Rebirth: I have an APP [Entertainment Circle]

The window glass fell slowly.

There is also a man inside, wearing a light blue shirt on his upper body, with two buttons on his neck unbuttoned, revealing a slender neck; on his delicate face is a pair of rimless glasses, with narrow phoenix eyes slightly behind the lenses He glanced, and then spit out a few words from those thin lips: "There is a cat in front."

That look was disdainful and arrogant, but the man in the sunglasses looked at it through the black lenses, and felt that there was a different kind of charm in it.Hear him.The man in sunglasses took a closer look, and sure enough, a fat orange cat with a round belly was walking slowly in front of the front of the Volvo.

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The anger and complaints in my stomach were like a deflated balloon at this moment, completely subsided.

"Then what do you say? All the parts of my car have to be imported from abroad. I won't be able to drive my car for at least several months after you stop suddenly." .

"I have a meeting to attend. I don't have time to wait for the police here. Leave your contact information and we can discuss what to do later." The man in the car looked at his watch.

"Then what if you run away? Where can I find you, just with a mobile phone number?" The man in sunglasses was not satisfied with this answer.

"Then you want to call the police?"

"No!" The man in the sunglasses immediately shouted in a low voice, and then looked at the face and clothes of the man in the car, thinking that he should not be a person who broke his promise, "Then give me your ID, and I'll take a picture. "

The man in the car sighed, took out two notebooks from the storage box in the car, and handed them out the window: "Driver's license, driving license."

The man in sunglasses flipped through the leather copy of his driver's license, and saw the round head in the photo at a glance. After a quick look, he didn't quite look like the man in the car.He looked at the name written next to it: Sheng Ming, born on September 1986, 9...

"Is this you?" The man in sunglasses asked him as he handed his driver's license to the edge of the car window.

The man squinted: "It's not like?" That look was cold, without a trace of warmth.

The man in the sunglasses was right again, his look was exactly the same as the one in the photo.

He took two photos of the driver's license and the driving license, and then took another photo of the Volvo's rear, license plate, his own car's front, and the traces of sudden tire braking on the ground.

When he circled the third circle, Sheng Ming finally became impatient, unbuttoned another shirt, and asked him, "Have you finished the filming yet? I'm going to a meeting."

"Okay," the man in sunglasses came over and took out his mobile phone, "Give me your number, and I'll call you."

Sheng Ming spit out a few numbers from his lips coldly, but the eyes of the man in the sunglasses were always attracted by the position of the collarbone exposed after he unbuttoned it, and he hid behind the sunglasses, looking at it unscrupulously.

When Sheng Ming's phone rang, he rolled up the car window, put in gear, and accelerated, all in one go, without waiting for the man in sunglasses to say anything, and drove away directly from him.

Looking at the Volvo and its rotten ass that was gradually going away, the man in sunglasses stood there for a while, and was finally brought back to his thoughts by the sound of the horn being pressed for a long time.

"You idiot! You took a lane, didn't you see the gambling behind?!" A bald man with a fleshy upper body leaned out half of his body from the car window and shouted.

The man in sunglasses gave him a middle finger, returned to the car, and closed the door.

He was still thinking about the look Sheng Ming gave him just now, and he always felt an indescribable charm.Yes, style.

He couldn't help thinking, what would those glasses look like after he took them off?

Seeing the mess of metal on the front of the car, he turned his head and went home to change the car.

After Sheng Ming drove the car to the underground parking lot, he looked at the mess at the rear of the car, his brows were furrowed, and the phoenix eyes behind the lens were full of irritability.

It was a waste of his time to send the car to be repaired.And now he only has this scooter, how will he go to work in the past few days when the car is being repaired?

Pressing the elevator button, he waved his hand towards the surveillance probe in the elevator, said "Look for Mr. Wen", and pressed the button for the 25th floor after the elevator issued an authorization prompt.

After stepping out of the elevator door and walking along the aisle to the door, he bent his slender fingers and knocked lightly on the door.

"Enter!"

Wen Chengyu, who was still sitting at the desk holding the documents in the door, raised his head, and when he met Sheng Ming's eyes, he showed a smile.

"Felix! You are finally here!" Wen Chengyu stood up, walked to the door, and gave Sheng Ming a big hug.

"Jefferson, you can relax a little bit, I'm almost overwhelmed by you." Although Sheng Ming said so, his tone was also tinged with a slight smile.

"Okay, come and sit." Wen Chengyu led him to the leather sofa in the room, let him sit down, and twisted his neck and shoulders, "I've been sitting here for hours, just to study what you gave me. My documents. I admit defeat, although I followed my dad to manage a company in Hong Kong for several years, but I still have a big head. Compared with these papers and numbers, I would rather look at the numbers every day."

If Geng Rui had been there, he would have been surprised that Mr. Wen, whom he knew, turned out to be a different person, talkative and kind.

"Hehe, I know you're trying to put a high hat on me again." Sheng Ming raised his right eyebrow and rolled his eyes, "That's not what you said when you Skypeed with me about the legal loopholes in mainland law. "

"Okay, so don't talk too much with you lawyers, or you will be listed as evidence all day long." Wen Chengyu teased his old friend, picked up a folder on the table and handed it to Sheng Ming, " I read the information you brought over, and many conditions for H shares are restricted..."

Sheng Ming spread out the folder in his hand, while Wen Chengyu was still pacing back and forth on the carpet in front of him, talking about his views on the listing conditions: "Red chips are definitely the best, but we have to go overseas to put a cover... "

Sheng Ming looked at the folder spread out in front of him. A form was drawn on a piece of A4 paper. In the upper right corner of the form, there was a 2-inch photo of a boy with a handsome and lovable face showing a smile with eight teeth.

"Pan Bo?" Sheng Ming raised his eyelids to look at him, and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly, "Is there any story in this that I don't understand?"