Fast time travel: the abuse of scum

Chapter 203 The King of the Nightclub 7
"Is Miss Zheng worried recently?" Sitting beside Wen Chun, king asked softly.

He tilted his face slightly, giving Wen Chun the appearance that he was listening attentively.

The corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the eyes were focused on Wen Chun.

"If there is anything, I hope it can relieve your worries..."

Even this tone is very sincere, so that even if people know that the other party may have nothing to do, but after hearing these words, their hearts are very appropriate...

I have to say that King is really outstanding in the industry of male public relations...

"After all, I will be sad to see such a beautiful young lady sad."

Look at how good the king is at talking, Huaran beside him gritted a mouthful of small white teeth, and probably could only stare blankly.

There is no way, whether this way will work or not, you still have to practice.

"You can't help it," Wen Chun looked up and waited tenderly for her to answer king, "You are just a publicist."

As soon as these words came out, let's not talk about King's performance, but Hua Ran turned pale.

This smell of professional discrimination, even though she knew what Wen Chun said was right, Huaran still felt a little uncomfortable.

But the king won't...

Hearing this, his expression did not change at all, and he still had a gentle smile.

"Miss Zheng is right," King smiled softly, lowered his head slightly, the hair on his forehead fell on the bridge of his nose, casting a shadow, and his voice became lower, "Even if he is just a publicist, But I also want to share some of your fatigue..."

The voice was slightly lower, with some perceptible loss.

It's really not the same rank as Huaran...

Even if King didn't say anything else, Wen Chun now has the urge to buy for him...

As for really buying, buying, buying, of course this is impossible...

It's impossible in this life, but if it were to change, I can't say for sure.

What is ability, let the original little boy take out money to support the benefactor, this is called ability.

King is quite talkative, and Wen Chun doesn't mind chatting with him.

The two talked very happily, but Huaran was inevitably left out in the cold.

Of course, it can be regarded as the intention of the king.

It was getting late, and Zhang Yingying had already gone out to pick up the car first.

Wen Chun also planned to leave.

The days are long, don’t rush.

King and Huaran sent out the door.

Before the king could speak, Huaran spoke first: "When you come next time, you must remember to choose me!"

After saying that, his face turned red, and he looked at Wen Chun anxiously.

When he saw Wen Chun nodding with a smile, he gave King a cross-eyed glance.

So what if the other party is king, Miss Zheng hasn't even ordered a glass of wine for you.

Miss Zheng likes him even more!

In fact, Huaran's behavior was so obvious that Wen Chun couldn't help laughing: This child is quite cute.

King Quandang didn't see Huaran's small movements, and only took a short step forward: "It's really a pleasure communicating with you today, and I hope to spend some time with you tomorrow."

At this time, the night was already deep, and the dim light was switched on, shining brightly on the king in front of Wen Chun.

King's face can't be seen clearly, but such gentle and nostalgic words make people look forward to the next meeting.

"Boss," Zhang Yingying drove to Wen Chun's side, and then got off, "Do you want to chat for a while?"

"No, let's go."

Zhang Yingying drove away in a car.

King stood still and watched the vehicle leave.

"This person is mine." King said slowly, turned his head to look at Huaran, and smiled, "Please don't contact me any more."

"..." Hua Ran pursed her lips, full of unwillingness.

King turned and left, and within a few steps, he heard Huaran's shout behind him.

"Don't go too far!"

King paused and turned his head to look over.

"Miss Zheng obviously likes me, it's me!"

"Heh..." King smiled, stepped forward, and walked back.

He came closer to Hua Ran and lowered his head slightly.

Huaran's stature is not too high, less than 1.8 meters, which is not enough for King's 1.8 meters five.

Just because of the suppression of her height, Huaran was a little bit stern.

"You, what are you going to do..."

"Don't think that if you are king, I will be afraid of you..."

"You also know that I am king..." King interrupted Huaran's words, "Since you know..."

King lowered his head, approached Huaran's ear, and raised the corners of his lips: "If you know, why do you still overestimate yourself..."

Then he took a step back, distanced himself from Huaran, raised his chin, and squinted at Huaran: "Here, I am the king."

Turn around and leave, regardless of Hua Ran's reaction.

He is king, he has this capital.

In this line, no one is his match.

Huaran behind her turned pale, and spread out on the ground.

in the car.

Zhang Yingying glanced at the rearview mirror: "How is Boss playing today?"

"Fortunately."

"Are you not satisfied with King?" Zhang Yingying looked at Wen Chun's uninterested look and asked tentatively.

"No," Wen Chun smiled, "Is he okay?"

"Yes." Zhang Yingying nodded, "His service is pretty good."

"By the way," Wen Chun said, "I've reached his level, do I still need to continue working?"

"He is worth a lot of money. The watch on his wrist alone must be worth 10,000+."

"He's interested." Zhang Yingying replied, "Is Boss going home?"

"Well, go home." Wen Chun nodded, and asked again, "Interested?"

In the memory of the original owner, the king came out like this because of the force of life.

It made the original owner feel pity for him, heart and soul.

"How did I hear that King had to come out because he had a sick younger brother and the medical bills were very expensive..."

"How is it possible..." Zhang Yingying laughed "puchi", "These male public relations, if they don't make themselves up to be pitiful, then how can they take money from the benefactor..."

"This is the usual routine of public relations..."

"Is that so..." Wen Chun was thoughtful.

"From what they said, the boss can just have fun, don't take it to heart." Zhang Yingying laughed.

"Ha..." Wen Chun sneered.

Even this emotion is deceiving the original owner...

It's really full of lies, not a single sentence is accurate...

But that's good too, she won't feel any guilt if she starts a fight with such a person.

"Boss," Zhang Yingying stopped the car, then opened the door for Wen Chun, and handed over the bag containing the men's shirts that had been processed today, "There is a meeting at ten o'clock tomorrow morning, and I will pick you up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning."

Wen Chun took the bag and said with a smile, "Come over at eight, and have breakfast by the way."

Zhang Yingying was taken aback for a moment, then smiled brightly and nodded heavily.

"Drive slowly on the road." Wen Chun waved at Zhang Yingying.

(End of this chapter)