The devil does not play cards according to the routine [Entertainment circle]

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1 .....

Under what circumstances can you forget someone who is very important to you.

Wen Yao didn't dare to guess the real answer, but when he saw Yu Zhengwei, he seemed to have glimpsed the truth.

The young man standing in the yard basking in the sun stands like a green pine, and his aura is more stable than before.

Wen Yao was surprised, it looked like he had grown up since he hadn't seen her all night, and his appearance was beautiful and slightly aggressive.

What did the bastard Mervyn do!

Wen Yao took a breath, his primary school brother is an "upright" person, it is impossible to do this.Yu Zhengwei has undergone such a big change, of course, it may also be because he was betrayed by his teammates and finally thought about it.

After all, no matter how ignorant of the world is, he will start to stretch out his minions.

Wen Yao walked into the yard and saw things piled up on the grass... Instantly dispelled the evaluation of Yu Zhengwei's "integrity" just now.

"It's been a while since you've been here." Yu Zhengwei raised his head and glanced at Wen Yao, then continued to frown at the clothes and toiletries on the ground, "How should we dispose of this rubbish?"

Wen Yao: …………I’m afraid that he moved all the things of that person down.

"It's better to ask the master."

"You are so familiar with Mervin, you must know who these things belong to," Yu Zhengwei raised his forehead, "No, whoever it is, burn it first and then talk about it."

The Lord Mojun felt that he was too strange, and it was not the character of the Mozu to think about the past and the future, so he planned to continue to follow his original intention.

"Hey!" Wen Yao didn't have time to stop, and saw Yu Zhengwei waving his hand, and he didn't know what he had thrown, and the piled up items actually caught fire quickly.

Wen Yao: ...

Wen Yao... Wen Yao... was speechless, and silently took a photo and sent it to Mervin.

[Merwen]: ...

2 .....

Not quite right...

Yu Zhengwei removed the fire again, and cast a spell to restore it to its original state.

Recently, he was too abnormal, Yu Zhengwei touched the beating heart in his chest, thinking to himself that it must be because of the fusion of this human body that made him more abnormal.

Wen Yao, who had just filed a lawsuit, raised her head and realized... nothing seemed to have happened.

After poking open the photo of the fire on the phone, and comparing it to the scene without any trace of arson, Wen Yao rubbed his eyes, and walked over to look at the intact clothes on the ground.

"Didn't it catch fire just now?" It was still burning fiercely, why is there no ash at all?

"You read it wrong. You need someone to help you put these clothes back in the original room." Yu Zhengwei tapped his lips with his finger and thought, "Ah, if that person doesn't like it, you can buy new ones for him."

Wen Yao picked his ears, the kid in front of him just now didn't have such a pure reaction, and then... Wen Yao heard...

"I wanted to throw it away at first, but then I thought it would be better if his room was here, otherwise why would I sleep in the same room as Mervin."

Wen Yao: ... Huh? ? ?

Wen Yao put on an awkward yet polite smile, he really didn't know whether he should let Yu Zhengwei beware of Merwen or let Mervin beware of Yu Zhengwei.

"I will arrange another place for you to live in." Wen Yao tried hard to dissuade.

"No, actually I prefer the artist's apartment before." Yu Zhengwei turned his head to look at Changzhu Courtyard, this kind of golden house hides its beauty, it doesn't look like a house that Mervin would come to often.

It would be better for him to stay in a place with rations for a long time, so as to facilitate his practice.

Wen Yao: ... No, no, you should live here.

"Wei Yehua is sick, did you know?" Wen Yao had a headache thinking about the topic that had just been suppressed on Weibo, no matter how you look at it, living here is better than living in an apartment.

"Is the ration sick? Seriously?" Yu Zhengwei looked serious, cotton candy is very important!

"Mouth... rations?" Wen Yao covered his face with his hands, feeling that Xiaobaicai was taking those teammates for dinner in private, is it too late for him to apply for an artist change...

"Slip of the tongue, it's Wei Yehua." Yu Zhengwei patched up what he said without sincerity.

"The high fever doesn't subside, and he's still hanging water in the hospital. Does his illness have something to do with you?" Wen Yao followed Yu Zhengwei into the house a little bit sluggishly, and he always felt that the truth he would ask later would be Things he didn't particularly want to know.

"However, lying naked in the bathtub all night, I'm really weak." Then he caught a cold, and Yu Zhengwei became more and more disgusted with the mortal physique.

Seeing that the manager looked confused and didn't understand, Yu Zhengwei explained a little more carefully: "He wanted to touch me yesterday, I thought about it for a while, and I thought it would be better to strike him first and knock him out..."

Wen Yao gasped when he heard "hands and feet", Yu Zhengwei's shell is really easy to provoke rotten peach blossoms, and he didn't expect that the one who was thought to be the least likely to make a move in the group actually hugged Yu Zhengwei like this An unforgivable thought.

The thought only drifted away for three seconds, and then heard Yu Zhengwei say "strike is the best", before he breathed out, and then heard "stripping", Wen Yao was so frightened that his face flushed from choking.

"Are you OK?"

"It's okay, what's next?" Wen Yao looked at Yu Zhengwei, who looked innocent and caring about him: "Goose drop, be good... Is this fake cuteness and real black belly, or is it just a white cut black stuffed with sesame seeds?"

"Then," Yu Zhengwei said with a look of pity, "Mer Wen picked me up." Otherwise, he would be Wei Yehua today, so why would he have to bear this thin body.

"Okay, okay, let's ignore those bastards for now." Wen Yao pulled Yu Zhengwei's wrist and walked into the room, preparing to talk to Yu Zhengwei about his future work schedule.

Yu Zhengwei struggled, pulled Wen Yao back, rubbed his stomach with the other hand and said, "I'm hungry, can you cook?"

Demons are never hungry, because Yu Zhengwei's reaction to "hungry" was very slow because his body was not fully fused before.At this moment, after completely merging his body, his senses rose, and he finally experienced the six desires of a real human being.

"What time is it?" Wen Yao was furious, "You haven't eaten in the morning or at noon!?"

Yu Zhengwei shook his head, then nodded again.

3 .....

Wen Yao originally wanted to order a takeaway for Yu Zhengwei directly, but the little ancestor was very picky, he had to go out, and he had to choose a place with a lot of people to sit and eat.

After talking about it, Yu Zhengwei gave up the idea of ​​experiencing life in the streets and alleys.Wen Yao turned around and immediately hunched over Yu Zhengwei to an ancient Chinese restaurant.

It met Yu Zhengwei's need to be popular, and more importantly, Merwin had an independent private room here, which made Wen Yao's sense of security doubled.

However, Yu Zhengwei is not a person who likes to follow a routine.This time, the first thing is to eat, and the second is to check the effect of the practice after becoming a demon. Yu Zhengwei immediately chose to sit in the hall to bear the brunt.

"Other artists are very obedient and listen to their managers, why don't you be more obedient." Wen Yao looked weakly at Yu Zhengwei who was already ordering food.

"Eating is a major event in life," Yu Zhengwei recruited Zhao Wenyao, "Hurry up and help me order."

Wen Yao: ...

It was obviously the first time the waiter saw Qi Chen alive, his eyes were shining, and he pursed his mouth as if to gossip.Wen Yao immediately ordered a few signature dishes, and ordered a stomach-nourishing porridge, which drove the waiter away.

Yu Zhengwei casually scanned the people in the hall, the fog was colorless, what's going on?

The soul tentacles found a person's mist and poked it, and found that it hadn't been brewed yet.

This was the first time he encountered the whole process of fog generation, and Yu Zhengwei carefully observed the emotional changes of these humans.

According to what Yu Zhengwei discovered before, all he can absorb are negative emotions, and pink, on the contrary, represents happiness.And the people in the restaurant didn't seem to be Qi Chen's fans, so they didn't have too much emotion towards him.

Yu Zhengwei, who was looking for the answer, was caught off guard by a huge pink blob of eyeballs...it felt a little spicy to his eyes.

Wen Yao saw that there was something wrong with the expression of his own artist, and looked over, it was Qu Tong.However, compared with Qu Tong's joyful expression, Yu Zhengwei was so indifferent that he didn't know Qu Tong at all.

Wen Yao, who had imagined "Shuangyue Qutong and Qi Chen=big drama" before, was ashamed, and his little ancestor never noticed the big stage set by others.

But, yes, otherwise how could there be so many songs full of meaning.

"That's Qu Tong, Qu Yingxi's exclusive lyricist." Wen Yao had no choice but to remind Yu Zhengwei, wondering if it was necessary for Yu Zhengwei to popularize some celebrities in the entertainment industry.

"Huh." Pink, sweet chirping, disgusting.

Yu Zhengwei snorted coldly in disgust, and continued to eat with his head down.

The corners of Qu Tong's mouth stiffened instantly when he grinned, and his heart was broken all over the floor.After struggling in his seat for a few minutes, Qu Tong stood up decisively and walked towards Yu Zhengwei.

"Qi Chen, Mr. Wen, hello." Qu Tong knew "Qi Chen"'s cold temper, so he would definitely ignore him, and sat down beside Yu Zhengwei as he knew the way.

Wen Yao:? ? ?Did the young master of the Qu family lose his mind today? ?