What's wrong with rapper being 0!

March and a half, Haicheng TAX base.

The second thing Yang Fengyu did after receiving the tour notice was to go to the barber shop and cut off his dreadlocks.

During this period, he kept holding the two paper VIP tickets in his hand, letting the scissors cut the small rainbow-colored rubber band on his head, and a few strands of hair fell to the corners of his slightly round eyes.

The familiar Tony followed his gaze and probed: "Yo? Not bad, Xiaoyasi, the first stop of the tour is going to Lingcheng? After talking for so long, it's finally arranged."

Yang Fengyu gave him a sideways glance: "Tiantian is so talkative, why hasn't this store been closed down by you yet?"

"Isn't this your label taking care of the business... Little Coconut Shreds, do you really want to shave your hair?"

Yang Fengyu: "How many times have I said that my name is Yes, it doesn't matter if I am called Yes, can you stop following those fans and add a small one, it's not earthy, big brother."

"Okay, okay, you have a big temper at a young age. Isn't your tour going to start next month? If you shave your hair, you won't be afraid of those little sisters who come to your face and run away?"

"It's best to run away, anyway, few listen to my rap." Yang Fengyu silently rolled his eyes, looking at himself in the mirror.

The dreadlocks on his head had just been undone and turned into small curly hair. The pair of eyes below were slightly drooping, black and shiny, contrasting sharply with his fair skin.

This face, even with dreadlocks tied with colorful rubber bands, can make fans on Weibo howl.

If it wasn't for calling him "wife", Yang Fengyu might be happier.

"When is the first show? How many years has it been? Livehouse still uses paper tickets?"

"Next week...it's not for fans." Yang Fengyu mumbled, stuffing the two tickets back into his pocket.

Seeing that Yang Fengyu was unwilling to elaborate, Tony shut up and concentrated on shaving this round head.

With no tickets to watch, Yang Fengyu was bored and opened WeChat, and suddenly saw a landscape profile picture he hadn't seen much in Moments.

The time was two days ago, there was no note, and there was only one photo in the content.

Yang Fengyu opened it, his eyes that had been slit together suddenly widened, and he sat up straighter.

In the photo is a tall young man, tall and straight, wearing a high-tailored suit, coming out of the VIP passage of the airport, wearing a mask, he can't see clearly, but his eyes are slightly squinted, looking straight at the camera.

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, and couldn't help but take a second look.

Tony inadvertently caught a glimpse: "Yo? Aren't you AKA* hotter than others? There is actually someone more handsome than you in Moments?"

"Fucking, I don't have such a name. I don't remember adding a proxy shooter, and the profile picture is too rustic. Who is this person..." Yang Fengyu suddenly recovered, staring at the photo again, feeling a little look familiar.

He's stupid, anyway, he is considered a quarter of the entertainment industry, and he doesn't even know the person who took the filming on behalf of him.

Yang Fengyu withdrew in a daze, and saw that the copywriting read "The dog has returned from school", which was even more inexplicable.

Tony was shocked: "Proxy filming?"

Yang Fengyu was even more shocked, his eyes fell on a familiar note in the comments, and he couldn't help but raise his voice: "Fuck, this person is actually my father???"

"Your father? Wow, uncle is really young."

"Your father!" Yang Fengyu finally came to his senses, carefully looked at the content of the comment, and then turned the phone upside down angrily.

"Even if the Heavenly King Lao Tzu comes today, I will throw those two tickets in Yang Wei's face!"

This is not a proxy shooter, it's his father's friend.

-[Dead old man: Xiao Qin has returned to China? ]

-[Q: Just received it, go back right away. ]

-[Dead old man: I haven't seen you for so many years, Xiao Qin is really a good-looking talent, unlike Yang Fengyu's little bastard, who has never been a normal person, it's really worrying! ]

-[Q: Xiaofeng is still young, if you have time, you can let the two children communicate]

-[Dead old man: Hey, he was not afraid of anything that day, and I don’t know who can control him]

He is only twenty, and he has already released two albums, so he is not considered young and promising!

How pedantic!He also turned his elbows outward!

In time, Tony finished the work, and raised his head contentedly: "Completed, how is it, not bad..."

Half of the sentence was caught by Yang Fengyu's expression, I saw Yang Fengyu staring at himself in the mirror with a small head, gnashing his teeth: "It's really fucking good."

Tony: "..."

After finishing the haircut, Yang Fengyu put on his peaked cap and rushed directly to Weixin Company in the center of Haicheng City.

On the way, Yang Fengyu received a call from his roommate: "Yao, how is your three-step great plan going?"

Yang Fengyu was amused: "You are blind, the Weibo I just posted is now on the way to the third step."

"Hey, let me see... what the hell, why? Why are you so handsome with such a shaved head?"

The voice on the other side was a little noisy, Yang Fengyu asked casually, "Did you just finish class?"

"Yeah... Oh, I almost forgot. I heard that our school will soon transfer a foreign professor. It is said that he is very handsome."

"University professor, how handsome can you be?" Yang Fengyu snorted twice, and in a blink of an eye he had already walked downstairs to his father's company under the scorching sun.

Just as he pushed open the door and stepped in, he saw the standing security guard and backed out abruptly: "Damn it, has my plan been leaked? When did Yang Wei hire the security guard?"

"Isn't that—you're just throwing two tickets? It's not about assassination."

Yang Fengyu took a look and pouted: "The front desk has also changed, and there are security guards. It's not the time to go to work, and the turnstiles can't go through. It's over, Tian Yuyang, my third step died prematurely."

"Ah? Just take a lunge and fly over the turnstile!"

"You're an idiot, hang up." Yang Fengyu scolded, if he forced his way in, maybe he would be on the social news tomorrow.

The weather was sweltering, Yang Fengyu was leaning against the glass door with half of his body, the brim of his peaked hat covered most of the sunlight and sight, he was lowering his hair and worrying, when the glass door behind him was suddenly pushed open.

Before Yang Fengyu could see the person clearly, he lost his center of gravity and fell backwards.

Now it's all right, not only to go to the social news, but also to lose my mind.

Yang Fengyu thought this way, and in the next second, he felt his elbow being supported, and Shengsheng stabilized his center of gravity in mid-air, so he didn't come into close contact with the floor.

"Thank you..." As soon as he stood up with lingering fear, the man let go of his hand and took a step in front of him. Yang Fengyu subconsciously stepped back, and when he came back to his senses, he was already standing in the lobby.

Oh shit, it's over.

The automatic door in the lobby closed, and Yang Fengyu saw that the other party was a tall young man with a stern and calm expression, wearing a suit that was well-tailored and valued at first glance, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, and slender legs.

The brim of the hat covered part of Yang Fengyu's sight, so he couldn't see the man's face.Just as Yang Fengyu was about to hold his hat, he was caught off guard and met the security guard five meters away.

Seeing that the other party showed suspicion and was about to walk towards him, Yang Fengyu turned his head and wanted to slip away.

As soon as he turned around, the man spoke in a low and steady voice: "I have an appointment with Mr. Yang."

Yang Fengyu was taken aback for a moment, then looked back, the security guard nodded, and actually walked back.

If he knew it was so easy, he would dress like a dog and come again!Compared with this person, he looks like a street gangster.

While Yang Fengyu was in a daze for a while, the young man in the suit had already walked to the front desk, and he didn't know what to say, he could only see the front desk's cheeks were slightly flushed, his eyes were shining, and his attitude was excellent.

Are you handsome?

Seeing that the security guard and the front desk didn't pay attention to him any more, Yang Fengyu stepped lightly, held his breath, and moved towards the turnstile with small steps.

Walk over and take a look to know it's over - the gate is so high, if you really want to fly over it, you will definitely be messed up.

Yang Fengyu was dumbfounded on the spot, before he could figure out how to get there, a voice suddenly sounded from behind: "Aren't you leaving?"

The two words were pressed low and lightly, and they rushed directly to the heart along the ears, and Yang Fengyu screamed, "Let's go!!!"

With a "swish", the gate opened in response, as if it was controlled by his voice.

Yang Fengyu: "..."

Compared with the steady and calm pace of the man, Yang Fengyu felt that he was a bit sneaky. Sure enough, after taking two steps, he heard a clear and friendly voice from the front desk behind him: "Brother takeaway? Just put the things at the front desk... "

Before finishing speaking, Yang Fengyu frowned and turned around.

Seeing his appearance, the receptionist was taken aback for a moment, and changed his words: "Uh... handsome guy, are you looking for someone too? Do you have an appointment? If not, come here to register first."

"I'm looking for Yang Wei," Yang Fengyu said with a smile, "Father's Day is coming, I'll give him some 'gifts'."

The front desk was stunned again, and then he reacted, "Ah...do I need to notify you?"

"Don't, don't, don't, it's a big—surprise."

The front desk couldn't help laughing: "Okay."

Yang Fengyu breathed a sigh of relief and walked towards the elevator.

Before the elevator door was closed, Yang Fengyu pressed down on the brim of his hat, lowered his head and just took a step, when he saw a person standing by the door.

——The trouser legs of the suit are meticulously trimmed, and even the leather shoes are spotless.

Yang Fengyu couldn't help but look down at himself again.

The old sneakers looked dirty, not to mention the baggy clothes and ripped pants, no wonder the front desk thought he was a delivery guy.

"up and down?"

Yang Fengyu didn't react: "Huh?"

The man explained without changing his face: "I go up, you go up or down."

As soon as the voice fell, the elevator made a few beeps because it had been waiting for too long.

"Go!" Yang Fengyu took a step back and exited, grinning at the man: "You go first!"

The man didn't shirk, he frowned and raised his hand to look at his watch.

Before the elevator doors closed, Yang Fengyu raised his head and adjusted his hat, just in time to look at the man, and met the calm eyes behind the glasses.

There was a bit of sharpness in the eyes, which made Yang Fengyu look familiar.

But he didn't think about it, and pressed another elevator.

It's easy to sneak in, the door is open, the secretary's room is empty, and the office door is half-closed, it doesn't look like there is anyone.

Yang Fengyu walked over lightly, opened a small gap and took a look around, but didn't see anyone.

Yang Wei's office is monitored, and Yang Fengyu knows it.

Since he was not there, he planned to open the door with a very handsome gesture, throw in the two tickets in his hand like a goddess, and then turn his head and leave gracefully.

piss you off!

Thinking of this, Yang Fengyu opened the door and raised the ticket in his hand thoughtfully.

It was going well here

——But the moment Yang Fengyu opened the door, he bumped into something hard and firm. His peaked cap was thrown off, and his forehead just hit it, making a muffled sound.

"Fuck!"

Yang Fengyu let go of the pain, and when he looked up, he met a pair of dark eyes.

With Yang Fengyu's arms raised in the air, the two tickets wandered around and landed on the man's thin metal-rimmed glasses impartially.

"..."