Chapter 602: Captive Stars (27)

Wow...

Fang Li's white dress was stained by the drink, and the sweet smell of orange spread out.

The instigator was slowly putting down the drink glass: "Sorry, my hands are slippery."

"Seal the hope!!"

Fang Li roared angrily.

The sound is slightly louder.

The guests who had not paid attention here at first all looked over at this time.

Fang Li looked back and found everyone's attention, and he suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

However, when he turned back, there was no sign of Feng Wang anywhere, only a door next to him slowly closing.

Fang Li: "..." Feng Wang, this bastard!

They were standing in the corner, and no one probably saw Feng Wang throw the drink at him.

Fang Li left the scene in embarrassment.

Feng Wang also couldn't figure it out. Fang Li always suffered a loss every time he got close to him. He didn't know why he still got close to him.

You can’t just like yourself, right?

Huh……

Feng Wang was startled by this thought and got goosebumps all over his body.

Ding dong——

The WeChat notification sound was loud and clear in the corridor.

Feng Wang leaned against the wall and took out his cell phone.

[Chu Zheng: Come out. ]

The light from the mobile phone screen shines on the man's face, outlines his outline in a picturesque and unrealistic way.

The slender white fingertips rested on the edge of the phone and did not move for a long time.

finally.

The man's fingers moved.

In the silent corridor, the clicking sound of typing sounded.

[Master Feng Wang, the invincible commander of the universe: What are you doing out there? ]

[Chu Zheng: Eat something. ]

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The night is silent and the lights are bright.

The man's figure slowly appeared. He walked a little faster, looked left and right, and covered his face, as if he were a thief.

For a moment, he seemed to have found his target. He lowered his head and quickly walked to a car, opened the door and got in.

Feng Wang stood in the dark, with a sarcastic curve on his lips.

He leaned against the cold glass and lowered his head to touch his cell phone. As soon as he took it out, footsteps suddenly sounded in front of him.

"What are you doing standing here?"

A clear voice sounded immediately.

Feng Wang's movements were slightly stiff.

After adjusting his expression, Feng Wang raised his eyes.

The girl came in the moonlight, casting her slender shadow on the ground. The black and white waist skirt outlines her perfect curves, showing beautiful arcs when walking.

The night is dark.

It seems to arouse desires in people's hearts. Without control, evil thoughts can breed.

Feng Wang quickly looked away, suppressing the inexplicable impulse in his heart.

"Watch a show."

"Does it look good?"

A shadow enveloped him, and Feng Wang seemed to feel the pressure.

The refreshing aura in girls is also particularly obvious.

Feng Wang took a deep breath and said slowly: "Of course the show is good to watch, otherwise why would we be needed as actors?"

Chuzheng said coldly: "You are not an actor."

Feng Wang frowned and expressed dissatisfaction: "Why doesn't it count?"

Chuzheng: "You are a vase."

Feng Wang: "..." Isn't the vase actor an actor? Why should we discriminate against vases?

Feng Wang snorted coldly and walked away.

Chuzheng: "..."

This is not blocked by me.

Hum something to me.

Why don't you allow others to tell you that your acting skills are bad? !

Chuzheng pulled Feng Wang and lowered her voice a little lower: "Okay, let's go eat."

That tone seemed to be coaxing him.

However, in Feng Wang's ears, there was still no fluctuation, and it seemed as if he was ordering him.

Feng Wang's eyes fell on Chu Zheng's hand holding his wrist.

"...You are my sponsor now, can I refuse?" Feng Wang withdrew his hand, clasped his wrist, and looked at Chu Zheng.

The moonlight shines on the clear eyes of the girl opposite, like a layer of diamonds, so bright that people can't take their eyes away.

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Feng Wang thought he was going out to eat, but he didn't expect Chu Zheng to bring porridge.

"Little junior sister, why do you think I like to drink porridge?" Feng Wang asked a little desperately.

"The doctor said you should drink more porridge."

"..." Feng Wang was confused: "When did a doctor say such nonsense? Which doctor said it?"

"That's what the attending doctor said when I sent you to the hospital last time." Chuzheng said matter-of-factly.

"..."

Feng Wang pressed his head against the car window, feeling hopeless.

After a long while, he said feebly: "Little junior sister, it was because I had a stomach problem. That's why the doctor said that. My stomach is fine now!" What kind of porridge should I drink? !

"Why are you so sick?" Chuzheng asked subconsciously.

Feng Wang glanced over at him, with a sharp edge hidden in his dark eyes.

The alarm bells in Chu Zheng's head blared wildly.

Calm.

Not convenient.

Under Feng Wang's slightly vigilant gaze, Chu Zheng calmly changed his words: "Why do you have so many problems? Drink porridge to stay healthy, drink it!"

The girl looked at him fiercely.

Feng Wang frowned slightly and his eyes wandered over Chu Zheng, as if he was sure that Chu Zheng just made a slip of the tongue.

He slowly looked away: "I don't want to drink porridge."

Chuzheng asked: "What do you want to eat?"

Feng Wang blurted out: "Hot pot."

Chuzheng took out her phone and Feng Wang watched her press three numbers on the phone.

"Why did you call 120?"

"Book a ward for you."

Feng Wang's stomach problem is already serious, and he still wants to eat hot pot. Why not go to heaven?

Feng Wang: "..."

Finally, Feng Wang finished the porridge under Chu Zheng's fierce threats.

After eating the hot porridge, Feng Wang felt that his stomach, which had been a little uncomfortable just now, was being relieved.

He glanced at the girl next to him: "You came to me just to give me this?"

"Otherwise?" I'll treat you to hot pot and then take you to the hospital?

As far as he knew, she was supposed to be filming.

The film and television city is not close to here...

I came all the way here just to deliver him a bowl of porridge.

Feng Wang had never been cared for like this in his life.

Warmth is pumped out from the heart and flows to the limbs and bones, and the whole person seems to be warm.

"Little junior sister, do you really want to be my sponsor?"

Chuzheng said in a cool tone: "Do you regret it?"

Feng Wang huddled in his seat and put his hands on his stomach: "You see, I am very trouble-making. It will be very troublesome for you to be my sponsor."

The subtext is - you may not be able to hold me back.

The girl's elegant and calm voice circulated in the car: "Even if you kill someone, I can deal with it for you."

The carriage suddenly became quiet.

Chuzheng couldn't even hear Feng Wang's breathing.

He looked at her intently, as if he wanted to see the flowers on her face.

Feng Wang opened his lips lightly: "It is against the law to kill someone, little junior sister."

"You still know this?"

Feng Wang tilted his head, a smile on his face: "Junior sister, after all, I have gone to school, so I still have this bit of common sense."

Then you are so awesome.

The carriage suddenly became quiet, and Feng Wang coughed lightly: "The banquet is not over yet, I will go back first."

He pushed open the car door and got out, stood at the door, and suddenly leaned over: "Little junior sister, if I really kill someone, will you really help me?"

The girl in the car nodded without hesitation: "Yes."

A sound that was neither light nor heavy hit Feng Wang's heart.

"Little junior sister, be careful when you go back."

Feng Wang closed the car door and quickly disappeared into the moonlight.