Lose 100 million today

With such a fuss, Chu Zheng couldn't sleep and was scrolling through Weibo on her mobile phone.

Sure enough, I saw Feng Wang’s name on Weibo’s hot search.

Assaulting reporters...

There was no response from Feng Wang's account. He was probably being educated by Lan Ling and had no time to go online.

The comments below were full of curses.

The slogan to get Feng Wang out of the entertainment industry was shouted very loudly.

[Hidden mission: Ask the young lady to get a Fengwang good guy card and save the blackened Fengwang. 】

Chuzheng: "..."

To be honest, I just find Feng Wang a bit annoying, and I really don’t see where he has gone dark!

[Miss, don’t be so superficial. 】

Chuzheng had a cold face: So this will be the pattern from now on?

【maybe. 】The king said: 【It depends on the luck of the young lady. 】

Chuzheng's eyes darkened slightly: What do you mean?

[…It’s not interesting. 】Wang Zhehao immediately changed the topic: 【Miss, the good guy card needs you! come on! you can! Be a good person who doesn’t rewind! 】

Chuzheng glanced at the time.

Son of a bitch, do you have to choose a time in the dead of night?

[The risk of accidents is higher when the night is dark and windy~] Wang Zhehao said in a tsundere-like tone: [This has nothing to do with me, it’s a natural law. 】

Chuzheng: Damn you, the natural laws of Immortal Banban!

[Young lady, you are civilized. Swearing is not good. 】Wangzhehao is inspired to build a serious system that emphasizes civilization and establishes new trends.

hehe.

Chuzheng had no idea where the good guy was stuck.

At this time, Wangzhehao became active.

Tell Chu Zheng the address immediately.

The address is hers, but the apartment building is different.

No wonder I was familiar with this place before, and I used to live here.

Chuzheng took the elevator down and found another apartment.

Then here comes the problem.

You can't just enter this kind of apartment if you want to.

Everyone uses facial recognition, so people who don't live in this apartment can't get in at all.

Another way is to ask the resident upstairs to open the door.

Obviously this condition does not hold.

Chuzheng thought about the consequences of banging on the door - she gave up banging on the door and pressed the room number on the floor honestly.

There was no movement for a long time.

Chuzheng called and asked where Lan Ling was. Lan Ling said that she had left and she had to deal with Feng Wang's beating of the reporter.

Asked her what happened, Chuzheng made some nonsense and hung up the phone.

Just when the idea of ​​breaking down the door came to her for the second time, someone from upstairs came down and opened the door from the inside.

The man walked in a hurry and didn't notice Chuzheng. Chuzheng ducked in before the door closed.

Feng Wang lives on the top floor. There is only one at the top, so there is no need to look for it.

Chu Zheng pressed the doorbell.

No one opened the door for a long time.

You see, he didn't open the door for me.

It’s not that I’m not a good person.

The good guy card doesn’t give me a chance, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

so……

Go back to sleep.

Just when Chuzheng was about to go back, the door opened with a click.

The room was dark, and the light in the corridor cast a vague outline on the person who opened the door.

"My house has no water leaks and no disco music." The man's voice was a little weak, mixed with a bit of pain, and his tone was very bad. He almost didn't look at who was outside and was about to close the door after speaking.

Chuzheng stretched out her hand to hold the door.

"Are you sick?" The man raised his eyes, saw the people outside clearly, and was stunned for a moment: "Little junior sister."

Feng Wang's face was pale and there was cold sweat on his forehead.

"What's wrong with you?" It looks a bit scary like this. If you don't know, you might think it's a scene from a ghost movie.

"Did Lan Ling ask you to come?" Feng Wang looked at her unfriendly and had no intention of letting her in.

"What's wrong with you?" Chuzheng asked again.

"Nothing, very good." The sensor light in the corridor went out, and the man was completely hidden in the darkness: "If Lan Ling asks you to come over, you can go back."

His voice was a little cold, a little permeable in such an environment.

"Little junior sister, don't take the opportunity to get close to me." Feng Wang's voice came up again: "If my sponsor finds out, I will be in trouble."

Chuzheng: "..."

oh.

My good guy card has a sponsor.

Chuzheng's reaction was still a pool of stagnant water, without any ups and downs.

"What's wrong with you?" she asked again.

Verbatim.

His tone didn't change at all.

Feng Wang only felt that the little girl opposite was very stubborn and had a fierce aura that could not be ignored.

Feng Wang was silent for a long time, and then he suddenly said: "My stomach hurts."

"Go to the hospital."

"Old problem, no need." Feng Wang felt that standing at the door and talking was a bit silly, so he reached out and pressed the light switch in the living room, and the light instantly filled the entire space: "Junior sister, come in."

In fact, they are not brothers and sisters at all.

I don't know what's wrong with Feng Wang to call him that.

Of course Chuzheng didn't care either.

Chuzheng still had a cold face: "If you are sick, see a doctor."

"I didn't...hey, don't do it!" Feng Wang was pulled out by Chu Zheng. He didn't even let him change his shoes, and just dragged him to the elevator.

Feng Wang was yelling fiercely at first.

There was no sound after that.

Chuzheng felt that the thing she was pulling was getting heavier and heavier.

Feng Wang covered his stomach with one hand, his brows knitted together, and a dense layer of sweat covered his forehead.

Just when he felt like he could no longer stand, his body was suddenly supported by someone.

"Bear with it."

The girl's clear voice rang in my ears.

"I'm fine." Feng Wang gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth.

"It'll be fine if you die." Chuzheng replied coldly.

"..."

-

Feng Wang was lying on the hospital bed. The doctor checked him and said it was nothing serious, just a stomach problem.

Chuzheng had a stomach bug and choked on a few words.

In the eyes of doctors, as long as it is not a terminal illness and cannot be cured, it is not a big deal.

"Don't drink alcohol, don't eat spicy food, eat on time, and if you take good care of yourself, you won't get sick." The doctor dropped these words.

Chuzheng followed the doctor's request and bought some liquid porridge.

"I told you, I'm fine." Feng Wang has improved a lot and is a little energetic now: "Bring me to the hospital, and someone will write me to the hospital for plastic surgery tomorrow."

Chuzheng said: "This is the People's Hospital."

"Oh, if I go to a gynecological hospital, they might say I'm pregnant and have an abortion."

Chuzheng glanced at his belly: "Are you still pregnant?"

"Of course not!" The man glared at Chuzheng: "I'm a man, and I'm the boss!"

Feng Wang has a beautiful face. He can charm people with just a smile and make them do anything for him.

How can such a person be blackened?

Invincible beauty!

It's a pity...he has a sponsor.

When Chu Zheng thought of this, her eyes became a little colder, as if a layer of frost had condensed on them.

She put the porridge beside her and showed no intention of helping Feng Wang eat it.

Feng Wang didn't expect her, so he took it out and drank it after a few slurps.

He drank a little urgently and felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach. He collapsed on the bed and rubbed it a few times.

"Little junior sister, don't think that I will like you just like this. I tell you, it's impossible." After finishing the porridge, Feng Wang said this warning.

Yes.

Just a warning.

Is the good guy so narcissistic?

Do you want to show some face?

I'm not even that narcissistic.