't reply to him, but stretched out her hand to press the first floor.

The man chuckled and leaned against the elevator.

The mirror in the elevator reflected the man's figure.

His slender and straight legs were crossed, and his hat blocked his appearance. His slender fingers tapped on the handrail of the elevator, and the rhythmic tapping sound rang in the elevator.

Ding--

The elevator door opened and the man went out first. He turned his head and looked left and right: "Which way?"

Chuzheng wanted to kick him.

How to talk to the boss!

Those people should have just beaten you to death, you piece of shit!

Chuzheng walked past and took out the key to open the door.

The man walked over, Chuzheng opened the door, and he just walked over.

Chu Zheng turned on the light and entered the house. The man took a look first and didn't seem to see any strange creatures before entering the house.

"Do you have any shoes?"

"No."

man:"……"

The man opened the shoe cabinet and found a pair of unopened disposable shoes. Regardless of whether Chu Zheng agreed or not, he opened the package and put them on.

Chuzheng stood in the living room and looked at him.

The man entered the room completely familiar, and the unfamiliar environment had no impact on him.

"When did you sign it to Lan Ling?"

The man suddenly spoke.

His voice has a very special flavor.

High mountains and flowing water, clear and distant.

It was as if listening to him was a pleasure.

Have a good voice.

"None of your business." Chuzheng replied coldly.

"Hmm, after all, we have to work together in the future. We can't meet each other without looking up. Why is it none of my business? You still have to call me senior brother."

Feng Wang's narcissism is probably unmatched.

If you look at what he does online, you can actually get a glimpse of it.

"Can you sit down?" Feng Wang pointed to the sofa.

I didn't see you being polite when I walked in. Are you polite now?

Chuzheng was noncommittal, but Feng Wang took it as her consent.

He slumped on the sofa, pulled down his hat, and revealed his enchanting beauty under the spotlight.

I have to say that this person really has the potential to make vases.

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

Chuzheng didn't know how he ended up in such misery.

The man took a pillow and hugged him, and yawned: "Do you mind, senior brother, taking a nap?"

"Do you mind if you go out?" I want to beat you to death, you piece of shit.

Feng Wang: "Of course not, Lan Ling asked you to bring me back."

He glanced at Chuzheng and said warily: "Don't do anything to me while I'm sleeping!"

Chuzheng gave him a cold look and turned around and entered the room.

Lan Ling arrived half an hour later. As soon as he entered the door, he pointed at Feng Wang who was lying on the sofa and angrily yelled: "Feng Wang, you still have the nerve to sleep, get up!!"

Feng Wang sat up suddenly, a few strands of his flaxen hair sticking up.

"You can cause trouble even if you attend a wedding banquet, so why can't you just settle down for a few days? You don't feel good if you don't become a hot search topic, right? If you want to be a hot search topic, give it to me!"

Feng Wang raised his hand to pull down his hair and defended himself: "It's none of my business. It was that person who suddenly rushed out. I was acting in self-defense."

"It's just self-defense!" Lan Ling cursed angrily: "Soon you will see the hot search for you beating a reporter."

Feng Wang hugged the pillow and insisted stubbornly: "He made the first move."

Lan Ling put her hands on her hips: "If you don't provoke him, can he do it?"

Feng Wang: "So he was the one who made the first move?"

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

Probably because there were too many lice and he was not afraid of being bitten. Feng Wang was not very worried, and even felt a little drowsy.

Lan Ling was so angry that she almost had a heart attack. She pointed at Feng Wang and wanted to curse but couldn't.

This product doesn't have enough oil and salt, so you can scold it as much as you want. After you scold it, it will still be the same the next day.

Lan Ling took a deep breath and knocked on Chu Zheng's door.

"That's Feng Wang. You should know him. He's also an artist under me." Lan Ling suddenly felt that this female doll was easy to take care of, unlike the demon king over there.

Chuzheng hummed in a neutral tone.

Seeing this, Lan Ling didn't say much: "Then I'll take it back and deal with it first. If anything happens to you, call Liang Xi 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 over blankly, said oh, put down the pillow, arranged it specially, and then left with Lan Ling.

He walked unsteadily, as if he might fall at any moment.

"you've been drinking?"

"No."

"I smelled it. I told you not to drink, why didn't you listen?"

"Someone poured it into me at the wedding banquet."

"Oh, your sponsor is protecting you, who dares to drink from you?"

"..."