Shenhao: I'm really a big villain

At the passageway of the airport, Qin Lang reluctantly parted from the heavily armed Shi Ya.

After returning to the car, he opened the window. Qin Lang lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled the misty smoke out of the window. He rubbed the mark under the neckline to speed up the blood flow.

It won't take long for it to disappear automatically.

Junzi drove the Daben slowly, without Shiya sitting beside him, the restraint disappeared immediately.

He gave a thumbs up to the back with emotion, and said in admiration, "Master, you are really amazing!

Shiya, that's the queen!In the entire Dragon Kingdom, who doesn't know Miss Shi Ya's name?

Those bigwigs in the entertainment circle, and even some tycoons in the financial circle, tried their best to have a good encounter with Miss Shiya.

As a result, those people have been chasing him for such a long time without getting anything. Young master, you have only met Miss Shi Ya a few times in total, and you have lost her mind.

When she left just now, Miss Shi Ya's look of reluctance suggested that it wasn't some unbreakable contract, she could just pay liquidated damages and stay! "

Qin Lang exhaled smoke and rolled his eyes, "What do you mean? Call me a scum in the open and in the dark?"

Junzi shook his head hastily, "That's not true! If others don't know, how can I, Junzi, not know?

Ms. Shi Ya lived very tiringly in the big dye vat of the entertainment industry, surrounded by snobby eyes who were blinded by profit, and her life in the first half of her life was bleak and lacklustre, without any goals.

Young master, where are you called scum?

You just provided Miss Shiya with a home, a warm and comfortable haven without any intrigue! "

"Come on, I asked you to read more books to learn knowledge, but in the end, your knowledge will not grow, and you will be flattered by optics?"

Qin Lang snorted coldly, "Be careful next time! Don't keep thinking about these fancy things."

After flicking the burning cigarette in the ashtray, Qin Lang paused and continued, "What's the situation with Zhou Hao?"

The son of luck in the entertainment category is too weak. For Qin Lang, he is just a rookie, and there is no need to think about it all the time.

Thinking of what I ordered before, I still need to understand it.

"Zhou Hao? Is that the guy who wrote the script?"

Zhou Hao's figure immediately appeared in Junzi's mind, swallowed his saliva, and sighed, "That kid...it's too miserable!

After he rejected my invitation to buy out the script, he went to other publishing houses to bargain.

In the end, the boss of the publishing house didn't like women, he only liked Zhou Hao's white and fresh meat, and during a negotiation, he tampered with the drinking water.

Later, when our people were monitoring Zhou Hao, they found that this guy would cry loudly every time he took a shit..."

Uh……

Listening to Junzi's explanation, especially the meaningful pause at the end, no matter how much he said, Qin Lang understood the bitterness in it.

He asked Lao Huang and others to arrange for Zhou Hao, but it was just to suppress his script so that it could not be sold, and he did not achieve this step.

Now it develops like this,

It was unexpected, and it made sense.

There is no way, Zifeng and Shiya are daughters of luck!

And "Shooting the Condors" and "Childhood" are also works in the original works that will be put on the big screen later.

Now, it's all in his pocket. It's not unreasonable that Zhou Hao's luck value has dropped, which has caused his own luck to worsen.

The car drove slowly on the road.

Junzi continued to talk about what happened to Zhou Hao during this time with full of sympathy.

Stepping on dog shit while walking, and passing sparrows would shit on Zhou Hao's head. There are so many trivial things that it is difficult to explain in a few words.

Not to mention anything else, just about the sale and purchase of scripts, Zhou Hao had more than one bad luck.

It's okay to be rejected by the publishing house again and again, and finally another one fell in love with his script, instead of showing his fair face, the picture turned out to be his body. It was fooled into a black-mine, and it is still mining there day and night!

Cruel!

……

On the other side, somewhere in the city at a golf course,

outside the apron,

Several well-dressed ladies gathered around the outside of the tarmac, nodding and applauding the black private jet that landed there.

"It's said that the poor play with cars, and the rich play with watches! Today I have seen it, and there are still people who can directly play with airplanes!"

"Which boss's car is this? Why have you never seen it before?"

"I really want the boss to teach me how to play golf? He holds my hand from behind, and he can post whatever he wants. As long as the boss is willing, he can do whatever he wants!"

They are all acquaintances in the circle, and there are no outsiders between famous ladies, so there is no scruple at all, and they are all full of envy and expectation.

Why didn't they leave?

Don't they just want to wait for the owner of this private jet to come back, so that they can take this opportunity to get to know each other, and if possible, take them to fly around in the sky!

Wouldn't it be more perfect if the boss was willing to have a machine-shock? !

"You guys, what are you doing here? You don't play golf on the golf course, so you come here to circle around and watch the fun?

Are you interested in playing a round of golf with me? "

Qin Lang came up from behind, looking at a group of young ladies with a smile on his face.

"Isn't the terrain high here? Standing high and looking far away, it's good to see the scenery.

If you are playing ball, you have played for a long time just now, and you are a little tired. Let's take a rest, why don't you go back and wait, boss? "

A socialite who looked like a playful girl next door politely refused with annoyance in her tone.

Although, in her opinion, Qin Lang, a boss she had never seen before, was very handsome and attractive.

But to be honest, compared with the kind of big crocodile who can own a private jet and buy a flight route, it seems a little bit different.

Of course, she didn't mind letting Qin Lang teach her how to play golf afterwards, and she didn't say anything, leaving a way out.

"Hey...that can only be forgotten."

Sighing, Qin Lang bypassed the ladies and walked towards the private jet. The lift door opened, allowing him and Junzi to enter.

Amidst the sound of roaring propellers, the private plane took off.

Accompanied by the swaying tip of the grass, under the shocked eyes of many celebrities, they left the lawn and got farther and farther away.

"Fuck, Lili, are you a fucking idiot? Such a young boss, he invited you to play golf, but you refused?"

"Did you fucking take Yu-ting as medicine and ruin your brain?"

"Such a great opportunity, you don't know how to grasp it? Do you know how many people who are worth only a million dollars in this golf course are posing and fishing here every day?

This young boss's private jet alone would cost tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions. As a result, you let him go? ! "

There were chirping accusations everywhere.

Lili's head was about to explode, and she yelled hysterically, "What are you arguing about?! Shut up, old lady!"

With red eyes, she stared fiercely at a group of 'sisters' in front of her

Is that feeling sorry for her?

Don't they all want to get on the plane of the boss just now?

What are you yelling at her about?

Thought she would?

She is the one who regrets the most, right? !

If she had known that Qin Lang who asked her just now was the owner of the private jet, would she have refused?

In her subconscious mind, she already regarded the owner of the private jet as an old man in her 70s and [-]s, and this far surpassed the status of appearance in her mind.

As a result, the owner of the plane is not only not old, but even handsome.

If she had known Qin Lang's identity earlier, even if Yu-ting was a jelly bean, she would not refuse any request from Qin Lang!

regret!

The remorse in my heart is unspeakable, and my painful heart is cold!