The big shots are jealous of me [Entertainment]

A fat man in a suit and leather shoes sat in the front row of the black luxury car.

He turned cautiously against the barren Mediterranean sea above his head.

Then, facing the man in the back seat, he put on an extremely courteous smile on his fat face: "Mr. Lu, don't worry, the nature of this land is absolutely fine! I checked, and that orphanage is not a public... "

He talked on and on for a long time, but the expression of the man in the back seat was still calm, making it difficult for people to figure out what he meant.

For a moment, he raised his hand expressionlessly and lifted his cuffs.

The man next to him who looked like an assistant immediately smiled politely, and interrupted the fat man: "Boss Hai."

Fatty's voice stopped abruptly. He glanced at the special assistant, then sneaked a glance at the man with his eyes closed behind him, and dared not speak for a while.

After a pause of two seconds, he still bit the bullet and said, "Mr. Lu, then this piece of land..."

The man's eyes were still closed, his right hand rested casually on the armrest box beside him, his index finger slightly bent, and his fingertips lightly tapped on the leather case.

"Let's talk about it," he said.

The voice was calm and emotionless, but the unreasonable and strong sense of oppression made the fat man dare not say another word.

He guessed what this master meant, and smiled: "Then Mr. Lu, I won't bother you."

The man didn't say anything, and the special assistant in black beside him smiled: "Boss Hai, walk slowly."

The fat man nodded repeatedly, got out of the car respectfully, stood cautiously on the side of the road, and only let out a sigh of relief when the black car gradually disappeared.

Several people in suits and leather shoes gathered around at this moment, and said nervously, "Boss Hai, how are you doing?"

The fat man wiped off his sweat and glared at the man irritably: "How do I know what's going on?"

He pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "Well, then, at the orphanage, you should implement it immediately! When you get the land, President Lu will naturally believe me."

The man nodded and bowed again and again: "Yes, yes, Mr. Hai."

Turning around, dialing the phone, and swaggeringly ordered the people below, "The orphanage I mentioned last time... yes! Let me do it right away!"

Li Tezhu sat in the car that was driving smoothly, feeling the increasing air pressure of the man beside him, watching his nose, nose and heart.

A drop of cold sweat involuntarily oozes from his forehead.

Out of the corner of his eye, the man beside him frowned slightly.

He turned his head immediately: "Boss Lu?"

The man has a straight nose and thin lips, and a thin side profile.

With his eyes closed, the eyelashes cast a gray-black shadow under his eyes, covering his pale and bloodless skin, which was more than stunning, but only a little less popular.

After two seconds, he opened his eyes: "Stop."

The voice was very light, but the breath was surprisingly cold, which made Li Tezhu very uneasy: "Mr. Lu, your body..."

The wrinkles between Lu Zhen's brows deepened, and he said coldly with the last remaining patience: "Don't make me say it a second time."

Li Tezhu shut his mouth immediately, even breathing a little lighter.

The black car stopped slowly, he got out, and respectfully opened the door for Lu Zhen.

The latter stepped out of the car, raised his hand, and waved it.

The wrist drew an arc in mid-air, Li Tezhu lowered his eyes, just in time to see a black line on the thin wrist, oozing from the light blue blood vessels, winding and covering the cold white skin.

His eyelids twitched.

The last time Mr. Lu asked to be alone, he seemed to have seen the same lines.

I vaguely remember that it was also a sunny day.

Li Tezhu had heard rumors about the only son of the Lu family.

It was said that he had been in poor health since he was a child, and suffered from an unheard of strange disease. In order to treat him, the Lu family invited famous doctors from all over the world, but they still failed to cure the young master. Seeing that he was getting thinner and thinner, he could hardly eat.

The old man of the Lu family went to Qingchen Mountain in person and obtained a jade pendant from Master Huiyuan, and gradually he got better.

It's just that whether it is cured or not, everyone has no way of knowing.

The sun was scorching, and the cheeks of pedestrians on the road were flushed from the heat, except for a tall man in a remote street corner with pale face and black lips.

Lu Zhen lowered her eyes, staring at the black lines that gradually dissipated under the scorching sun, and didn't look back until the terrifying winding disappeared completely.

Now he didn't look abnormal except that he was bloodless, but the next second, he arched his back in pain.

The big hand that was holding on to the wall was covered with blue veins, as if it could break through the thin skin and explode at any time.

Lu Zhen stared coldly and lowered his head.

According to past experience, it only takes 10 minutes to return to normal under such a sunny day.

He raised his wrist slowly and stared at the dial.

Before the wrist could be retracted, there was a rush of footsteps behind him, mixed with the sound of turbid and rapid breathing, and then he was pushed against the wall vigorously, and the watch was brutally pulled off.

Lu Zhen tried his best to prop himself up against the wall, resisting the urge to cough, and suddenly raised his head, his eye sockets looked a little scary due to bloodshot eyes, staring directly at the running bald head with cold eyes.

Seeing him running farther and farther, almost disappearing from sight, a young man suddenly walked out from the dilapidated door next to him, and quickly supported him.

A fresh and pleasant voice was in his ear: "Are you okay?"

There was an exclamation from the opposite side:

"Ah! Robbery!"

"My God, I stole a watch!"

The young man seemed to be stunned for a moment, glanced at Lu Zhen, then at the back of the bald head going away, and said decisively: "You wait."

Then, he ran out like a gust of wind.

……

To be honest, Song Yan really felt like a gust of wind!

No kidding.

Originally, he just rushed out instinctively, wanting to chase the watch back for the man in the shirt. He didn't even think that his running level, which has never failed, would be able to catch up with the bald man who was many meters away.

But after he ran a few steps, he was stunned.

God, he ran... so fast!

As if stepping on a hot wheel, Hula Hula rushed a lot of meters, and even the hair stood up!

... After a while, he caught up with the bald head.

After chasing the bald head, Song Yan began to feel embarrassed again - the bald head is not only very bald, but also very strong!

1.9 meters tall, the muscles on his body can be clearly seen through the vest, shirtless, showing two big flower arms, and the amount of muscles under the tattoo is also very impressive.

But now there is obviously no way out, Song Yan silently glanced at his chicken paws, closed his eyes and grabbed the bald head: "Stop!"

The bald head gave him a disdainful look, grinned, and punched him.

So the two wrestled together...

Then, Song Yan pushed the bald head to the ground, and then, the bald head was beaten into... a pig's head.

On the other side of the road, two girls watching the whole process took a breath at the same time: "Hiss~"

The whole dialogue is as follows:

"Oh my god, that little brother runs so fast! He caught up with him!"

"It's over, the brave little brother is about to be beaten, call the police!"

"Woooooooo..."

"Wait, it doesn't seem like the little brother was beaten..."

"Damn it, it's so fierce!!"

The two girls looked at each other silently, and the little girl with glasses swallowed her saliva: "Well, did you record the video?"

Fang Fang raised her phone, "It's hard to see such a handsome little brother, will I miss it?"

As he spoke, he poked the screen.

"what are you doing?"

"Call the police and post on Weibo by the way."

Not long after, there was a video on the Internet.

In the beginning, this Weibo was very deserted, with only a few people liking it. The first comment finally appeared the next day, and more and more people followed the video.

[Be brave for righteousness, like it!so handsome! 】

[This video makes me feel comfortable all over. Seeing the bald head being beaten makes me so happy! 】

[Praise this young man, there are not many such brave men in society now, full of positive energy! 】

[Although... But, am I the only one who pays attention to my little brother's appearance! There was a frontal shot when he raised his head in 35 seconds, his facial features are so exquisite!Absolutely!She looks better than many celebrities! 】

[Comment on the contact information of a little brother, want to marry [smile]]

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These are all later stories.

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Song Yan snatched back the watch from the big bald man who was begging his mother for mercy, turned around and walked back for a while, but he was still in a daze.

What just happened? ?

Why did he suddenly become so mighty!

The fist feels like a god...

Speaking of which, since the thunderstorm, his health has been getting better every day.

In the past few days, he basically only slept for two or three hours. The rest of the time was either practicing singing or dancing. Luo Jieling slept twice as much as him, and he was exhausted every day.

But he was in good spirits.

I can't help but envy Roger Ling.

But now, not only is he in good spirits, but he also walks like flying and punches like rain...

Is it because he eats a lot? ?

Song Yan was puzzled, but he didn't intend to get entangled, and quickly ran to the owner with the watch in his pocket: "Do you see if this is yours? Is there anything missing? I just checked, and the watch is still fine... ..."

Said a lot, but did not get a word of response.

The man who lost the watch arched his back in embarrassment, leaning his shoulders against the wall, trying to support himself.

He lowered his head, but from Song Yan's angle, he could still see his pale face and bloodless thin lips.

It doesn't look like it's hurt, it looks like...

Lu Zhen lowered her eyes and heard his clear and pleasant voice. She said a long list, but she didn't hate it.

Then, I heard him suddenly realize: "You are suffering from hypoglycemia!"

Hypoglycemia?

Lu Zhen wanted to make a sneer, but just as he made an arc, something was stuffed into his mouth.

He subconsciously wanted to spit it out, but he happened to wrap it around the boy's warm fingertips.

Lu Zhen was taken aback.

Milky, sweet, and mixed with the fresh scent of his fingertips, it started from the tip of his tongue and spread throughout his mouth.

The young man said with a smile, "Fortunately, I confiscated a few toffees from the old lady today. Do you feel better now?"

I don't know if it was Lu Zhen's illusion, but he vaguely felt that the severe pain in his head had really eased.

"It should be fine in a while, I'll put the watch in your pocket for you, be careful!"

After the boy finished speaking, he approached him.

The sweet and pleasant aroma was drawn into the nostrils again.

From Lu Zhen's perspective, he happened to see that white, tender and slender neck.

Swaying and shaking under his nose.

Lu Zhen stared at him for two seconds, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and finally raised his eyes to look at him.

The boy's facial features are unexpectedly delicate.

The black hair is fluffy and soft, the eyes are bright, and there is a brown mole at the end of the eyes.

Pretty and vivid.

Something was put in the trouser pocket, accompanied by the boy's lively voice: "Ah, it's almost too late for the company's work meal, let's not talk, I'm leaving first!"

He turned and hurried to the bus stop.

……

After a while, Lu Zhen finally stood up straight. He took out the watch in his pocket and took a look.

15 minutes.

This time, in just 15 minutes, he was back to normal.

Lu Zhen withdrew his gaze and clasped the watch back to his wrist without saying a word.

From beginning to end, he kept his eyes down, thoughtful.

There seemed to be something in his pocket, he reached out and took it out to have a look.

Two big white rabbit toffee.

Lu Zhen stared at it for two seconds, then looked up at the boy's receding figure.

His back is thin and narrow, and his body proportions are excellent. At first glance, he is a beautiful young man.

Of course, if this young man didn't keep...hitting his ass, it would be even more beautiful.

Lu Zhen stared at it for a while, then looked down at his watch.

Well done, it took a full 11 seconds.

……

Song Yan firmly refused to admit that he was cheating!

He just suddenly felt an itchy tailbone!

It's really the tailbone, not that!

——When the finger was licked by that one.

So, Song Yan hurriedly stuffed the things into his trouser pocket, covered his ass and ran away.

Halfway through the run, I couldn't hold back anymore, poked secretly around my eyes, and started to buckle quietly, ah bah, it was tickling.

Song Yan secretly scratched him until he went back to the company restaurant for dinner.

Just finished scratching, and was about to sit down with a plate, two people walked into the restaurant.

Luo Jieling, who was sitting across from him, sneered, and signaled to him: "Hey, Wei Ziyang's followers are here, and they are probably here to trouble us!"

Sure enough, as soon as the two entered the restaurant, they began to look around, seeing Song Yan's eyes lit up at the same time, and then walked towards him quickly.

Song Yan didn't pay attention to these two, anyway, it was just a joke, and he didn't have any other losses. With that serious skill, he might as well scratch it.

However, Luo Jieling immediately cheered up, ready to face the war of words and guns with these two villains.

Not only did he get nervous, other trainees in the restaurant also paid attention to them, either explicitly or secretly.

Everyone watched them walk into the restaurant...

Watching the two of them swarming towards Song Yan...

Then, bowed and said in unison: "Brother Yan!"

The voice was so loud that Song Yan's hands trembled in fright, and a chopstick almost poked his nostrils.

Rogering: "..."

Onlookers: "..."