Chapter 12 Ninety-nine thousand and eight (3)

  Wen Churan turned his head fiercely, staring at Shengshimo.

  He is like a big star who is frantically entangled by fans, and his face is full of boredom.

  She knew that he had misunderstood.

   Then hurriedly explained, "Don’t get me wrong! I didn’t know this was your car. If I knew it was your car, I would rather find a hole to get in!"

  This is her big truth!

  It’s too late for her to avoid him!

  A sneer sneered from the corner of Mo's mouth in his prime.

how? He doesn't believe it? !

  Wen Churan gave him a disdainful smile, "Mr. Sheng, please let us get off!"

  Sheng Shimo did not answer her, but instead glanced at his watch.

  He seems to have something urgent, and he doesn’t bother to pursue it any further.

   raised her head, her deep gaze locked her.

  "Don’t use your tricks to delay my precious time!"

precious time? !

  Wen Churan's mouth twitched.

  What's the logic of this man? !

   and normal people are not the same brain!

  "Yes, yes, your time is precious, and others are wasting their lives!"

  Wen Churan nodded vigorously.

  In his prime, Mo ignored her irony and glanced at An Ge lightly.

   Immediately, very ‘friendly’ to remind Wen Churan.

  "Next time you follow, remember to pretend, and don’t bring your friends again, it’s very eye-catching!"

  Tracking? !

  Let’s do it, I misunderstood her before and wanted to go for it, but now I misunderstand her to follow.

  In the eyes of Sheng Shimo, she is a fan who loves him so much.

  How she did in her previous life.

  It's a pity that she was born again, she has been reborn.

  Wen Churan was too lazy to explain, turned around and opened the car door.

  As soon as he was about to get out of the car, he heard Shengshi Mo let out a lazy feed behind him.

  She turned her head and glared at him, "What are you going to do! I have a name!"

  He glanced at her, frowning, "Don’t forget, ninety-nine thousand eighty."

  噗...

  Wen Chuhan will be vomiting blood sooner or later.

   still thinking about ninety-nine thousand eighty!

   slammed on the door and watched the luxury car fly away.

  An Ge excitedly took her hand.

   "It's Sheng Shimo! I can see him as a real person, even more handsome than on TV! That aura...it's literally! I sit next to him and my legs are weak!"

  Wen Churan helplessly shook his head.

  Everyone was deceived by his appearance.

   "But..." An Ge looked at her suspiciously, "What did he mean by what he said to you?"

  In fact, Wen Churan and Sheng Shimo were in a hidden marriage.

  In the eyes of the outside world, Sheng Shimo is still a golden bachelor.

  Nor did she tell An Ge about the marriage.

   "It's meaningless." Wen Churan pointed to his brain with a serious expression on his face. "He is mentally retarded."

  An Ge couldn't help but smile, and gave her a push, "What! He is the woman's dream lover in city B!"

  Wen Churan did not give any explanation, only sticking out his tongue.

  Watching the two women get out of the car, Sheng Shimo suddenly received a call from Sheng Zhixun.

   "Four brother, are you in the imperial capital? I have arrived!"

  He didn't say a word and ended the call directly.

  An Ge arranged for Wen Churan to work as a waiter in the Imperial City, the first entertainment venue in City B.

  It is not a problem to earn tens of thousands of tips in one night.

  This job is indeed not decent.

  The big red Mao Grandpa is deeply attracted to Wen Chu Dye.

The proprietress of   Emperor Capital is very satisfied with Wen Churan.

  Because she is born with a good pair of skins, as long as she is dressed a little, she can definitely amaze others.

  Before night, the imperial capital was very deserted.

  Wen Churan followed the boss's wife and wandered around the hall.

  The dancers are rehearsing on the center stage of the hall.

  Wen Churan stepped, and suddenly said, "I don't want to be a waiter."

  The lady boss looked back at her in surprise, "Not a waiter? What do you want to do then?"

  She pointed directly to the center stage and dropped the two words "Dance!"

  The lady boss was even more surprised "You...you can dance?"

  Nonsense! To her, it's a trivial matter!

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  (End of this chapter)