After being dressed as cannon fodder, I just want a divorce

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Those who can buy a house in this area are either rich or expensive, and the red convertible supercar is parked on the side of the road, probably to match the outfit. Ye Misheng specially wore a bright-colored casual suit, and leaned halfway by the car door with sunglasses on.

Scratch your eyes, you don't look like a decent person.

"Hey." Zhou Zhou looked out from inside the car with disgust, lowered his head to hide behind the back of the co-pilot, and urged: "Go, go, don't let Ye Misheng see me."

Fu Hengzhi glanced at the side of the road and saw Ye Misheng again, frowning obviously displeased, but he still raised all the windows of the car at the same time to block all sight from the outside world.

The vehicle slowed down and slowly drove into the security area of ​​the villa area. Ye Misheng on the side of the road was holding his mobile phone, waiting for a message from the other side.

Everything is running smoothly.

Zhou Zhou bowed his head, curled up in the back seat like a newborn quail, and replied to Ye Misheng's message.

-Zhou Zhou: Oh, I'm not feeling well today. I'm lying on the bed and I don't have energy, so why don't I go?

As soon as the news was sent out, I felt the car stop.

Zhou Zhou poked his neck forward, only dared to show half of his head to look at Fu Hengzhi, "Why did you stop?"

"... Aunt Feng."

As soon as the words fell, someone knocked lightly on the window glass with his knuckles from the outside, Fu Hengzhi lowered the window, and Aunt Feng's voice immediately filled the car.

"It's so early to be back." Aunt Feng was still pushing her electric car, and it seemed that she was going to go shopping again. Seeing Zhou Zhou, who was sneaking in the back seat, kept shushing at her, she said in puzzlement, "Why? A small boat? Hey, your favorite milk snow clams are simmering on the stove at home, remember to go back and drink."

"..." Zhou Zhou's scalp tightened, and he thought what kind of soup he was drinking, and it was all revealed.

Zhou Zhou's face was drooping, and as expected, Aunt Feng left, and the next second that no longer familiar figure made up for that position.

Ye Misheng took off his sunglasses and looked at Fu Hengzhi, who had an unattractive complexion, and smiled politely: "Boss Fu, long time no see, how are you?"

But his target was obviously not Fu Hengzhi in the driver's seat. He tilted his head and looked in, with a brighter smile than before, "Brother Zhou, you look in good spirits. Let's go visit the class together. Wen Luo hopes you'll come."

The tone of the voice is like that of an immature child, approaching with a desire for candy, which makes people unable to refuse.

Zhou Zhou likes this one the most, and he has tried everything.

"Okay then, I'll go and see Wen Luo." Zhou Zhou felt very embarrassed for not holding on to his determination, and when he looked at Fu Hengzhi again, the other party had a cold face, making it difficult to know what he was thinking.

Zhou Zhou tentatively asked the other party, "I'm going to see my friend, why don't you go home and turn off the stove?" He unconsciously used the honorific title.

The soup is still simmering, so you have to be safe.

Fu Hengzhi hummed.

Zhou Zhou got out of the car and followed Ye Misheng into the supercar. Seeing the black car passing through the gate security check and entering the villa area, Ye Misheng handed a pair of sunglasses to the person beside him.

Jokingly said: "Brother Zhou, why am I not very happy to see Boss Fu?"

Zhou Zhou thought to himself, isn't he always like this, Fu Ba Zong Heng is not happy.

"No." Zhou Zhou pushed the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and he didn't agree.

"Yes, Brother Zhou, if I bring you out, President Fu won't be angry, right?" Ye Mi said in a drawn-out tone, "President Fu shouldn't get angry so easily, right?"

Whoever heard this at the side had to call out: good tea.

"..."

Zhou Zhou couldn't feel it, he felt that Ye Misheng fell ill periodically, and he didn't speak well when he was not paying attention, so he tried to correct him, "Mi Sheng, we elders have to be tough when speaking, don't act like a woman at every turn. "

Ye Misheng: "..."

"By the way, your car is not bad." Under the sunglasses, Zhou Zhou looked at it in astonishment. "Except for the color, it looks good. How much did you pay for it?"

"Millions, I don't really remember." Ye Misheng started the engine, kicked the accelerator and rushed to Guangming Avenue, a group of chic, "If you like, you can come to my garage to have a look, pick one for you you drive."

Zhou Zhou raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said with a loud smile: "That's a good relationship! It just so happens that I'm about to learn my driver's license, so I keep my word."

"Definitely." Ye Misheng was happy, and asked casually, "How long has it been since the driver's license test?"

"It's only three years." Zhou Zhou didn't care much, "I've been stuck in the second class, but it's okay. This time, I'll pay some money to pass, and I'll take you for a ride."

Ye Misheng's smile stagnated, "It's not necessary, it's not necessary."

Originally, I wanted to chat with the other party about the topic of driving. After all, there is no man who doesn't love cars, but Ye Misheng didn't dare to speak during the whole process, for fear that Zhou Zhou would buy a driver's license and come to him tomorrow.

Completely ignoring the possibility that the other party was joking.

The sports car is stuck at the limit of the city's speed limit, and the engine roars loudly, making it a dazzling sight in the city. It is the first time for Zhou Zhou to ride this car, and he feels the joy of fast speed all the way.

Wen Luo's new play is called "Chasing the Championship", which is adapted from ID novels. The story of the veteran team of Waterloo on the stage, once again at the peak of glory before the curtain call.

Wen Luo's 19-year-old age plays the 17-year-old protagonist Lu Xiaofan very well. Except for the disadvantage that Wen Luo himself has no experience in games, everything else seems to be tailor-made for him.

"It's tailor-made for Wen Luo." The two walked to the green room on the set, and there was no one there. Ye Mi smiled and said softly: "My brother is the biggest investor in this movie, so You understand."

"Understood." Zhou Zhou nodded, but sighed in his heart.

This is the plot of the original novel. He has read it. If it develops to this point, it proves that the relationship between the two is not that deep. If there is no accident, there will be an accident on the set, and then Ye Qisheng was injured in order to save Wen Luo, and then recuperate in the hospital. At that time, Wen Luo came to visit the sick, and the closed environment was lonely and widowed, and something unsuitable for children happened naturally, and Ye Qisheng succeeded in embracing the beauty.

Bah, scumbag, the kid is only 19 years old.

Zhou Zhou couldn't get used to it, combined with the original novel, Wen Luo's feelings for this got deeper and deeper, which led to the unspeakable pain when he was kicked away in the later stage. Come and help if you can.

"Luo Zai, my brother is here to see you." Zhou Zhou pushed open the door of the lounge and entered carelessly, only to see Wen Luo blushing after hastily pushing Ye Qisheng away.

Zhou Zhou: "..." Fuck, what is this bastard doing to Luo Zai.

Almost kissed him, Ye Qisheng was furious, and said in a bad mood: "Who told you to come."

"Fate? Unfair fate made me come?" Zhou Zhou followed the trend, and Wen Luo laughed in the next second, and Ye Qisheng's face became even uglier.

Zhou Zhou didn't bother to look at Ye Qisheng's face, so he went to sit on the other side of the small sofa leaning against Wen Luo, and said with a chuckle, "Is this line familiar? You learned it in middle school."

"I have learned it." Wen Luo replied obediently: "I even performed this play on stage at the time."

The two of you started chatting as soon as you said something, completely ignoring the other two people in the room.

Ye Qisheng was angry but because he couldn't get angry, he went out based on the principle of out of sight, out of mind.

When closing the door, his hand touched the erasable board hanging on the doorknob, he waved a signature pen to write a line, and left with a cold snort.

Ye Misheng came out to care about his neglected elder brother, but he didn't see it, but he noticed the handwriting on the erasable board.

The font is elegant and the shape is chic, but the content is a little childish.

Looking at the handwriting, he knew it was his brother's handwriting. Ye Misheng picked up the sponge on the back of the pen and wiped it, intending to erase this line of writing, otherwise it would not be good for others to see.

Unexpectedly, the door was suddenly opened from the inside.

"You didn't leave. It just so happened that the three of us played a game to help Luo Zai find a sense of drama." Zhou Zhou said: "The difference between mobile games and PC games is quite big, so let's find out the feeling first... What are you doing? "

Seeing that the other party's eyes moved down, Zhou Zhou noticed the erasable whiteboard on the doorknob, and picked it up to check.

"!" Seeing his eyes narrowed slightly, Ye Misheng hurriedly explained: "It's not me, it's really not me!"

With both hands raised, the erasable whiteboard markers caught between the fingers are very conspicuous.

"Zhou Zhou and dogs are not allowed inside." Zhou Zhou finished reading softly, raised his head, and smiled, "You are quite bold~"

[The author has something to say]:

Tell Wen Luo that Zhou Zhou wants to come, tell Zhou Zhou that Wen Luo misses him——"Ye Misheng's Art of Speaking"

Not me, really not me! —— "The Hero of the Pot, Ye Misheng"