The villain boss refused to divorce 【Rebirth】

"I can't take it anymore, this is still my first love! I have chased more than a dozen girls since I was a child, and this is the first one who promised me! The mother who even kisses me every day to say good night to me is actually more beautiful than me when she meets me. Still tall! I was kissed by force, do you know what he said? Try something and you’ll know! I’ll try..."

The bar manager who stood aside with arms crossed and a cold face said in a bad tone, "Sir, sir, you have already ordered eight bottles, and the membership card you gave us before has expired long ago without renewal, or else you can send it to us first. Bill settled?"

Song Mingzhan wiped away the tears that blurred his vision, and found that Fang Baizhou's other end was quiet and weird. He took the phone and checked it, only to find that the phone had been hung up, and the message skipped over very slowly.

- The name of the bar.

——I'm not free right now, so I'll find someone to redeem you.

Song Mingzhan's drunkenness dissipated because someone finally rescued him from the water and fire. He typed a few words quickly, and after heaved a sigh of relief, he leaned back on the soft sofa, crossing his legs contentedly, He leisurely waved his hand at the manager, "In half an hour, someone will come and help me pay the bill."

"Don't say it's eight bottles. I'll come to your place to drink again tomorrow. It's a trivial matter to buy eighty bottles. Not to mention, the sofa here is really soft. Where can I buy it..."

"How much, I will pay."

The colorful and dazzling lights in the line of sight were suddenly covered. Song Mingzhan raised his head, lifted his lower eyelids lazily, and met a pair of dark eyes, and the sleepiness that had just risen was wiped out.

"Looking for you for a long time."

Song Mingzhan's throat was blocked, and the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead was gently brushed away. The man's subwoofer and the soft and cute sweetheart when he was talking to the mic were simply two extremes.

"Baby's legs are quite long, and she runs so fast."

The ears were numb, Song Mingzhan shook abruptly, and the empty wine bottle he was holding fell to the ground, and it shattered with a crisp sound.

……

Hanging up Song Mingzhan's phone call and sending the location to Li Tezhu, completely unaware of the depths of the other party's situation, Fang Baizhou was watching the big screen with his hands clasped tightly. The moment the screen stopped, he drew five numbers in a row.

Wang Peipei froze as if struck by lightning, glanced at the screen and then at the thing in his hand.

Gasping in disbelief, she squeezed the ticket stub so hard that it almost tore into pieces, "Did you get me?"

"Oh my god, Peipei Peipei! It's really you! I always thought this kind of on-site lottery was shady! Damn, I started to cut Tangtang's face on the screen. Why is it so ah when I watched it live? , I’m so excited! There is no dead end and a beautiful face! This white turtleneck sweater is so beautiful. It’s a turtleneck sweater again. Last time Reuters also had a turtleneck. Does Tang Tang like this kind of style?”

Wang Peipei almost lost his grip on the SLR in his hand. Wang Peipei took a deep breath excitedly. In a few minutes, all the ten numbers on the stage were drawn, and the words "Drawing ended" popped out with the same joy of the host. , she suddenly felt a heavy sight falling on her shoulders.

Subconsciously looking at the past, I found that it was my wealthy and taciturn male fan No. 1. Although Brother No. 1 was wearing a mask and hat that could cover most of his face, the constant bad mood was blowing like a cold wind that could be transformed into reality. .

Wang Peipei swallowed, hesitated for a moment, and handed the ticket wrinkled with sweat to Fang Baizhou.

"Brother 1, why don't you give it to you? After all, you paid for all of us to be in the front row this time. If we were to sit in the back..."

Fang Baizhou raised his eyes slightly. On the screen, Tang Yu didn't look at the camera. His pointed chin was hidden in the soft collar, but his complexion was even fairer. The corners of his lips were carelessly hooked, as if he was saying something interesting to the people around him. .

"Don't give it to me."

Fang Baizhou looked away, pursed his lips slightly, and glanced at the thin piece of paper in Wang Peipei's hand that was swaying in the wind. He looked down at the ticket in his hand, and folded it twice to cover the numbers that did not win.

He never took what was rightfully his.

Without Tang Yu's help, he would have been insulated from luck.

……

Tang Yu frantically poked the beaming and smiling director Chen with the pen in his hand.

Director Chen touched his forehead, his voice was extremely gentle, "What's wrong with Xiao Tang?"

"Add one more." Tang Yu smiled flatteringly, "Drawing a few is not a lottery. We have printed so many copies of the stills and posters, and then we will draw a grand prize. Those who win will not only get a signed poster, but also the entire crew." Yes, wouldn't it be better?"

Tang Yu kicked Yu Mufeng calmly, and Yu Mufeng who blindly agreed immediately nodded, "Director Chen, he's right, take a big one."

Director Chen was a little shaken by what he said, "That's fine, it's not impossible to add links temporarily."

Tang Yu took advantage of the victory and pursued, "Don't let the host come to draw, let Yu Mufeng go up to draw, otherwise people will say that we are shady, and the drawn list has been prepared a long time ago."

Yu Mufeng was overjoyed, "This is very good."

With a forced smile on the corner of Shen Chuan's mouth, he leaned over, and subconsciously rubbed his hands on his knees, "What are you talking about?"

Yu Mufeng leaned his neck back and smiled politely, "Add a link, it's already agreed."

As he spoke, he moved the chair under his buttocks to Tang Yu's. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the smile on Shen Chuan's face was so stiff that it was completely unbearable, even disgusting.

Tang Yu heaved a sigh of relief when Director Chen agreed. He squinted his eyes slightly and searched for Fang Baizhou's location in the dark crowd. After finally confirming it, he found that the other party didn't look up at him at all, and he didn't know what he was doing with his head down.

Taking advantage of the time when the screen was showing the cutscenes that could be broadcast in advance, several leading actors stepped off the stage to rest for a few minutes. Director Chen went up to negotiate with the host about the new lottery quota.

Tang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, took out his phone to send a message in the dim light.

—See you, third row?

Fang Baizhou replied quickly and briefly.

--Um.

Tang Yu glanced at the opponent's position from the backcourt and found that he was still maintaining the same movements as before.

—Is there a baby on the ground?keep staring.

--No.

Tang Yu tapped the screen twice with his fingertips.

—What is the number, tell me the number.

- It's all over.

The shoulder was touched by Yu Mufeng, and there was a urging voice in his ear. Tang Yu stared at the screen in a daze, which seemed to be full of disappointment, and he whispered, "If you want to say nothing, let me guess .”

Offstage, Fang Baizhou didn't know where Tang Yu could see his every move. He was looking around every corner when his phone vibrated suddenly, displaying the latest news.

——I haven’t finished smoking, wait, brother will let you go through the back door.

……

Yu Mufeng whispered to Tang Yu slowly, "You, can you play the guitar?"

Tang Yu gave him a strange look, "No."

"I'm tone deaf, and I can't play any musical instruments." He lazily looked at Yu Mufeng's suddenly excited face, "What's wrong?"

Yu Mufeng barely stopped smiling, and pretended to cough lightly, "It's nothing, I'm just asking, you won't be fine, so you won't have a common language... No, I recently, recently I want to learn a little , In fact, I can sing well, and I can play the guitar well..."

Director Chen yelled not far away, but Tang Yu didn't hear what Yu Mufeng was muttering. He quickly took advantage of the last second before Yu Mufeng came to the stage and pulled Yu Mufeng's hand hard, almost pulling him away. Fell somersault.

Facing Yu Mufeng's puzzled eyes, Tang Yu patted him on the shoulder very sincerely, "Smooth well, I will cheer for you."

Suddenly feeling numb like an electric shock in his hand, Yu Mufeng glanced blankly at Tang Yu, then shook hands with him with a steady smile, "Don't worry, you want me to smoke your fans, don't you? I'll definitely give you one." Awesome."

Completely different from the happy atmosphere at the scene, Xiao Yi, who suddenly heard something strange from Tang Yu's words, pulled out from the TV series and watched Tang Yu's account balance shrink a little.

[No, don't!Hey, your habit is really bad!I shouldn't have been locked up in a dark room last time, but now you can... hey!point it!Is it too much to take a point in front of me! 】

[It's just a poster!It's still your signature!I thought there was nothing wrong with him just now! 】

Tang Yu looked at Yu Mufeng's back with relief, and replied subconsciously.

"You don't understand, Fang Baizhou is only superficially reserved, have you read the message he sent me? It's too short, these few words are typed, and he used to report the itinerary every day at least ten words, he must be sad now I'm going to cry."

【? 】

Realizing that he couldn't control the host's terrible behavior at all, he made a small hoarse sound.

[Listen to my analysis!If you save one unnecessary point on Fang Baizhou today, and another one tomorrow, there will be more than a dozen points in this month!When you calculate the progress of the mission like this, it’s like riding a rocket, isn’t it, isn’t it, is what I said wrong? 】

Tang Yu's voice was soft.

"Good idea, but I don't want to save money."

Fang Baizhou was unhappy, he could clearly feel it after such a distance.

……

Knowing that another lucky spot has been added, the audience is noisy.

Yu Mufeng stood in the middle with his hips akimbo, pressed the button on his hand, and a number suddenly froze on the big screen.

"The super lucky winner of this show! You can have the autographs of all the crew!" The host's voice sounded, "160! Can this fan with the number 160 stand up?"

Wang Peipei was still immersed in the excitement of winning the last game. He paused when he heard the number. She is 158, and her friend's number is 159. If it goes on like this, wouldn't it be 160...

The strong light shone fiercely.

The man who stood up straight carried a sense of oppression that made people dare not look directly at him.

Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a male fan. Yu Mufeng was stunned for a moment, took the host's microphone, and asked questions step by step, "Uh, this... fan, who do you like..."

Fang Baizhou was handed a cold microphone by the stage manager, and his voice was a little gentle when he said the name.

"I like Tang Yu."

"His autographed poster, can I have two?"

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【Mr. Fang: I won the prize for the first time :)】

The list of thanks is from yesterday~