Zhou Xiaotong watched the video on the cell phone of his classmate and nodded slightly, "This crow is good, and it is indeed a master's bird."

Feng Jun ignored it, picked up his glass and touched Yuan Huapeng, but he was too lazy to even talk about it.

Yuan Huapeng drank two sips of beer and picked up his phone to make a phone call, "Will Erping? Let the monkey pick a few female artists, talk to them, pay attention to the Weibo number" Falling Season 18 ", and forward it ..."

"Um, yes, the bigger the card, the better ... what, who is he? He is my boss!"

Yuan Huapeng put down his mobile phone, picked up a cigarette and lit it, and then smiled at Feng Jun, "Follow and forward first, don't talk about mixing, don't mix V get together."

This kind of pimping was not good to be spoken by outsiders, but the old man made it clear, what is he afraid of?

But Zhou Xiaotong didn't do it anymore, she smiled coldly, "Big V, let's not say that the certification is not ... 31 fans' big V?"

She didn't know that more than half of these thirty-one fans were added recently because of the video.

Yuan Huapeng glanced at her and did not speak, but there was a deep disdain in her eyes.

As long as there is money, how big is the big V? As for saying nothing ... how big is that? Find a team to do it.

Big V doesn't have to be rich, but money can definitely make big V.

There was another silence, some people were smoking in silence, some were drinking in silence, and the atmosphere was extremely strange.

With a "ding", Yuan Huapeng's cell phone rang again. He picked it up and glanced at it, "Oops, Master, the garrison in the northeast received the order. There may be a snow disaster. Do you want to prepare for the war ... Do you want to go?"

Feng Jun sighed, "This ... I can't be the master."

"Going to the Northeast at this time?" Zhou Xiaotong raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jun curiously, "Someone is forcing you?"

Feng Jun glanced at her, shook his head, and spit out two words, "No!"

Zhou Xiaotong continued to eat skewers, drink wine and drink tea slowly.

After a while, Feng Jun picked up his phone and swiped it, wanting to take a look at his bib fans, why it has risen by more than half in a few days.

After opening the bib, he was stunned. "Why, there are more than 100 fans?"

He looked around and found that a female artist named Guo Bingying followed him and forwarded it.

She has more than two million fans and should be considered a little star.

However, the comments when she reposted it were a bit speechless, "What a lovely bird ..."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Xiaotong's follower immediately refreshed Weibo and handed the phone back.

Zhou Xiaotong took a sip of the tea cup and squinted at the screen. "More than two hundred fans ... Hey, is Guo Bingying so famous?"

In her impression, Guo Bingying is just a third-rate little star. She has been making her debut since she was about 20 years old. Now she is almost 30 years old. She has made a lot of films, but she has never been popular.

The female chaperone whispered, "It's the mad demon with flowers, there are thousands of potted flowers in the house, and she keeps fish."

"She," Zhou Xiaotong nodded in a sudden realization, with a slight smile on his face, "Going to Sichuan?"

There are metaphors in her words, pointing to certain things, don't look at her not caring about the entertainment industry, but many things she knows are simply not something that ordinary people can understand.

In her opinion, the sun-drenched demon who went to Sichuan and Tibet was a representative incident in Guo Bingying, but there were no rumors outside.

When seeing the nod, nodded, Zhou Xiaotong sneered, "Is it worth being proud of her attention? I just feel sick."

"Oh," Yuan Huapeng chuckled and raised his hand to serve the wine bottle, not much to say.

Feng Jun smoked two cigarettes, crushed the cigarette butts, picked up the phone, and spoke lightly, "Among the people who follow me ... there are more disgusting people."

"You!" Zhou Xiaotong was irritated again, aren't you referring to Sang cursing Huai?

She sneered, "That's a rotten woman with all you can do, aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

Feng Jun swiped his phone slowly, "Huh? Looks good, looks good ... Lao Yuan, is this woman bad?"

"I don't know, I haven't heard how bad she is," Yuan Huapeng shook his head. "I haven't played for many years."

This forced to pretend, I give ninety-nine points, Feng Jun secretly praised, it is worthy of the second generation under the roots of the imperial city, all kinds of stalks play very ah.

He nodded and put down his mobile phone. "Then trouble you to ask, how much can I get?"

This is a bit of a grudge, but it's not exactly. He hasn't known the meat for a long time.

Professionally, he is definitely not interested. These part-time jobs may be even worse, but ... Anyway, it is a star.

I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional. Yuan Huapeng glanced at him and shook his head with a smile, "Ah, you have trouble with your heart ..."

Zhou Xiaotong twitched the corner of his mouth, picked up the glass and drank it, put it on the table mat, and stood up and left.

Yuan Huapeng was so happy to see this guy actually gone. To be honest, when she was able to see her deflated, it was really not much.

He chuckled, "Master, wait a minute, I'll call you and ask."

If he didn't say this, it was okay. As soon as he said it, Zhou Xiaotong, who had just stepped down the steps, stopped.

She turned her head and smiled slightly, "Brother Peng, it's snowing and it's a bit cold. I'm going to live in the south for a while."

"Oh?" Yuan Huapeng glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then waved his hand: Then you go, what would you tell me?

Zhou Xiaotong smiled again, and the smile was extremely bright. Although it was more than 8 o'clock in the evening, but under the snow-capped snow, her charming smile was very clear. "I don't know where to go ... you say that it's fine? "

Yuan Huapeng was originally happily swiping his mobile phone. He heard that his hand suddenly stopped in the air, "Xinni?"

Zhou Xiaotong stood among the snow flakes and smiled like a flower, "Yeah, rare."

Yuan Huapeng was silent for a long time before he whispered, "Xiaotong, my old man is pointing at the master to cure the disease, you know ..."

"I know," Zhou Xiaotong nodded with a smile, "I asked just now, but Brother Peng you didn't answer me."

Yuan Huapeng took out a cigarette and lit it, and even smoked several times before Shen Sheng asked, "What do you want?"

Zhou Xiaotong turned around and stepped on the snow again.

She came to Yuan Huapeng and looked at him condescendingly. After watching it for a while, she smiled slightly, "Brother Peng, I want to have a chat with the handsome master ... a little while alone."

Yuan Huapeng looked at Feng Jun and then at her, his face full of struggling hesitation.

"Well old Yuan," Feng Jun looked a little unbearable. "If you don't take a break, I'm not afraid of her ... think about yesterday."

Yuan Huapeng stood up immediately, watching Zhou Xiaotong speak coldly, "The master is related to the safety of my father ... Don't make me angry."

His words sounded snobbish, but in fact, this was the place of control.

Zhou Xiaotong's face fell, "Peng brother, you laughed, Master Feng is a master of martial arts, how can I treat him?"

Just now, the smile was like a flower, and in a blink of an eye, the temperament also changed with the change of expression, and the real judgment was like two people.

Feng Jun also looked secretly stupefied, this face-changing technique ... In Beijing, it was really talented.

Yuan Huapeng thought about it and glanced at Feng Jun, but he saw the master coming over with a confident smile.

He stood up and left silently, saying only four words, "The cook stays."

Seeing this, the driver Xiao Wang got up and got up, chasing Yuan Huapeng away.

On Zhou Xiaotong's face, there was a smile on his face.

She sat down laraly, beckoning the two followers, "You also sit down and eat."

The two heard the words and sat down, instructing the cook to say, "Re-bake, the cold ones don't need to be hot."

"I want to be cold, get hot," Feng Jun said lazily, "I like to eat it back, it's gluten enough."

The man looked at him with his classmates and Zhou Xiaotong again, sending a questioning look: Do you want to turn your face?

His height and weight are similar to that of Feng Jun, and he has also learned taekwondo and is not convinced of this so-called "Wulin master".

Zhou Xiaotong's head shook, very slightly: the good hands that Yuan Huapeng admired, were not something your three-legged cat kung fu could afford.

Feng Jun noticed that they exchanged glances ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ But he really didn't care. He gave you a face yesterday. If you really don't know what's wrong, don't blame me.

He picked up his phone and swiped, searching for "near camera."

Fortunately, the nearest camera, 80 meters away from here, plus night vision, certainly not very clear.

Zhou Xiaotong did not speak, and several people silently drank and ate skewers.

Feng Jun quite likes to enjoy the snow. He likes the night talk in the snow in the snow. Even if he drinks alone here, he will enjoy it.

But there are three inexplicable guys around him, he is also a little uncomfortable, especially all the people are not talking.

The atmosphere is too depressing, like this hazy sky.

After drinking the beer in the glass, he raised his hand to touch his handbag, intending to pay to leave.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaotong suddenly said, "I'm sorry about yesterday's events."

"It's no embarrassment," Feng Jun said lazily while pulling away his handbag, his face was very calm, "Since I walked into the stranger's deck, I must be aware of risk, if it is calculated, it is Deserve ... "

"Isn't there a TV?" Don't Talk to Strangers. "

"Okay Master Feng," Zhou Xiaotong stretched out his hand and held his hand holding the money.

Her small hands are delicate and cold, and she is white and abnormal. Under the reflection of Xueguang, you can see the blue veins on the back of her hand vaguely.

"Then you are talking," Feng Jun said lazily. "I've nothing to do, but I'm bored."

Zhou Xiaotong withdrew her hand, she was a little annoyed, and finally broke the silence herself, "What did Yuan Huapeng tell you about me?"

Feng Jun paused for a while before he said in a deep voice, "Endocrine disorders, or ... vegetative nerve disorders?"