Becoming a Supporting Actor in Paranoid Literature

Fortunately, Tang Feng was wearing sunglasses, otherwise his expression management would have collapsed. He twitched the corners of his mouth and said to Zhuang Baihua: "Mr. Zhuang really knows how to joke. I have nothing wrong with me, and I am very healthy."

Although he covered his eyes with sunglasses, the curvature of his lips was still beautiful, and his voice was gentle and sweet: "President Zhuang, don't be burdened, just treat yourself as a friend."

Tang Feng still maintained a humble posture, standing on the main road with too much sense of presence, which made Zhuang Baihua very uncomfortable.

What the secretary said just now woke him up, and he instantly understood Tang Feng's intentions in doing those things, and he began to feel awkward.

Zhuang Baihua had never chased anyone before, nor was he chased by anyone - of course, it is also possible that he himself did not realize it, and he never expected to be chased after he traveled to the world of novels and became a domineering president.

What was even more unexpected was that the one chasing him was another paranoid supporting actor, the legendary actor.

What about Chi Yue, where did you put Chi Yue?

This incident gave him a great sense of humor, and he needed to have a good talk with Tang Feng.

So Zhuang Baihua gave Tang Feng a wink: "Let's talk about it in another place."

Tang Feng readily agreed, with the palm of his right hand facing upwards, he pointed at his sports car and asked Zhuang Baihua to sit on it.

Secretary Chen hurriedly stopped the president: "Mr. Zhuang, I'll go with you, I'd better bring bodyguards."

Mr. Zhang's incident last time left Secretary Chen with lingering fears. It was because Tang Feng treated guests to dinner.

Zhuang Baihua appeased the secretary, turned around and said to Tang Feng, "Either get in my car, or we don't talk, you choose."

Zhuang Baihua has been acting calm and gentle lately, looking like a nice gentleman. According to what the assistants said behind their backs, Zhuang Baihua is not like a president but like a secretary.

But at this time, Zhuang Baihua looked at Tang Feng, saying the same thing, his eyes were firm, unquestionable, and his whole body exuded a submissive coercion.

This is the "Pride of Heaven".

Looking at Zhuang Baihua like this, Tang Feng was not only not scared off, but developed a wonderful psychology of wanting to be conquered, and wanted to take out his mobile phone more and more.

Speaking of which, it was the third mobile phone he had changed recently.

Tang Feng gritted his teeth secretly, smiled again, and said helplessly to Zhuang Baihua: "Since Mr. Zhuang said so, of course I will accompany you."

He left his sports car indifferently and walked towards Zhuang Baihua.

Zhuang Baihua led his subordinates, took Tang Feng with him, found a familiar tea house, opened a private room, let the subordinates wait outside, and sat down face to face with Tang Feng.

Tang Feng finally took off his sunglasses, showing warm eyebrows, looking at Zhuang Baihua affectionately.

Zhuang Baihua suppressed the goosebumps that popped up one by one, and couldn't help but said to Tang Feng: "Do you really know what you are doing?"

Tang Feng no longer concealed it, and chose to hit Zhuang Baihua straight: "Of course I know, I have a crush on you."

Zhuang Baihua felt struck by lightning, and said, "We don't meet much."

The last time I chatted with Tang Feng in the coffee shop, Tang Feng's mind was still on Chi Yue, and it changed as soon as he said it.

Naturally, Tang Feng wouldn't tell him about the monitoring, but said: "Human feelings are very mysterious, and have nothing to do with the length of time we spend together. Sometimes you can develop a good impression at a glance." He looked at Zhuang Baihua, His eyes became softer, and he smiled and said, "This is called seeing..."

Zhuang Baihua interrupted him and said, "I believe that time will tell people's hearts."

Not only was Tang Feng not angry when he was interrupted, but he was considerate and said, "It doesn't matter if you can't accept it now, you can try to treat me as a friend."

He picked up the teacup, his posture was correct and elegant, and his whole body was as gentle as jade: "Am I qualified to be your friend?"

Zhuang Baihua was completely unable to respond to this kind of behavior of making friends like a primary school student. He raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows, changed the subject, and asked, "What about Chi Yue?" He was still chasing Chi Yue before.

Tang Feng's eyes flickered, and he pursed his lips and smiled.

It's okay not to mention it, but when Chi Yue is mentioned, Tang Feng gets angry from the bottom of his heart.

During this short period of time, he lost two mobile phones, and the body of the second mobile phone has not been found until now.

Although there is no evidence, Tang Feng is [-]% sure that Chi Yue did it.

The mobile phone is extremely important to him. Chi Yue destroyed his mobile phone several times, and no matter how much goodwill he had, it was consumed.

Tang Feng smiled without warmth, and said: "Some people look very beautiful at a glance, but in fact their personalities are completely different. As a person, I still pay more attention to the inside."

Zhuang Baihua: "..." Does this mean that he is not good on the outside?

Tang Feng put down his teacup, sat next to Zhuang Baihua, rested one hand on the back of his chair, and supported the table with the other, moved closer to him, stared at him seriously with sincere eyes, and said, "I still I prefer people who look the same, especially those who are sincere and kind.”

He started to pour tea for Zhuang Baihua, then squeezed the teacup between his fingertips, brought it to Zhuang Baihua's lips, and said quietly: "Integrity and kindness are always the most beautiful qualities of a person."

The aroma of the green tea curled up, and the misty white mist fell between Zhuang Baihua's lips, hazy and blurred.

Zhuang Baihua's lips are like the landscape in the ink painting, which is fascinating.

It is clearly the fragrance of tea, but it seems to be intoxicating. Tang Feng's eyes became darker, and he squeezed the teacup towards Zhuang Baihua's lips, getting closer, closer, almost touching.

"Come on, have some tea."

Zhuang Baihua said suddenly: "Stand up."

Tang Feng was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously stood up according to what he said.

"stand at attention."

Tang Feng stood up.

"Turn right, walk farther away, don't move your feet."

Tang Feng: "..."

Zhuang Baihua pinched her brows and was speechless.

There must be something wrong, Tang Feng and he are also the paranoid male supporting roles in the book, there is no reason to give up Chi Yue and turn around to pursue him.

Could it be that Tang Feng also traveled through time?

Zhuang Baihua suspiciously used the original book's advertisement to test him: "Extreme deep love, all in paranoid literature?"

Tang Feng was confused: "Heavenly king Gaidihu, pagoda suppressing river demon?"

Zhuang Baihua: "..."

It doesn't seem to be crossing.

Zhuang Baihua still couldn't accept Tang Feng's sudden change of object, and couldn't understand it.

Seeing his distressed look, Tang Feng pulled the corners of his lips and said aggrievedly: "No matter what, you just don't want to believe me."

Zhuang Baihua felt a headache: "I can't find your motive and your reason, I find it incredible."

Tang Feng pondered for a moment, sat down on the opposite chair, sighed, and said, "If I tell you my reason, will you believe me?"

Zhuang Baihua thought to himself, tell me first, and then talk about whether you believe it or not.

"I'm afraid that if you tell me, you will hate me." Tang Feng's face showed hesitation.

After hearing these words, Zhuang Baihua cheered up immediately.

As one of the five paranoid bigwigs, Tang Feng behaved fairly normally except for a little affectation. He only gave gifts and flowers when chasing people, which was a bit naive.

Zhuang Baihua had long been curious about where Tang Feng was paranoid, and perhaps he could get the answer today.

Zhuang Baihua adjusted his mentality and entered into the mode of talking with the masses. He was persuasive and amiable: "If there is anything wrong, please speak up. It will make you feel better if you speak up. Let's find a solution together."

Tang Feng stared at the kind Zhuang Baihua infatuatedly, thinking, this person is really kind. He took a sip of tea from his teacup, moistened his throat, and began to tell his own story.

"I really like people with kind hearts and gentle personalities." He sighed, "It's best to be the kind of saint, the more tolerant the better."

Zhuang Baihua inexplicably felt that an arrow had been shot in his knee and felt a little uncomfortable, so he adjusted his posture and continued to listen to Tang Feng.

"Speaking of the reason, it goes back to five years ago. At that time, my career was stuck in a bottleneck, my acting skills couldn't break through, and I was very distressed and muddled every day, and even...sometimes I wanted to kill myself."

Zhuang Baihua can understand that it is easy for those who engage in art to fall into this kind of myth.

He couldn't help but interjected, saying, "Don't give up, sometimes it's good to get through."

Tang Feng glanced at him complicatedly, more and more convinced that Zhuang Baihua was a good person and would comfort him, and continued: "Anyway, that time was very bad, so I went to the mountains to relax."

"It was a sunny afternoon after the rain, the mountains were empty, and the surrounding scenery was like a painting. I was walking on the country path, the humid air wet my black hair, and the breeze blew by, bringing a little bit of coolness , makes me feel ups and downs, and I can't help but want to sing."

Zhuang Baihua: "Get to the point."

Tang Feng coughed a few times: "Anyway, the scenery was beautiful that day. I kept walking on the road, but because it was too slippery after it rained, I accidentally fell down."

"My leg was injured, and the pain made me feel very lost. Coupled with the fact that the time was not going well, I started to want to give up on myself."

"However, at that time I met a boy, he walked towards me slowly, like an angel descending in the rain and fog, he knelt down in front of me, and bandaged my wound, I still remember his fingers, so white and so Fine, after his bandaging, all my pain disappeared."

"I'm still a little famous. He recognized me and talked to me with a smile. Maybe it was because I was too fragile at the time. I couldn't help telling him my inner confusion."

"Do you know what he did?" Tang Feng turned his head to look at Zhuang Baihua. Zhuang Baihua stared at him and shook his head strangely.

"He took out his mobile phone and took a photo of me, and then showed me, saying that I am so perfect in the camera, and I will definitely be able to show myself on the screen and be successful."

Tang Feng's eyes showed a look of nostalgia: "Later, I returned to the city, cheered up, devoted myself to my career again, made a good movie, and won the title of actor in one fell swoop."

"I often think of that teenager, and I was so impressed by his kindness that I couldn't help but look for someone who was equally compassionate in the crowd."

He set his eyes on Zhuang Baihua, his eyes were as gentle as water: "Many people seem to be kind, but they are fake, but I am willing to believe that you are real, because you said the same thing as that boy."

Zhuang Baihua: "..."

...Strong is still strong in the plot, as expected of dog-blood paranoid literature, he never expected that this place is actually a stand-in.