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On the other end of the phone, Zheng Feng said "Hello" twice in a loud voice, Ling Shu touched his deaf ears, and then yelled back: "Brother Zheng, I need you for something, can you meet me?!"

No matter how much you don't like Zheng Feng, if you want to make a little money, you still have to be flexible.

Probably because the elegant spirit of the party was disturbed by someone, and the other party was quite impatient: "Why are there so many things? What are you meeting? If you have a fart, let it go now."

Listening to the absurd and out-of-tune singing over there, Ling Shu desperately told himself to bear it.

"Do you know the crew of "The World"? There is a role for me there, can you contact me for me?"

"What role? I'll talk about it in a few days. Don't bother me now."

Ling Shu: ...Fuck you, please bear with me.

He was about to curse when he suddenly heard another voice from over there: "Who is it? Fatty Lin? Come on, let him come over and open everyone's eyes to see what a fat man with first-class acting skills looks like!"

Immediately afterwards, there was a burst of "haha" laughter, unscrupulous.

Ling Shu heard that it was the voice of Wu Zhe, the Crown Prince of Mingyu.

He pursed his lips, and before he had time to answer, Zheng Feng said, "Okay, 'meet' club, come here by yourself."

Ling Shu took a deep breath, he would definitely be humiliated if he said it in the past, but it was impossible not to go, he couldn't let this opportunity pass.

The "Meeting" club, known to most people in the circle, is a private club with good confidentiality. Many celebrities come here because they cannot go to normal bars or KTV due to their status.

As long as you have money, no one cares how you indulge here, so many celebrities have a good time here.

But when he arrived, he was blocked by the security at the gate and refused to enter. When he called Zheng Feng again, no one answered.

Ling Shu: ...If this continues, I will probably be able to cultivate myself into a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!

In any case, the other party must be caught tonight, and it will be too late by tomorrow.

Ling Shu took two steps back, ready to wait outside for Zheng Feng and the others to come out, but unexpectedly found that there was another girl standing at the gate.

The girl knew "Lin Shu". After all, his figure is also very recognizable. Seeing that he was also stopped by the security guard at this moment, she came over and asked curiously: "Mr. Lin, hello, are you waiting for someone?"

Will stars be kept out too?

Ling Shu didn't feel her malice, nodded and replied, "Yes, what is the little girl doing here?"

"It's the same as you, waiting for someone." She hesitated for a while, then asked: "You and Wu Zhe..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the clubhouse was suddenly pushed open, and a line of crooked people came out, and the smell of alcohol could be smelled from a long distance away.

It was Wu Zhe and Zheng Feng, each of their faces were reddened by alcohol.

Ling Shu was at the bottom of the steps, his eyes stayed on the drunken Wu Zhe for a second, and then turned to Zheng Feng.

Fortunately, although his manager's face was a little red, at least his mind was clear.

After stepping up the steps, he said directly to Zheng Feng: "Brother Zheng, if you bother me, can you talk to me alone."

Zheng Feng helped Wu Zhe, who was staggering, and said angrily: "Don't you see that I am busy now? I will send Xiaozhe back later, and if I fart, let it go now, or don't say it!"

Ling Shu gritted his teeth: "The crew of "The World" has a suitable role for me, I hope you can help me win it."

Zheng Feng's reaction was to give Ling Shu a big white eye.

"Didn't you just come out of the hospital? Why don't you just take a good rest and rest. Is the crew of "The World" accessible to ordinary people?"

The company tried to squeeze Wu Zhe in before but failed, and this fat man actually wanted him to help him approach him. Do you want to eat swan meat?

Ling Shu insisted: "You help me win an audition first, what if I get it?"

Zheng Feng was impatient, and pushed him away casually: "Try some wool, if I say no, I won't!"

The prince can't get on, if you really get on, will the prince get slapped in the face for the second time?

The actions of the two finally attracted Wu Zhe's attention. After he came out, he blew the wind for a while, and at this moment his mind returned a little bit.

He opened his eyes, saw "Lin Shu" standing there, immediately pushed Zheng Feng away, and walked sideways to Lin Shu: "Hey, isn't this Fatty Lin whose acting skills match his tonnage? Tsk tsk, hurry up, everyone!" Come and see, the fat in this body is easy to pinch."

After he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand, ready to grab Ling Shu's face, while some messy people beside him were watching with interest, their eyes full of malice.

To everyone's surprise, the always weak "Lin Shu" took a step back and avoided Wu Zhe's hand.

Wu Zhe was taken aback by his actions, and then his heart became angry. Is this fat man so courageous?Unwilling to give up, he took another step forward and continued to reach out.

Ling Shu was more direct now, he simply swung the opponent's paw away.

Wu Zhe finally became angry from embarrassment: "Damn, you fat man, I'm willing to tease you to save face, you'd better stand here honestly, and let you go when I have had enough fun!"

Ling Shu ignored him, only looked at Zheng Feng seriously and said, "You really don't want to contact me?"

Zheng Feng was taken aback for a moment, the other party's bright eyes made him a little strange.

His intuition was a little strange. This person's demeanor and behavior seemed to be different from usual?Were you really stimulated the day you entered the hospital?

While thinking about it, he pulled Wu Zhe back to prevent him from fighting Ling Shu in front of the clubhouse. No matter how private the clubhouse is, it cannot completely hide from all the reporters.

Then he said coldly to Ling Shu: "If you say you can't do it, you can't do it. What are you talking about, why don't you leave quickly."

Ling Shu stood still, and the veins on the back of the hand hanging by his side were clearly visible. He tried to calm down and told himself not to worry, there was still a way.

Zheng Feng pulled Wu Zhe and was about to get into the car. The little girl who had been at the bottom of the steps suddenly moved when a group of people were about to pass by her.

She took out a notebook and a pen from her bag, walked up to Wu Zhe anxiously, and said, "Wu, Mr. Wu Zhe, I have been waiting for you here for a long time, can you sign your name for me?"

Wu Zhe himself was in a daze, and he was provoked by Ling Shu just now, how could he be in the mood to sign autographs for fans now?

So in the end, he only gave the little girl a cold look, and started to leave.

The little girl waited for a long time to come across this opportunity. From Wu Zhe's company to this club, she also knew that what she did was wrong, but she really couldn't help it.

She bit her lip nervously, and boldly took a step forward, ignoring the obstruction of Zheng Feng and others, while stretching out her notebook, she said: "Mr. Wu, please, my sister really likes you, you Sign it for me, she will..."

Wu Zhe had no place to vent his anger at first, but he felt that this kind of illegitimate fan was particularly unmanageable, coupled with the stimulating effect of alcohol, he suddenly exploded.

Zheng Feng didn't catch him alone, so he rushed forward and grabbed the girl's hair, and slapped her.

Then before the girl could react, he pushed her directly and started punching and kicking her.

Zheng Feng wanted to stop him, but as soon as he stretched out his hand, he was frightened by Wu Zhe's angry and threatening eyes. In the end, he simply withdrew his hand back and just watched coldly from the side.

Ling Shu, who was standing on the steps, became angry the moment the girl was pushed down.

He forgot his figure, raised his foot and rushed down the steps, but slipped without noticing. In just a short while, the girl had already been kicked several times.

He got up again and rushed over, pushed Wu Zhe away with all his might, and protected the little girl.

Wu Zhe had completely lost his mind, and became more angry after being pushed away, his eyes were bloodshot.

He jumped back and kicked Ling Shu a few times, but he still felt that it was not enough, so he said viciously to Zheng Feng: "If you don't help me beat this fat man to death today, you won't be in the company anymore."

Surrounding him were people from Mingyu, everyone had ugly faces, complaining about what "Shu Lin" was doing as a hero, which made the prince even more angry, because they just wanted to watch and didn't want to participate in the beating incident.

Seeing that they were not moving, Wu Zhe yelled again: "What are you doing, come on!"

In this way, the people who had been on the sidelines also joined the melee.

Ling Shu's movements were clumsy, he tried hard to fight back, and at the same time had to protect the girl under him, he gritted his teeth and his eyes were red, when someone kicked him, he could only retaliate as much as he could, but because of his limited size, he was still beaten many.

The security guards in the distance watched this farce indifferently. They only cared about making money and didn't want to cause trouble for themselves, as long as they didn't kill anyone.

The crowd didn't even notice that a slender figure came out from the balcony on the third floor of the clubhouse.

After the figure silently watched the farce below for a minute, he casually let go of a red wine bottle. The bottle fell from the sky, and a huge "bang" sound exploded around Ling Shu and Wu Zhe.

The bottle was shattered, glass shards splashed all over the ground, and even a small half of the red wine slowly flowed out, like blood meandering across the ground.

Wu Zhe and Zheng Feng were startled, and finally stopped. Ling Shu, who had been protecting the little girl, was also taken aback.

Wu Zhe raised his head angrily, but when he saw the figure on the balcony on the third floor, he was half sober from the wine, and the arrogance in his body also subsided a lot at that moment.

Ling Shu followed his line of sight, and saw Lu Ye holding a red wine glass in one hand and propping his chin on the railing of the balcony with the other, watching them fight leisurely.

Meeting everyone's eyes, actor Lu not only did not feel guilty at all, he even raised his sexy lips in a good mood, raised his red wine glass, and touched everyone in the air, as if he was not the one who dropped the red wine bottle just now.

Zheng Feng and Wu Zhe, who were almost scared to death: ...

The author has something to say: Lu Ye writes a poem: Toast Ling Shu with a glass of wine, and be friends with me tomorrow.