After marrying a vegetative boss

Lu Mianchuan's acting career is booming.

By mistake, he has become the most popular male star at the moment.

There are some things you don't know until you become a star.

Lu Mianchuan: Thank you for the invitation. The days when I was the CEO were wasted.

Only now do I realize that singing and dancing on stage and filming commercials are what I love the most.

What was the peerless show 〇 that men in nightclubs wanted to sleep most in the past.

Now 3000 million netizens all over the country want to sleep with me.

After Baiyao heard Lu Mianchuan's answer, the yogurt in his mouth almost spewed out.

"Can you stop being so ambitious?"

Lu Mianchuan gave Baiyao a look that you don't understand me.

"Don't slander me, my ambition is great, okay?"

"I want those men to know that yesterday's me you love to ignore, but now you can't stand up to me. Right, Mr. Feng."

Lu Mianchuan jokingly looked at Feng Zhuojun who was changing the child's diaper.

Feng Zhuojun completely ignored Lu Mianchuan's joke.

But if you are in a good mood, you will reply to him a few words.

For example, at the moment Feng Zhuojun is in a good mood, after changing Pingping's diaper, he raised his head and said to Lu Mianchuan: "There are so many people who want to sleep with you, so stay away from my wife, and my wife doesn't want to sleep with you."

Lu Mianchuan hugged Baiyao's arm and made faces at Feng Zhuojun.

"I only care about medicine, so I won't stay away. I'm still holding Yaoyao, so hit me."

Feng Zhuojun glanced at the time.

Said: "There is still time to go now, don't blame me for not reminding you, Song Lang will come over in half an hour."

Lu Mianchuan's smile froze, but soon regained his smile.

"Does it matter to me whether he likes to come or not? We don't know each other well."

Having said that, Lu Mianchuan played with the baby in his arms for a while, then left with the excuse of having something to do.

Feng Zhuojun smiled.

Still wanting to rob him of his wife, it's not just a matter of him making a phone call.

When Lu Mianchuan left, Song Lang happened to come over.

Two cars passed by the gate of the community.

Lu Mianchuan recognized Song Lang's car at a glance.

He subconsciously adjusted his sunglasses.

When Song Lang entered the door, he subconsciously glanced at the Maserati who was walking in the opposite direction, and always felt that it looked familiar.

But thinking that Lu Mianchuan was still at Feng Zhuojun's house, he drove the car in without thinking too much.

Song Lang arrived at Feng Zhuojun's house and looked around first.

Bai Yao said: "Don't look, the person has already left."

Song Lang adjusted his glasses and said oh.

He said awkwardly: "I just want to see where the remote control of your air conditioner is, it's a little hot."

Feng Zhuojun ruthlessly revealed: "Is it the hot weather or you?"

Song Lang sat down where Lu Mianchuan sat just now.

The sofa cushions were still warm.

Looking at the uneven marks on the sofa, Song Lang seemed to be able to imagine Lu Mianchuan's improper sitting posture, so he naturally leaned loosely on the sofa, and said some incoherent words.

At hand, Song Lang suddenly saw a document.

The cover reads "Daddy is a Hero".

It looks like a variety show script.

Back at the company, the manager looked at Lu Mianchuan who was wandering around every day, showing a headache.

"I said little ancestor, do you know how hot you are now?"

"Don't run around, don't run around. It's not good to be photographed."

Lu Mianchuan's ears were almost callused from hearing these words.

But is he the kind of obedient person?

He is proud.He never changed after repeated admonition.

The manager was also very helpless towards Lu Mianchuan.

Knowing that this is a prince who has a rich family and comes to the entertainment industry just for fun.

Tell me, other entertainers with a bit of traffic, who don't work non-stop, can't wait to be exhausted.

There is no one as leisurely as Lu Mianchuan, who just pushes the announcements that he doesn't want to answer.

He also picks and chooses the endorsements and scripts that others may not be able to snatch, and he is not at all interested in the exposure that others want to get.

But these did not affect the love of netizens for him.

Lu Mianchuan's character is like a mudslide in the entertainment circle.

Or strawberry magma, which just grew on the taste buds of netizens.

The agent asked: "That dad is the hero of the variety show, have you considered it, should you accept it or not?"

Lu Mianchuan scratched his head.

It took me a long time to remember what variety show the agent was talking about.

"I haven't watched it yet, wait for me to see it."

After speaking, Lu Mianchuan opened his bag.

However, after searching, he discovered that the document that the agent had with him yesterday had disappeared.

His heart skipped a beat, no matter whether he answered or not, this plan cannot be leaked out.

Lu Mianchuan thought about it carefully, and suddenly remembered that when he took something out of his bag at Baiyao's house today, he seemed to have taken out the document and put it on the sofa.

The things are probably still at Bai Yao's house.

Lu Mianchuan called Baiyao, the phone was placed on the coffee table, the moment it rang, the phone screen lit up.

The phone contact says Lu Mianchuan.

Song Lang saw it first, and took a look at Bai Yao.

In a low voice, I'm sorry.

Then he picked up the phone and connected the call.

On the other side, the unsuspecting Lu Mianchuan sat on the desk and asked unsuspectingly: "Yaoyao, can you see if my stuff fell into your house? It's a white folder with a transparent cover."

Song Lang said in a low voice: "The things are with me, if you want them, come to me."

"beep......"

The phone is hung up.

Lu Mianchuan looked at the phone with a confused look on his face.

Is there something wrong with this person?

Although the person on the phone didn't say who he was, how could Lu Mianchuan forget this voice?

The biggest Waterloo on his love road.

In a bad mood, he said to the manager: "I'll go out for a while."

The manager chased after him and shouted: "Little Zong Zong, where are you going again? Be careful, don't be photographed."

Lu Mianchuan drove to the downstairs of Song Lang's house.

He also doesn't know why the person who once wished to live in the hospital every day is so idle now.

There is still time to go to other people's houses to rob him.

He rang the doorbell, but no one answered the door for a long time.

He actually knew the password of Song Lang's house, but he didn't know whether the password had been changed or not.

I entered a bunch of numbers tentatively, but I didn't expect the door to open.

Lu Mianchuan opened the door, and there was a smell of alcohol when entering the room.

Song Lang seldom drank alcohol. Because of work, alcohol would make his hand with the scalpel unsteady.

This is the first time Lu Mianchuan sees Song Langjiu wine.

But he shook his head immediately, laughing at his own thoughts.

To die of laughter, he has only known Song Lang for a long time.

What does he know about Song Lang?Also know how long, thick and durable he is.

The rest he knows shit.

In Song Lang's eyes, he wasn't even a fart.

Lu Mianchuan saw Song Lang sitting in the living room sipping wine, several wine bottles were already empty on the floor.

Song Lang exuded a rotten wine smell from the inside out.

Lu Mianchuan pinched his nose in disgust, looked around the room, but didn't see what he wanted, and then said to Song Lang: "Give it back to me." Song Lang looked up drunk: "You're here Ah." Intimate is like entertaining an old friend.

Gold-rimmed glasses half covered the drunkenness in his eyes, and he smiled slightly.

Song Lang had a nice smile, the kind of smirk that Qianqian son tore apart his gentle appearance, with a sense of contrast, it was impossible to refuse.

Looking at the smile on his lips, Lu Mianchuan had to admit that even at this moment, he was still attracted to Song Lang.

"Sit down and have a drink." Song Lang said.

Lu Mianchuan was taking off his sunglasses, revealing a pair of impatient eyes.

"I don't have time to drink with you here. I'm very busy. Give me the things quickly. Otherwise, I'll call the police and say you robbed."

Song Lang stood up, staggered to Lu Mianchuan.

The smell of alcohol became stronger, and Lu Mianchuan wondered if Song Lang took a bath in the wine.

Song Lang lowered his head, looked at Lu Mianchuan, put his hands on Lu Mianchuan's shoulders, and exhaled into his neck.

"You report it."

Lu Mianchuan didn't hesitate, picked up the phone and dialed zero.

But Song Lang snatched the phone, threw the phone casually, and landed on the sofa.

Song Lang chuckled: "What are you hugging? Hug me."

After finishing speaking, she clasped Lu Mianchuan's head and kissed her.

This was the first time Song Lang took the initiative to kiss Lu Mianchuan, with the taste of alcohol, domineering and strong.

Lu Mianchuan squeezed his lips tightly to prevent Song Lang from sticking his tongue in, trying to push Song Lang away.

"Don't touch me."

Lu Mianchuan sneered: "Yes, I will let them touch it. I also let them touch it every day, at least better than you, a scumbag." Don't you think I'm dirty?Don't you think I'm disgusting?So what are you doing now, eating shit? "

Song Lang gritted his teeth: "Then I'll fuck you to death on the bed, so that you won't have the strength to fool around with others."

Lu Mianchuan thought, he really doesn't understand Song Lang.

He used to like Song Lang so much, he wished he could use all the postures he knew on the bed to please Song Lang.

Put your self-esteem under Song Lang's feet every day, let him step on it, let him trample on it.

He held all the best of himself in front of Song Lang.But people just look down on it.

While enjoying his show, at the same time think he is dirty.

Now he has finally let go, and has begun to learn to love himself, and he has dismissed Song Lang and ignored him.

But man, why are you so cheap.

The two were still arguing, when the door of Song Lang's house was suddenly opened.

A middle-aged woman held a cake in her hand and stared dumbfounded at everything in front of her.

A bunch of people who haven't figured out the situation followed one after another.

Some people let go of the fireworks in their hands before they could see the situation in the room clearly.

Shout out: "happy birthday!"

Song Lang & Lu Mianchuan:! ! ! ? ? ?

what's the situation?Lu Mianchuan's mind went blank.

He is a star now, and now he is seen kissing Song Lang by a bunch of people, what is that?

Song Lang subconsciously hugged Lu Mianchuan's face in his arms, and covered his head with a piece of clothing.

"It seems that we... came at the wrong time..."

The middle-aged woman said: "Son, this is..."

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