Star Path Divination Room

It's not difficult for Yao Lin to understand here, he can figure it out just by looking at Sang Yunqing's nervous dodge—the couple's rhetoric was just to trick me into coming back.

But why did Zhong Liran find him here! ?Can the crew I invested in be so capricious?Time is empty like this?

Zisang withdrew his foot when he stepped into the house, but didn't go back. He just stood near the door frame and looked at Zhong Liran in surprise.

Zhong Liran came straight over, stopped in front of Zisang, smiled peachy-eyed.

Zisang accepted his fate, well, it was indeed looking for me, and he didn't run away.

Zhong Liran: "Why are you still standing at the door to welcome me! You don't have to be so polite. Although it's the first time I'm here, I don't treat myself as a guest."

If you are not a guest, what else do you want to be! ?Queen?Kneeling and lying down to greet you?

Zisang: "...I don't think you even use it for the first time."

Zhong Liran smacked his lips: "Look, I'm no stranger, but you should be more polite. It's okay, relax, this is your home."

So you know it's my home...

When the two of them were about to stare wide-eyed and compete with each other, Yao Linshi suddenly got up and walked over, resting his palms on the chest of drawers leisurely, showing the confidence of planning a strategy and steadfastness.

"The visitor is a guest, Shufeng, let the guest come in first."

When Zhong Liran heard a certain name, he couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

Zisang silently turned to look at Yao Lin: "...you must bring your double q to the level of your aunt's?"

Yao Lin raised his eyebrows: "Shufeng is the name that grandpa personally gave you. Why, don't you like it?"

Zisang: "Do you think I like it?"

Yao Lin shrugged his shoulders as a matter of course: "That can't be helped. I thought you have been used to it after studying for so many years."

Zisang: "Changing you to Yao Ergouzi, can you get used to it? Otherwise, Yao Tiezhu, Yao Sledgehammer, Yao—"

Sang Yunqing rushed up to round things up, took Zisang's arm and walked in: "Why are you talking to your brother! It's not big or small!"

Zisang squinted at her: "What did your nephew say to you? Did he use an honorific address? Was his attitude respectful? Did you ask how your uncle is doing?"

Sang Yunqing: "..."

Yao Lin's high-ranking face has not changed for thousands of years, so he will not pay attention to this little aunt who has never learned since childhood.Use honorifics?If he didn't order Sang Yunqing to pour tea for him, even if he was in a good mood today, he would have no place to send his kindness.

Zhong Liran looked at the messy relationship in this family, and suddenly felt that it was no big deal for Zisang to report fans.She was also a little thankful, a very subtle feeling—thanks to the fact that this family is quite noisy, otherwise how could they raise such an interesting girl?

Sang Yunqing pulled Zi Sang away, looked back at Zhong Liran, her eyes flickered, and she glanced at the side of the chest of drawers.Very good, Yao Lin is not here!Sang Yunqing let go of Zisang, rushed to Zhong Liran at a speed of [-] meters, and shouted excitedly: "I like your drama so much! You look better in person than on TV!"

Zhong Liran smiled decently: "Many people say that."

Sang Yunqing: "The face on the TV is a bit big! I can't do it myself!"

Zhong Liran: "..."

Zhong Liran asked Zisang, "Where's your brother?"

Zisang: "Wash your hands in the kitchen—half a cup of honey water was spilled on the chest of drawers yesterday, and I didn't bother to wipe it."

...So after he slapped him just now...he still made things difficult for Zisang as if nothing had happened?

Zhong Liran expressed his heartfelt emotion: "It's not someone who is on the news in T City every day, but he is calmer than us as actors-you go and call Yao Deputy City out to shock Auntie, I can't stand her gaze."

Sang Yunqing has been looking at Zhong Liran with extremely fanatical eyes... Zhong Liran enjoys this kind of admiration very much, provided that this person doesn't say that she is arrogant.

Zisang gave Sang Yunqing a hand: "Aren't you ashamed? I'll settle the score with you later, just sit down!"

Zhong Liran: "...You...don't have much respect, do you?"

Zisang: "There is no need to respect her."

Zhong Liran: "Double standards, typical double standards."

Zisang stared at Zhong Liran: "Don't talk about what you have and what you don't have, no one invited you, right? What are you coming to my house for?"

Zhong Liran sat down on the sofa, and took a look at the pattern on the sofa cushion: "Of course someone invited me - your home is well decorated! Fresh rural style, did you arrange it yourself?"

Sang Yunqing sat down on the other side: "It's my favorite style, isn't it pretty!?"

Zhong Liran nodded: "Auntie's vision is great! I thought that many older people would like the dull and dignified ones, such as jujube wood. But Auntie is also very young, and Xiaoqing is also normal!"

The two sentences made Sang Yunqing so proud that she couldn't find her way out. She held her face and was happy, and pulled Zisang and secretly said, "Don't worry, Yao Lin will make things difficult for you later, and I will speak for you!"

Zisang: "First, you will only do more harm than good. Second, until now, no one has told Zhong Liran why you are here!"

Zhong Liran: "Your brother invited me here, and I also want to ask him what he is going to do—haven't washed it yet?"

Zhong Liran bit the word "please" very hard.

Sang Yunqing explained: "He has a cleanliness obsession, and he needs to be fully washed."

Yao Lin came out of the kitchen, took out three paper towels to wipe his hands, and sneered: "Your time is really cheap."

Sang Yunqing was not ashamed but proud: "I don't have anything to do, I'm free!"

Yao Lin gave Zisang a sympathetic look, sat down on the single sofa, and raised his legs: "I invited Miss Zhongli to confirm something."

Yao Lin took out a stack of photos from the file bag at hand, and spread them out on the coffee table, one by one, neatly.

The photos start from Zhong Liran and Zisang in the lobby of the express hotel, all the way to the door, even Zhong Liran went out in the middle and came back with a bag.

After Yao Lin finished arranging the photos, he took out some A4 papers and put them next to the photos.

Yao Lin ordered some noodles on the coffee table: "This was supposed to be 'see you on Monday', so I cut it back in advance."

Zhong Liran: "Okay..."

Zisang frowned, and turned to look at her, thinking that this woman probably wanted to say something like "the photos are professionally taken and there are a lot of them".

Zhong Liran: "Deputy Yao, your obsessive-compulsive disorder is at an advanced stage!"

Zisang: "..."

Yao Lin's eyebrows twitched.

Zhong Liran: "Hurry up and get treatment!"

Ridicule also depends on the occasion and choose the object, okay?Zisang pinched and tugged at her skirt that had fallen on the sofa.

This action fell into Yao Lin's eyes, and it became a little unclear.

Zhong Liran looked like "Since you stopped me, Xiao Sang, let me show you some face", and asked Yao Lin back: "Vice President Yao thinks there is something wrong with this?"

Yao Lin's eyes were deep and deep, and he kept a poker face: "I want to know, Miss Zhongli is so busy filming, why does she have to go in and out of my sister's room late at night."

Zhong Liran: "Of course Xiaosang opened the door for me, so I can go in and out."

Zisang: "..."

A good thing, why suddenly the taste is not right?

Zisang rubbed his forehead helplessly: "Yao Lin, can you rest for a while? What's the matter? Why are you so nervous?"

Yao Lin glanced at Zhong Liran: "Grandpa has always disapproved of your entry into the entertainment industry, and now he is even more afraid that you will meet bad people."

Is that a disapproval? "Disagree" will trip me up?Zisang's face darkened.

Zhong Liran leaned on the pillow: "Then I have to ask you guys. Do you know that Xiao Sang has a fever?"

Yao Lin didn't make a sound.

Zhong Liran: "Do you know what medicine she used to hang the water? Do you know how many bottles, how long it will take, and what time it will be at night?"

The atmosphere instantly became tense and tense.

Yao Lin stared at Zhong Liran fixedly, and after five seconds, he pushed the few A4 papers forward with his fingertips.

"Then, can Miss Zhongli explain why you want to buy topics for the little Sang you're talking about."