Rebirth of the film and television superstar

Bian Hui was speeding on the road with the windows open to the maximum, the wind was blowing in, and he overtook many cars along the way, but the depression in his heart still lingered.

"Hold!"

After smashing the steering wheel heavily, Bian Hui took out his mobile phone and called Lin Zifeng.

After a few rings, Lin Zifeng picked it up, his voice was a little weak, "Hello."

At this moment, Bian Hui didn't have any mood, so he paid attention to the tone of others, "Contact me another little star."

Hearing this, Lin Zifeng seemed to be more energetic, and asked jokingly, "What? Ling Haotian is tired of playing?"

It was true that which pot was not opened and which pot was lifted, blue veins popped up on Bian Hui's forehead, "Want to fight?"

"Accompany me at any time. I'm at home now. Come if you feel like it." Li Bo disappeared without a word, and there was no news at all. Lin Zifeng has been on fire for the past few days!

There was a taxi in front, making an illegal left turn, Bian Hui hurriedly stepped on the brakes and turned the steering wheel, but because he was on the phone, he didn't move in time, so he bumped into it.

"Bang~!"

The back compartment of the taxi was knocked open, and the culprit who waved his hand to hail a taxi shrank his head and walked away quickly.

Bian Hui bumped his head against the airbag, but his forehead was still bruised, and the front of the Ferrari was dented.

In a daze, Bian Hui heard Lin Zifeng yelling anxiously, "Bian Hui! Are you okay, are you driving? You are still talking on your cell phone while driving, you will die!"

"Bian Hui? Bian Hui?? Bian Hui??? Don't die, I will send Ling Haotian to someone else to warm the bed after you die."

"Fuck! If you still have breath, give me a squeak."

Bian Hui frowned, opened his eyes, wiped his nosebleeds, and picked up his phone, "The dead make you noisy, don't worry, I won't die even if you die."

Lin Zifeng was choked enough, but he was still a little worried, "Come here quickly if you're not dead, and let me beat you up to calm you down."

Bian Hui sneered and hung up the phone.

"Get out of the car! Get out of the car~!" The taxi driver stood outside the car, with a fierce look on his face, and slammed on the door hard.

He couldn't afford to offend the Ferrari driver, but he couldn't offend the owner of the car even more. If he couldn't cheat some maintenance fees from the Ferrari owner, he would drink the Northwest Wind.

Bian Hui opened the car door with a cold face, he was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger!

A taxi driver who violated the rules dared to yell at himself and kicked the door open. The taxi driver was hit by the door and took several steps back before bending over in pain.

Bian Hui got out of the car with the blood on his head, and he got out of the car, walked up to the taxi driver, looked down at him with a dark face, "I got out of the car, what do you want?"

"I..." The driver took a few steps back in fright. At this time, Bian Hui looked ferocious, like a devil from hell, but thinking that Bian Hui should have speeded just now, he became more courageous, "You speeded, you lose money !"

"I'll pay!" Bian Hui punched me so hard that the driver's face burst into tears, "I'll pay~!"

The driver was very strong, with a lot of strength. He didn't expect that Bian Hui, a piece of porcelain, would fight with himself, a tile. He froze for a moment before starting to fight back.

Bian Hui kicked the driver who punched him in the chaos to the ground with a few kicks, and wiped the blood from his hands in disgust, "I'll accompany you with the medical expenses, tell me, how much do you want?"

In fact, Bian Hui didn't need to compensate the driver. If it wasn't because he turned left illegally, Bian Hui wouldn't have hit his head, but Bian Hui was indeed speeding.

The person was also beaten, and his anger was also vented. Bian Hui didn't have the heart to wait for the traffic police to solve it, and planned to do it privately.

The driver originally wanted to scare the rich people in the car by virtue of his height and strength.

He originally thought that rich people were afraid of trouble, and would just throw some money at him to solve his difficulties.

But he didn't expect that the weak fat man in his imagination turned out to be tall, rich and handsome, and he beat people so hard. He used all his skills, but he was still beaten into a pig's head. Hearing Bian Hui said that he would lose money, With a swollen face, he opened his mouth, "3 yuan."

Bian Hui smiled contemptuously, pulled [-] yuan out of the car, and threw it on the driver's face, "Take it to see a doctor."

"Uh~!" The driver whimpered from being smashed, and didn't dislike the five dozen dollars that fell on the ground. He quickly picked it up, ran back into the car, started the car and ran away.

Spend 2000 yuan to change the bumper, and spend another 20 yuan to buy a bottle of safflower oil. The remaining 48800 yuan is enough to pay the down payment of the car. (Your math teacher must have died early, and he would be mad at you if he didn't die.)

Bian Hui drove all the way to Lin Zifeng's villa, Lin Zifeng was already waiting at the door, saw Bian Hui get off the car, stepped forward and patted Bian Hui on the shoulder, "Oh, you're out of shape."

Bian Hui patted Lin Zifeng's hand away, "Where is the person I want?"

"Come on right away, let's fight with me first." Seeing that Bian Hui was only injured on the skin, Lin Zifeng felt relieved, and directly pulled him into the boxing room, and threw Bian Hui a pair of gloves.

Although he had vented his anger once on the way, Bian Hui still didn't want to miss this opportunity when he had the opportunity to beat up Lin, so he took the glove and put it on his hand.

Lin Zifeng is Bian Hui's good brother, the two of them are only good enough to wear a pair of pants, even the person next to the pillow can be swapped for fun, even if the bones are discounted, they won't hold grudges against each other, so the two skills are not much different People, often make appointments to fight together.

After Lin Zifeng also put on the protective gear and gloves, he climbed onto the ring, "Let's start."

Bian Hui looked at Lin Zifeng's and Lin Shouguang's somewhat similar eyebrows, and rushed forward with a roar.

"Crack~!"

Lin Zifeng blocked Bian Hui's fist with his arm, and joked, "You've taken gunpowder, you're more angry than me."

Bian Hui put on his braces and pursed his lips without speaking, and attacked Lin Zifeng sullenly.

"Clap clap clap~!"

Lin Zifeng saw that Bian Hui was playing with his life, and hit the protective gear on his chest. Although he was a little suffocated by the beating, he still protected his face with a good temper and did not fight back.

Brothers can only use this method to relieve the other party's anger.

Originally, Lin Zifeng sent Ling Haotian to Bian Hui to make Ling Haotian fall in love with Bian Hui and suffer another torture.

But he didn't expect that Ling Haotian didn't fall in love with Bian Hui, but Bian Hui fell in love with him. Seeing Bian Hui's appearance about to collapse, Lin Zifeng didn't want to argue with Bian Hui anymore, he almost killed Lin Shouguang.

Anyway, Lin Shouguang was not the only younger brother, but Bian Hui was the only brother, and Lin Zifeng also knew that Bian Hui had already shown mercy to him for his sake.

"Slap~!" Another punch in the face made Lin Zifeng feel a little annoyed, "Don't slap him in the face!" After all, he is also a public figure, so people beat him with bruised nose and swollen face.

Bian Hui panted a little, "You fight back!"

Seeing that Bian Hui was almost out of anger, Lin Zifeng stopped being polite and punched Bian Hui.

The two of them came and went, and they both received a lot of punches. Suddenly, the sound of the contact between the gloves and the body resounded through the boxing room.

After venting crazily for nearly half an hour, the two were panting and sweaty, lying on the ring, their bodies covered in blue and red.

Lin Zifeng was worse than Bian Hui because of his late attack, his eyes were blue.

Lin Zifeng lightly punched Bian Hui, "What's wrong with you? Last time I dropped my phone, this time I didn't owe you anything in my previous life."

Bian Hui also punched back, "What about you, you are so angry, you kicked my legs so badly."

Lin Zifeng was silent for a while, just when Bian Hui thought that Lin Zifeng would not answer, Lin Zifeng suddenly said, "I seem to like someone."

Bian Hui was noncommittal, waiting for Lin Zifeng to continue.

"I hurt him once, do you think he will forgive me?"

Bian Hui turned his head and looked at Lin Zifeng's sharp and handsome face, "Which lady is so capable that she took your soul away?"

"He's a man."

"Ah?" Bian Hui was dumbfounded. Although Lin Zifeng played with men occasionally, he brought them along. Usually, Lin Zifeng was surrounded by beautiful women. Lin Zifeng's discernment was gone.

"You mean Ling Haotian?" Bian Hui asked a little irritably.

"I'm talking about Li Bo." Lin Zifeng gave Bian Hui a sideways glance, "How could I fall in love with someone with a superficial appearance?"

Bian Hui was lying on the ground, this time he was not in the mood to speak for Ling Haotian, "Who are you going to introduce to me?"

"I guarantee that I'm no worse than Ling Haotian in appearance, more famous than Ling Haotian, and better-behaved than Ling Haotian, don't worry."

"Can you stop mentioning Ling Haotian to me, I'm annoying!" Bian Hui took off his glove and threw it far away.

"You mentioned it first." Lin Zifeng was very happy that his brother was out of the sea of ​​suffering. He took off his gloves and stood up, "Let's go, he's about to come."