After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

Chen Zhan returned the phone to Yin Ronglan: "The problem you are researching is very interesting."

Yin Ronglan said: "It's just a whim when I'm bored."

"Oh?" Chen Zhan dragged his tone very long, looking at him with complicated eyes.

Yin Ronglan lowered his eyes halfway, looking serious and focused.

Chen Zhan was not intimidated by this appearance, but no longer entangled with this issue.

The buzzing vibration came in time, and when I lowered my head, it was a rather unexpected call.

Yin Ronglan was quite grateful for the call at first, but when he saw Lin Chiang's name displayed on the screen, his mood became less pleasant.

The call time was very short, and Lin Chiang's message was quite direct, asking Chen Zhan to find a way to solve this incident, and he wanted to go back to his room to sleep.

The latter sentence sounds very humble.

Yin Ronglan took a sip of water and asked, "You want to help him?"

Chen Zhan smiled: "I can't offend you so much."

I didn't say a word, and I happened to have something to ask Jiang Ying.

Seeing that Jiang Ying had really put in a lot of effort, after parting with Yin Ronglan, Chen Zhan finally entered a lounge through the relationship of several people.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a long, wavy hair falling down to his slender waist, which looked very charming.

The woman was sitting and standing with her back to him, slowly peeling the apple.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he turned around but did not put down the fruit knife in his hand.

Chen Zhan gave up moving forward.

"Are you here to speak well for my fiancé?" Jiang Ying gently rubbed her fingertips back and forth on the handle of the knife while speaking.

Chen Zhan took two steps back and pondered for a while: "The two countries are at war, so don't behead them."

After watching him for a few seconds, Jiang Ying put the knife aside.

Chen Zhan would not be so stupid as to pour chicken soup for the soul when he really opened his mouth. Lin Chiang asked him to come, but to give both parties a step down.

Pulling up a chair and sitting at least one meter away from Jiang Ying, he spoke again: "At the beginning I launched a fierce pursuit of you..."

After listening to the first half of the sentence, Jiang Ying's gaze has become unfriendly.

Chen Zhan ignored it and continued: "Have you offended anyone because of this?"

Jiang Ying smiled ironically.

Chen Zhan also knew that the question was nonsense, so he narrowed the scope: "The kind you hate to the bone."

There are too many absurd things in the original body, and some of the memories have faded to fuzzy.

"There was a director who wanted to drug me with alcohol, but you broke his bones; there was also an actor who was messing around on the set, and you found a private detective to expose a lot of dirty information about him..."

Even though Chen Zhan finished listening calmly, he concluded a list of about seven or eight people.

Jiang Ying looked at him intriguingly: "Is someone bothering you?"

"Just doubt."

Jiang Ying raised her voice a little higher: "Sixth sense?"

"Not at all."

This system was timid and fearful, and Chen Zhan used words to deceive him, revealing that on the day of the Red Man's Night, someone was indeed staring at him in the dark.

Write down the information of these people one by one, compare it with what you remember, and then pretend to have something to get up and prepare to leave.

Jiang Ying smiled and said: "The envoy is on a good journey."

At the door, someone was leaning on the car with folded arms, his eyes revealing indifference.

When he saw Lin Chiang, Chen Zhan considered whether to make a detour.It's a pity that the latter has already noticed him, and there is no chance for him to slip away: "How did the talk go?"

Chen Zhan nodded slightly, indicating that the matter had been resolved.

Lin Chiang was about to step in, but when he passed by, he stopped abruptly: "Kui Kui..."

Chen Zhan was helpless: "Kui Kui is Jiang Ying. She was so angry that I pretended to be a fortune-teller to lie to you, so she wanted to use her own way to treat her."

"Seven points similar..."

Chen Zhan sighed: "Jiang Ying's makeup skills are superb." After a pause, he said, "Should I feel at ease now?"

Lin Chiang's expression was extremely complicated, as if he hadn't gotten any comfort from Cai's words at all.

Chen Zhan ignored it and walked away.

He didn't stop thinking until he got on the bus.

In this list, the actor who suffered the worst should be the actor.The director works behind the scenes, no matter how much black material there is, as long as he can attract investment and make a good work, this history will soon be forgotten by people.

Actors are different. After Jiang Ying became famous, this past was uncovered, and he gradually fell from the first rank to the eighteenth rank.

The ground in the community was quite slippery, Chen Zhan didn't dare to be half-hearted, and walked extra carefully.

When passing the trash can, I saw a young man rummaging through it, frowning: "Someone has contracted this land."

The person named by him was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he couldn't laugh or cry: "I threw the key on the road and accidentally threw it into the trash can."

"..."

What kind of hobby is this?

Chen Zhan shook his head and went straight forward.

"Wait." The man shouted: "There are too many things in there, can you help me find them together?"

Turning sideways to look at him, Chen Zhan felt defensive. How could a normal person make such a request.

"It's too cold." The young man stretched out his red fingers, "Well, I'll pay you whether you can find it or not."

Just as Chen Zhan was about to refuse, a voice suddenly came from ahead: "Here is the Lord."

When he looked up, he saw the old man coming from the opposite door in a hurry.

The young man looked at Chen Zhan with a look of astonishment... Is the trash can in the community distributed?

Chen Zhan remembered that when he first came here, he wanted to earn some money by picking up bottles, but he was driven away by the old man like this.After explaining the situation in a few words, when he heard that there was money to be made, the old man wearing thick gloves quickly found a bunch of keys in the fruit peel.

The young man thanked them again and again, and repeatedly suggested that they must be invited to a meal.

He was still busy going to the scrap yard. Of course, the old man wanted to refuse, but Chen Zhan gave him a wink, swallowed the words, and nodded instead.

A few days ago, perhaps Chen Zhan would think that the person in front of him was enthusiastic and cheerful. After seeing Yin Ronglan's performances, he was almost sure that the other party came prepared.

"My name is Fang Jun." The young man introduced himself familiarly.

Chen Zhan: "Do you usually go online?"

Fang Jun wondered: "Of course."

Chen Zhan: "Then you should know who I am."

Fang Jun's smile was unnatural for an instant: "I just returned to China not long ago."

Chen Zhan didn't explore the truth or falsehood, just chatted casually.

At the restaurant, when Fang Jun bowed his head to order, he took a serious look for the first time, making sure that there was no intersection with this person in his memory.

As if sensing something, Fang Jun raised his head, and Chen Zhan looked back in time, recommending a few signature dishes here with a calm face.

Three people ordered a full table.

During the conversation, Fang Jun revealed that he had just bought a house in the community recently.

The old man was puzzled: "If you can study abroad, your family should be good. Why do you choose to buy here?"

"My family's conditions are mediocre," Fang Jun sighed, "after paying off the loan for studying abroad, I can use some spare money to buy a house, which is more cost-effective than renting."

The old man wanted to say a few more words, and noticed that the other party's attention was mostly focused on Chen Zhan, and frowned.

I want to remind a few words, but Chen Zhan is not on the road, as if he didn't notice anything, and still focused on the delicious food in front of him.

After a meal, the two exchanged contact information.

In the next few days, Fang Jun would take the initiative to call from time to time, mostly to inquire about the current employment situation in China.

It is not easy to check a person's identity, and academic ID cards can be faked.What Chen Zhan can do now is to follow his rhythm.

This happens only once and countless times.

The next meeting was at a club.

There are very few places to visit in winter. Although Y City has four distinct seasons, it is still a bit reluctant to build a ski resort.

Chen Zhan's card was given by the boss when he endorsed the volcanic mud perfume, and there is 3000 yuan in it for consumption.Unlike the people who came out to play around, he took a fancy to the fitness venue in the club.

Fang Jun happened to be walking out from the direction of the shooting gallery, and the two met in the elevator.

Chen Zhan raised his eyebrows: "Come out to play?"

Fang Jun smiled calmly: "Go to work."

Chen Zhan checked the time, and before he could ask a question, Fang Jun had already explained: "This place is open 24 hours a day, and there will be four shifts."

When the elevator went up to the first floor with fitness equipment, Chen Zhan left first.

The club is good at using holographic projection technology, and you can see exaggerated lighting effects wherever you go.The fitness area is a little more normal, except for the loud music, the overall environment is much more comfortable.

After exercising for about 10 minutes, Chen Zhan was disturbed by the movement at the door. Looking again, Fang Jun, who had already changed into work clothes, was blocked at the door and swearing at each other.

Fang Jun wanted to go around, but the strong man followed his direction and took a step towards the seat, smiling maliciously, and his hands began to be unruly.

Chen Zhan couldn't ignore the sight of the other party asking him for help, even though he felt bloody, he still walked over.

Beside the treadmill, there was a young man who was sweating profusely. He seemed not to want to meddle in other people's business, so he picked up the bottle and left.

No one knew that as soon as he walked out of this area, he ran at a faster speed, panting and calling Dad several times.

The wealthy businessman was rather dissatisfied: "What's the hurry?"

The boy swallowed his saliva: "There is a good show to watch."

These two were the father and son who had accidentally bumped into Chen Zhan and Yin Ronglan at the racecourse. The young man wanted to secretly learn language arts so that he could flirt with others, but was scared away by Chen Zhan's words of "Leading left and Huang right Qingcang".

Without further ado, the boy dragged him to the fitness area, and when he arrived, he found that there were several more people around.

Naturally, it was not just a teenager who discovered this good show. Yin Ronglan recruited a group of people into the water to make friends, and the "brilliant" deeds have long been spread in the circle.

Witnessing that Chen Zhan was set up by others, everyone called for friends and friends, and rushed to tell each other.

Fang Jun thinks that the plan is meticulous, even if Chen Zhan really inquires, he can only get the news that he is working here.

Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, it attracted many onlookers.

He didn't know what went wrong. There were very few people who came to the gym on weekdays, and most of them were cold-hearted, and kept away from troubles.

Whispering voices sounded from time to time: "Although the logo is cut off, the shirt must be a custom fit."

"Someone actually imitated Yin Ronglan and pretended to be poor to catch friends!"

"More than that! They're still catching the same person!"

Someone said softly, "Do you want to notify me?"

"I have asked someone to send a box of Laotan sauerkraut noodles, I believe he can understand the hint."

They looked at each other, looked at each other and then laughed: "Some people imitate my face, and others imitate my face."

The author has something to say: the hint given by Chen Zhan, the Tibetan script written in the novel.

Now the hint given by passers-by, a box of instant noodles, means that someone imitated your routine.

Yin Ronglan: Can you speak human language well?

Those who forget the teenagers and rich businessmen can skip to the end of Chapter 4.