After pretending to be stupid, I cheated [Transmigration Book]

The sudden action of the big star not only frightened Shen Guangluo, but also everyone present.

Shen Guangluo didn't know any celebrities, he just felt that being caught by a stranger was kind of baffling.

But the stranger actually called out his name.

Shen Guangluo looked up at the face of the person in front of him, frowning, trying his best to search for memories from the remaining half of his face.

His jaw line is sharp, his lower lip is a little thicker than his upper lip, his red lips are slightly moist, and the part exposed from the sunglasses looks familiar.

An unformed guess gradually emerged in Shen Guangluo's head.

As if to confirm Shen Guangluo's guess, the big star took off his sunglasses, revealing dark brown pupils with upturned eye tails, gentle and deep.

It's Bo Wentong.

The action of taking off the sunglasses was like dropping a boulder on a calm lake, and the originally quiet atmosphere was blown away.

"Damn...fuck..."

"Am I dreaming..."

"Bo Wentong!"

"It's really Bo Wentong!

When people in the company heard that Bo Wentong was back, some people hurried out to report on their work.

Among them was a short-haired woman who had interviewed Shen Guangluo. She came out with a form, bowed first, and said in a respectful tone, "Mr. Bo, this is the list of people we have passed the interview today..."

Before she finished speaking, she noticed a boy in Bo Wentong's hand, looked up along the arm, and saw Shen Guangluo's face.

For a moment, her expression became extremely difficult, as if she was constipated: "Bo...Boss, this is your..."

Bo Wentong didn't hear the voices around him, he focused all his energy on sizing up Shen Guangluo, and his words of concern were like cannonballs: "Shen Guangluo, how did you come to Mingcheng? What are you doing here? No one is with you?"

When Bo Wentong faced Shen Guangluo, somehow he couldn't put on the aloofness of a heavenly king. Maybe it was because he was too fragile when he saw Shen Guangluo for the first time, or maybe it was because of Shen Guangluo's poor background.

Out of compassion, he couldn't help but care about Shen Guangluo more.

Bo Wentong obviously still regarded Shen Guangluo as that weak little fool from before.

Shen Guangluo looked at Bo Wentong and said nothing.

Bo Wentong didn't want to say much in front of the crowd. He grabbed Shen Guangluo's hand and waved to the staff perfunctorily: "I have something to do now, you all go to work first."

With big strides, Shen Guangluo was dragged into the elevator, and Shen Guangluo obediently followed.

The tip of Bo Wentong's evenly long index finger pressed the door close button with a snap.

The other trainees who wanted to get on the elevator were stunned by the scene in front of them. They couldn't figure out what was going on, and they didn't dare to take the same elevator with Bai Tianwang, so they could only stand outside the elevator door.

After the elevator door closed, Wang Lun's red-purple eyes moved, and he turned around slowly and asked his companion, "Am I dreaming? It was Bo Wentong just now..."

"Yes……"

"Why is he holding Shen Guangluo..."

"Maybe...should...it looks like they know each other."

"……day"

In the elevator, there were only Shen Guangluo and Bo Wentong.

Shen Guangluo was leaning against the elevator wall, and Bo Wentong was standing in front of him, his eyes were like two beams of X-rays, staring at Shen Guangluo as if he wanted to see into his heart and lungs through his skin.

Shen Guangluo felt a little uncomfortable being watched, he slowly pushed Bo Wentong's hand away, and said with a smile: "Mr. Bai, long time no see."

The words are correct, and the words are extremely calm, but the hands behind the back are clenched into fists, trembling slightly, as if they want to suppress the panic in the whole body into that palm.

Shen Guangluo, who has broken away from the identity of a little fool, still has times when he is at a loss, but he will also restrain his emotions at important times.

"You..." Bo Wentong pointed at Shen Guangluo.

Thousands of words were stuck in Bo Wentong's heart, and he didn't know what to say.

Or maybe there are some words that need to be said, and some words can be expressed with just an expression.

Bo Wentong looked at Shen Guangluo with a light smile on his face, he still had the slightest look of trembling in his arms and didn't even know what to say.

Shen Guangluo is not a fool.

What exactly is going on?

Bai Tianwang, who is usually well-informed, is rarely at a loss for words.

When the elevator reached the negative floor, Bo Wentong walked out the door stiffly, Shen Guangluo followed behind him, wanting to say goodbye.

Bo Wentong turned around, and his tall figure looked extraordinarily upright in the empty parking lot: "It's noon, let's have a meal together."

Shen Guangluo was thinking about how many companies he had to go to in the afternoon, but he also remembered that Bo Wentong had helped him. He silently rubbed his dry fingers and nodded in agreement.

After getting into the car, Bo Wentong drove all the way to a remote alley without saying a word.

At the end of the alley is a high-end Japanese food restaurant, which looks like a restaurant for entertainers.

The restaurant was well hidden, and the staff was not surprised to see Bo Wentong coming, and led him directly to the innermost box.

Bo Wentong pulled Shen Guangluo into the box, slammed the door, hung the coat on the hanger, and asked in a low voice, "Shen Guangluo, aren't you a fool?"

Bo Wentong walked a little anxiously, the silver hair that had been styled by hairspray was raised in a pinch on the top of his forehead.

The sunlight outside the window happened to shine on his face, and the silver hair glistened and spread to his shoulders and neck, as if it came down from the sky.

Only his eager eyes and the breath in his chest are uneven at this time, which makes him look like a mortal, possessing the seven emotions and six desires of human beings.

Shen Guangluo stood inside the door, rubbed his wrist with one hand, shrugged his shoulders and said casually: "I never said I was a fool."

He understood Bo Wentong's surprise.

Thinking in another way, no one can easily accept a person who has been stupid for more than ten years - he is not a fool.

A fixed cognition is like a foolish old man moving a mountain, it is difficult to change, so when this cognition is subverted, it is often accompanied by shaking of the earth.

Except for people with high IQ like Li Lunqing, who can see through it at a glance and accept it calmly.

Bo Wentong frowned, pulled out a chair from the dining table and sat in front of Shen Guangluo.

Looking at Shen Guangluo's face, he remembered a month ago.

At that time, Shen Guangluo was thin and thin, wearing a white shirt, with a pale complexion, and couldn't even utter a complete sentence, like a fragile porcelain doll that would melt when touched.

Especially when Shen Guangluo looked at Xie Yan, the panic in his eyes was like a deer, timid and soft.

As long as Bo Wentong saw his eyes, he couldn't stop feeling pity.

But now Shen Guangluo was dressed brightly, his hair was neatly cut and handsome, and the look in his eyes was indifferent and determined.

It's just like two people.

Can anyone really change that much?

Bo Wentong still found it a little difficult to accept. He picked up a glass of ice water and began to drink, thinking while drinking. It was not until he drank the whole glass of ice water that he barely digested the matter.

Bo Wentong: "Why?"

Shen Guangluo completely understood Bo Wentong's meaning for the sudden why.He was asking why Shen Guangluo pretended to be stupid?Why lie?And why can it be installed for so long?

In short, Shen Guangluo condenses all the questions into one answer. "for money."

Shen Guangluo's answer was realistic and straightforward.

Bo Wentong raised his eyebrows in confusion, and put the water glass back on the table.Repeatedly: "For the money..."

Many questions can be derived from the three words "for money", such as why can you get money by pretending to be stupid?For whose money?

For the rest, Shen Guangluo didn't want to say more.

He would not tell anyone that he was doing it for Xie Yan's money, let alone his relationship with Xie Yan, just like how Xie Yan tried to cover up his relationship with Shen Guangluo back then.

To cover it up, there is no silver 300 taels here.

At that time, Xie Yan always thought that Shen Guangluo wanted their relationship to be exposed, and wanted to better keep Xie Yan by his side.

But Xie Yan never imagined that Shen Guangluo was actually more reluctant than him to expose the relationship between the two of them.

Bo Wentong and Shen Guangluo were not acquainted, so he regained his sanity.

Shen Guangluo obviously didn't want to say more about some things, so he didn't ask any more.

Bo Wentong called the waiter and ordered some very light seafood, most of which were eaten raw. Shen Guangluo didn't like eating raw food very much. He swallowed while looking at the dishes on the table, but he didn't have much appetite.

So he grabbed the cooked crab and started breaking it off.

He didn't grasp it firmly, and the crab legs flew out with a whoosh, startling Bo Wentong on the opposite side.

Shen Guang fixedly looked at the crab legs flying out.

"What's wrong?" Bo Wentong asked.

Shen Guangluo came back to his senses, smiled at him and said, "It's nothing, I'm sorry, I almost hit you." He continued to peel the crabs with his hands.

Shen Guangluo wasn't very good at peeling crabs, so he broke them off in a hurry, and the crab meat that was peeled off became thin crumbs.

Not chewy.

While eating, Shen Guangluo felt that the crabs in this restaurant were not tasty, as if they were not as delicious as the ones eaten in Xie Yan's.

During the meal, Shen Guangluo chatted with Bo Wentong. Bo Wentong asked Shen Guangluo's purpose for going to the company today. Shen Guangluo confessed that he was going to interview trainees, but unfortunately he didn't make it.

Regarding today's interview situation and unfair treatment, Shen Guangluo didn't mention a word.

He is not a person who likes to complain, especially Bo Wentong is not familiar with him.

The gap between the two is the sky.

Shen Guangluo didn't intend to have a heart-to-heart relationship with Bo Wentong.

Bo Wentong picked up a piece of salmon, dipped it in seafood vinegar, and suddenly laughed: "You haven't learned dancing or singing before, how can you be a trainee? Being an artist is very hard, especially the artists in our company need strength Yes, a pretty face is not enough."

There was a faint smile in the middle of Bo Wentong's smile. It's not right to call that kind of laughter a mockery, it's more kind than a mockery, but Shen Guangluo still felt that his implication was that he was overthinking himself.

Shen Guang dropped his chopsticks for a meal.

It was the same situation as in the interview again, everyone was not optimistic about him, even Bo Wentong who had good intentions.

Shen Guangluo ticked the corner of his mouth, and responded with a self-deprecating tone: "Yeah, I also just realized that being an artist is not just based on appearance."

Let others think whatever they want.

Shen Guangluo didn't care.

After all, in the eyes of the people of this world, he has been a fool for more than ten years, and he still chased after Xie Yan without dignity every day. If he said something, he might be thought to be daydreaming.

Halfway through the meal, Bo Wentong's phone rang.

He picked up the phone and said a few words in a low voice. He guessed that things were a little urgent on the other side of the phone. Bo Wentong's voice was a little louder, and the sound seemed to be something like album preparation.

Shen Guangluo picked up vegetables for dinner silently.

Bo Wentong hung up the phone, pretending to stand up, and said to Shen Guangluo, "I'm sorry, something happened here, I have to go to the company first."

Shen Guangluo wiped his mouth and got up, "Is something serious? Do you need help?"

Originally, he was just caressing casually, but Bo Wentong sighed and actually told him.

Bo Wentong's album is currently in the preparation stage and is expected to be released next month, but now the composer of a song in the album is suddenly unwilling to authorize it. bought.

The problem now is that if the song cannot be authorized, Bo Wentong cannot sing this song, and there is a lack of a song position in the album.

Time is very urgent, and Bo Wentong's voice is very unique, which cannot be controlled by ordinary composers.

This album focuses on the affectionate style, and it is Bo Wentong's transformation work. He wants to set foot in from the singing and dancing idol school to the affectionate and capable school, so this album is very important.

Now that this kind of mistake has happened, I can't find a suitable song to replace it for a while.

If they want the album to be released smoothly, they need to find a suitable composer to compose the music in less than a month. After that, Bo Wentong needs to practice, shoot the MV, and a series of productions.

Time is limited.

Now everyone in the company is overwhelmed by this matter, and Bo Wentong's rare return to the company today is also because of this matter.

Bo Wentong originally thought that Shen Guangluo would not understand what he was talking about with Shen Guangluo.

Who knows, Shen Guangluo listened very seriously. After listening, he blinked, picked up the water cup and took a sip of tea in thought, as if mustering up the courage to say: "Are you looking for a composer now? Do you think I can do it?" ?”

"Huh?" Bo Wentong almost laughed when he heard this.

If he hadn't already known that Shen Guangluo was a normal person, he might really have thought Shen Guangluo was a fool.

He has no skills, but he is quite courageous. He dared to participate in the trainee election, and now he even dared to take the job of composing in his arms.

Bo Wentong said while picking up the clothes, "This is not a joke, it's very important."

Another direct rejection.

Just like interviews, they simply refuse to give themselves a chance.

Shen Guangluo lowered his head, pinching the cup with his fingers and trembling slightly: "Mr. Bai, I'm not kidding, give me a chance, what if I can do well? Even if I'm overthinking myself, it's fine if you don't use me." I won't waste your time."

Shen Guangluo's voice was very low, but he spoke a little hastily, he realized that his words were too fierce just now.

The current Shen Guangluo is nothing, why should he ask someone stronger than him to give him a chance.

Shen Guanglu paused: "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, I just want you to give me a chance..."

Bo Wentong looked into his eyes, and remained silent for some reason. He paused, put on his coat, and said, "This afternoon, the company happened to find a few composers for screening. Let's go together."

Because Bo Wentong let go, Shen Guangluo was still humming a little tune involuntarily even after getting into the car.

Bo Wentong put on his seat belt and glanced at him. Shen Guangluo was sitting in the passenger seat. Unlike when he came to eat, he now had an irrepressible smile on his face.

Shen Guangluo had a pretty smile, his eyelashes showed curved arcs, his red lips were drawn up into a line, he hummed a light tune from his nose, and his shoulders swayed accordingly.

The happy cells emanating from Shen Guangluo's body seemed to be contagious, and Bo Wentong was also made to smile.

Are you really that happy?

Bo Wentong smiled and shook his head. He just promised to give Shen Guangluo a chance. Such a simple thing can make him happy like a child who has eaten toffee.

It's so easy to satisfy.

Shen Guangluo was swiping his phone with his head down, but after eating a meal, several WeChat messages popped up on his phone.

Shen Guangluo was fiddling with his mobile phone, and saw that someone had sent him a friend request again. The profile picture was still the high ponytail who had struck up a conversation with him in the morning, and the note said: I am Yang Tang!

Shen Guangluo had just clicked through, and Yang Tang on the other side seemed to be guarding the phone, and the WeChat immediately sent it.

Bubble Gum: I'm Yang Tang, do you remember me?

Lightyear: I remember.

I don't know if Shen Guangluo's answer was too cold, or if the two of them really had nothing to say, the other side was silent for a long time before choking out a sentence.

Bubblegum: Can I ask you a question?

Lightyear: What's the problem?

Bubble Gum: What's the relationship between you and Bo Wentong...

In fact, Shen Guangluo already had a premonition in his heart that she would ask about Bo Wentong, but he was still taken aback when he saw it at first.

He turned his head to look at Bo Wentong's profile while driving, he was handsome and handsome, and thought this question was a little funny.

What could he have to do with Bo Wentong?

The relationship between heaven and earth.

Shen Guangluo turned around and was about to reply when he saw Yang Tang sending several more WeChat messages, explaining hurriedly.

Bubble Gum: I'm not trying to pry into your privacy.

Bubble Gum: I'm just curious and ask casually, you don't have to say anything if you don't want to.

Shen Guangluo thought for a while, and typed a few words: It's okay, he and I should be regarded as ordinary friends.

The word "ordinary friend" is already very unfamiliar, but it still surprised the little trainees gathered there.

A few people were lying in the cafe chattering, Wang Lun stared at Yang Tang's mobile phone screen for a long time, clasped his hands together, bowed to Yang Tang again and again, almost fell to his knees with a bitter plop on his face.

Yang Tang rolled his eyes and continued typing.

Bubble Gum: Wang Lun said he was sorry for his disrespectful behavior to you this morning, and wanted to add you as a WeChat friend to personally apologize to you, is that okay?

Three words were replied in seconds on WeChat: No need.

Yang Tang held the phone up in front of Wang Lun, Wang Lun's pug-like face instantly collapsed when he saw the words on the screen.

Yang Tang said harshly to him: "Yes! Make your dog's mouth unable to spit out ivory."

Wang Lun supported the table with his hands, rubbed his hair desperately, and looked annoyed that he wanted to jump off the building: "How did I know that he knew Bo Wentong! I... I came here for Bo Wentong, he is my idol... What can I do now, have I offended him...I...what can I do..."

Wang Lun said that the voice behind him was already crying. He sniffed, climbed onto the table with a grunt, buried his head in his arms, and said in a muffled voice, "I will... never talk cheap again... Woooooooooooooooo..."

Bo Wentong took Shen Guangluo to the company, and the two walked into the conference room one after the other.

After the door closed, the staff in the company immediately got together and whispered together, they were no longer surprised by Bo Wentong's super good looks.

This discussion is mainly about Shen Guangluo.

"Who is that boy? Why haven't I seen it before?"

"I guess it's a starlet from another family. It's so pretty."

"Wow, I don't know if you didn't come this morning. He is a trainee who came to our company for an interview today. It is said that during the interview, Sister Sun dismissed him with a few words, and he didn't even ask him to perform. He just didn't pass. Who the hell Knowing that he knows Boss, Sister Sun panicked in the morning."

Sister Sun is the short-haired woman who interviewed Shen Guangluo in the morning.

The staff gathered together took a silent look at Sister Sun's office. The curtains in the office were drawn and dark, and the people who used to be busy in the past are now sluggish in the office and dare not come out.

One of the employees pursed his mouth and said in a low voice: "So, don't offend people indiscriminately in the company. Some people look bad and have a big background, so you can't afford to offend them."

They are still chatting outside, but the meeting room has already started to talk about business.

The frontmost seat in front of the long conference table was reserved for Bo Wentong.

The four or five people sitting on the right are the production team of Bo Wentong's album, and the seven or eight people sitting on the left are a few composers hired by the management, most of whom are relatively well-known.

After Shen Guangluo followed Bo Wentong into the room, he silently took the last seat on the composer's side. Bo Wentong introduced to everyone: "This is my friend." Then he turned on the head projector and pointed at The score on the screen begins to explain the compositional style and rules.

Shen Guangluo propped his head and listened carefully. He didn't bring paper and pen, so he silently wrote it down in the notebook on his mobile phone.

After spending more than an hour, Bo Wentong finished the composition requirements, put his hands on the conference table and said, "This time the composition deadline is one week."

As soon as these words came out, the meeting room immediately exploded.

"A week..."

"This……"

"Boss, time is too tight, it is really difficult to meet your request." A composer with dreadlocks directly expressed his opinion.

Bo Wentong smiled and said: "I know, I also want to give you some more time, but the reality doesn't allow it. This album will be released next month, whoever can write a suitable song can participate in my The follow-up production of the entire album will also get the authorship right, which is also the benefit that our company gives to everyone."

The composers in the conference room stopped talking. Although they were all relatively well-known composers in the circle, they were not yet at the top level.

If he can really participate in the entire production of Bo Wentong's follow-up album, then it can be said that he will become a gold medal composer in the circle.

The opportunity is too rare.

Dirty Braid raised his head and nodded to the composer present.

There are seven people in total, which means that there are seven competitors. Everyone looks at each other with a sense of competition in the air.

Bo Wentong's gaze was smiling, and he just happened to glance over the seven people. When he finally met Shen Guangluo, he hesitated for a moment, and Shen Guangluo smiled at him and said, "Let me try it too. I can do it in a week. Write the tune."

Shen Guangluo's voice was quiet, but it surprised everyone present.

Everyone else in the venue thought Bo Wentong had brought a friend of his to listen, but they didn't expect this friend to take their chance.

Several composers laughed at that time.

Composing is not just about being able to sing a few songs and write a few notes. It requires experience and talent.

And this kind of talent is definitely not something that a melon egg can talk about.

An older member of the production team raised his chin and looked Shen Guangluo up and down.

The boy in front of him looked to be in his early twenties at the most, with a young and carefree look on his face.

Maybe you haven't even heard a few songs, so you think you can write music?

He laughed and shook his head: "Young man, have you ever written a song? The composers we invited are all well-known composers who have won awards at home and abroad. Doesn't it mean that you can hum a few songs to be eligible to give Bai Wen Tong wrote the music, we are not training composers now."

The implication is that they are not playing with the children.

Shen Guangluo pinched the phone in his hand.

He has no experience, no qualifications, and he can't even find a reason to let others delay a few minutes for him.

Bo Wentong relieved him in a timely manner: "Brother Zhou Ming, give him a chance, he is my friend."

In the end, I got a chance by relying on the reason of Bo Wentong's friend.

Everyone looked at Bai Wentong's face and did not continue to refute, and walked out of the meeting room one after another.

Shen Guangluo sat on his seat without moving. He looked up and watched Bo Wentong come to his side, leaned down and asked gently, "Did you understand what I just said?"

Shen Guangluo nodded: "I wrote it all down on my phone."

"That's good." Bo Wentong sat on the stool beside him: "Add me on WeChat, and you can ask me if you don't know anything."

Shen Guangluo took out his mobile phone, added Bo Wentong's WeChat, then tilted his head to look at Bo Wentong's face, hesitating to speak.

Bo Wen turned his head and looked at Shen Guangluo with a tacit understanding: "What do you want to say?"

Shen Guangluo swallowed, and said softly, "I want to thank you..."

Bo Wentong turned his head and continued to fiddle with the phone: "It's a little effort, there is nothing to thank."

"It's not just about today's incident." Shen Guangluo said, "It's also about the camera incident back then."

Bo Wentong froze for a moment, as if he remembered Xie Shengsheng's daily banquet.

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, but finally hesitated for a moment, shook his head with a smile and said, "Forget it, I still won't ask."

Shen Guangluo didn't say much.

He was very grateful to Bo Wentong for not asking anything and willing to believe him.

There were some things that Shen Guangluo couldn't explain clearly, nor could he explain.

The two chatted casually again, and Bo Wentong was busy catching up with the announcement. Shen Guangluo came out of the company, and it was already past eight o'clock in the evening when he returned home.

After a casual meal, he lay on the rattan hanging chair in the garden outside the villa to enjoy the breeze.

He just bought this hanging chair a few days ago, and he specially selected the best materials and airlifted it back from Italy.

The hanging chair is large, covered with thick cotton cushions, like a comfortable bed, and there are two high stools to match.

Shen Guangluo was alone in the family, so he used the stool as a table and put it next to the hanging chair, so it was very convenient to take things with him.

Shen Guangluo's favorite thing to do every night is to wear pajamas and half lean on the hanging chair, make a cup of tea, and watch the scenery of the sea in the distance, as well as the noisy crowd playing, it feels as if he is also in the Among them, it is very comfortable.

Sometimes he fell asleep with the swing of the hanging chair, and it was often late at night when he woke up again.

When Shen Guangluo was lying on the hanging chair tonight, he was holding a stave book and a wooden pencil in his arms.

The time for one song in seven days is indeed very short, enough to make the composer burnt out, but Shen Guangluo is not in such a hurry.

Shen Guangluo has written many songs, for him to write a lyrical song, what is more important is the state of mind, not the time.

I can't bring up the feeling in my heart, and I can't write it even for a year.

But if he can find a certain moment of inspiration and bring him into it, he can create a song in just half an hour.

The wind was a bit strong at night, Shen Guangluo pulled the thin blanket beside him to cover it.

The sky at night is very wide and wide, forming a line with the beach and stretching to the end. The black hole is a bit scary, and the waves roll up the gravel and beat on the shore, as if they can drag everyone on the beach into the sea.

Shen Guang settled down and swayed along the hanging chair, humming softly, writing and drawing on the stave with a pencil in his hand.

"Shen Guangluo."

A low, cold voice came from the grass behind him.

Snapped!

Shen Guangluo shook his hand, and the tip of the pencil in his hand broke, leaving a long mark on the white paper. He slowly straightened up from the hanging chair, and the hairs on his back stood up in layers.

The pen slipped from his hand, rolled twice on the ground, and fell into the grass.

This voice is very familiar, even if it turns into gray and light, it is impossible not to recognize it.

With the sound of footsteps approaching, Shen Guangluo just felt that every step was stepping into his heart, his heart was trembling non-stop, and his whole body was trembling.

He wants to run, but this is his home, where can he run?

blah blah blah...

Sensing the sound of footsteps, Shen Guangluo walked around the hanging chair from behind him, and walked in front of him step by step, Shen Guangluo's heart tightened every time he took a step.

Until that person stood in front of Shen Guangluo completely.

Shen Guangluo squeezed the blanket on his body tightly, and the knuckles on his hands were bluish white due to the force.

Xie Yan was wearing black clothes and black trousers, his hair was disheveled by the sea breeze and hung on his forehead.

He was very tall, and he had to lower his eyelids to see Shen Guangluo's face, so Xie Yan's cat-like eyes lowered slightly, staring at Shen Guangluo all the time.

After looking at it for a few seconds, Xie Yan took two steps forward and pulled out the notebook that Shen Guangluo was holding in his arms.

He flipped through two pages, and suddenly squinted his eyes and laughed.

The laughter made Shen Guang panic, and then Xie Yan's face sank suddenly, and he threw the notebook in his hand to the ground.

He grabbed Shen Guangluo's jaw, lowered his voice and said, "Shen Guangluo, you have been lying to me all this time."

The author has something to say: I plan to advance the update on Saturday, so there may be one or two updates on Friday.

Is there any friend who has extra nutrient solution and is willing to water me? When I saw my double-digit nutrient solution today, I suddenly felt that I didn’t have a lot of noodles...

Well, anyway, I am also a person who wants to save face.

感谢在2021-01-0615:47:02~2021-01-0721:09:08期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Kiryu War Rabbit 1;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!