Chuanshu: President, please let go, the cub is not yours!

Seeing that Huo Xizhou was silent, Wang Feihong continued, "I didn't expect to see you for so many years, and my junior sister Meng looks more and more youthful. Azhou, if you don't go down, I will go down."

Wang Feihong didn't care about the expressions of the people behind him, and got out of the car in a hurry. All these years, he had been thinking about how to meet Gu Nanfeng, and he had forgotten that there was someone like Meng Youyou.

The world after rebirth has undergone considerable changes, perhaps he can find some useful information from Meng Youyou.

Wang Feihong is well-known in the industry for her long legs, and she walked in front of Meng Youyou in a few steps. The little girl has not changed much from five years ago, but has a calm and intellectual temperament, which is different from her ancient costume today. The appearance is very suitable, just like an ancient lady in the boudoir.

Speaking of ancient costumes, Wang Feihong remembered that Gu Nanfeng's ancient costumes were the best he had ever seen. The first meeting between him and Gu Nanfeng in his last life seemed like yesterday. Everything is so beautiful.

He will never forget that scene.

"Junior Junior Sister, long time no see." Wang Feihong took off his sunglasses, and moved the air with his slender fingers, just as enthusiastic as Meng Youyou remembered.

Meng Youyou didn't expect that the "great villain" and "great good man" in Huo's novel would come together.

Ye Xianxian just told her 10 minutes ago that Wang Feihong just came back from abroad today, and invited her, a former junior sister, to have dinner with her because she just returned to China and wanted to be the first variety show again, and wanted to get acquainted with the guests of "Operation Rainforest" familiar.

Others may not think that this rhetoric is problematic. As a cannon fodder female supporting role with God's perspective, how can she not know that Wang Feihong is a drunkard who doesn't care about drinking.

Gu Nanfeng was invited to have dinner with her alone, but the rest of the guests invited her to the same table. This is very telling. She remembered that there was another male guest, Su Xingchen, who publicly expressed his love for Gu Nanfeng.

Meng Youyou didn't know if Wang Feihong was able to make appointments for dinner alone, whether she had the honor of her former alumni or her friendship with Gu Nanfeng.

No matter which one it was, it was impossible for her to let the two of them eat alone.

Meng Youyou was blessed and said generously, "I've seen Senior Brother Wang, but it's been a long time."

She still had a good impression of Wang Feihong. In the novel, Wang Feihong had almost nothing to do with the original owner. When the whole world laughed at the original owner's wishful thinking, only Wang Feihong persuaded the original owner to let go of his obsession and help Huo Xizhou and Gu Nanfeng.

One time, Wang Feihong tried to persuade him with good words, but the original owner not only didn't appreciate it, but also mocked him. In the end, the two had a big fight, and they have been strangers ever since.

Wang Feihong flashed out his phone, "I just watched the live broadcast of Junior Junior Sister today. You are very popular, and you are almost catching up with many first-line stars."

"Brother praises me, I'm just in the good graces."

Wang Feihong nodded, with a little more approval in his eyes, Meng Youyou was really different, humble and courteous without asking for credit, it was completely different from the previous life.

"That's right." Wang Feihong glanced at the Rolls-Royce, Huo Xizhou didn't seem to want to come down.

Meng Youyou followed his gaze, but she couldn't see anything except the reflective car glass from her angle of view. She turned her head and smiled, "Please tell me, senior brother."

"I heard." Wang Feihong gently pushed Meng Youyou aside with his sunglasses, and said mysteriously, "I heard that you are very familiar with Gambler Lan?"

Meng Youyou gave a dry laugh, who leaked the secret? Isn't it a secret that she knew Lan?

"Well, Lan is my old customer."

"Then next time, hey, hey..." Wang Feihong was pushed aside before he finished speaking, and Huo Xizhou got out of the car at some point, and looked at the two whispering with a frosty face, "If you want to eat, hurry up Go! You, come with me!"

The first sentence was addressed to Wang Feihong, and the latter sentence was addressed to Meng Youyou.

Meng Youyou nodded to Wang Feihong, then drooped her head, and left with Huo Xizhou.

"Hey, Azhou!" Wang Feihong looked at the figures of the two leaving one after the other, the two incompatible outfits did not seem to violate harmony at all.

"It's amazing."

Huo Xizhou and Meng Youyou went all the way to the pavilion in the backyard without a word. The scenery here was not inferior to the garden last time. Unfortunately, Meng Youyou had no time to appreciate it at this time. She only hoped that Huo Xizhou would not punish the good friends.

Huo Xizhou found a place to sit down and looked at Meng Youyou's outfit up close. It was pretty good. I don't know what Lan would do if she wore it?

Realizing that he had confused Meng Youyou and Lan again, Huo Xizhou hammered the table angrily, and turned his gaze to the pond next to the pavilion.

Pretend, I really know how to pretend.

Meng Youyou didn't know what happened to Huo Xizhou, so she suddenly hammered her fist on the stone table, like a muffled thunder.

Meng Youyou, humans and dogs have different paths, so you don't have to force yourself to understand the behavior of other people.

Huo Xizhou clenched his fist with one hand and put it on the stone table, showing the cartoon Band-Aid in his hand.

"President, is your hand hurt?" Meng Youyou asked cautiously when she saw Huo Xizhou.

The colorful cartoon Band-Aid came into view, and Huo Xizhou raised his other hand to caress, his tone was much softer, as if he was talking to himself, but also as if asking, "How do you think this wound is bandaged?"

Meng Youyou: ...

"It's beautiful." Meng Youyou said sincerely without thinking.

Heaven and earth, please forgive me for speaking against my conscience because I don't want to be vaccinated against rabies.

Huo Xizhou sneered, it seemed that Meng Youyou still had a bit of taste, "Very good, I'm not blind."

The "tasteful" Meng Youyou stood there speechless.

To be honest, the cartoon Band-Aid in Huo Xizhou's hand reminded her of Nezha, a muscular man who was very popular on the Internet a few years ago.

What's more, what she boasted was only a Band-Aid, and the three little ones also have the same style.

Every time she gets hurt, the three little ones will give her a sticker.

Thinking of the three little ones, Meng Youyou relaxed a little. If she hadn't known that the three little ones would never know Huo Xizhou, she would almost have thought it was joy and joy.

the other side.

Ye Xianxian was fidgeting all the time in the car, and her best friend asked her to take Grandma Xu back, but right now she just wanted to go back and fight side by side with Yoyo.

I don't know how Yoyo is doing now, that dead Tibetan mastiff in Huoxizhou can't bite, right?

"Xianxian, what's wrong with you? Your phone is almost being pulled out of the cocoon by you." Xu Meiqing didn't understand, didn't she just go to see her grandson, and the grandson is not a scourge, so why did the girl Xianxian toss and turn? Look at the phone.

"Xianxian, no matter how much you turn over, the time will pass by bit by bit, and the wheels will roll round and round."

Ye Xianxian scratched her hair irritably, shook her head and wailed, "Grandma, you don't understand, our president is going crazy. It's not a day or two for him to bully Yoyo."

abnormal?

The more Xu Meiqing listened, the more confused she became. How could her grandson be a pervert?

At most, it can be regarded as a vigorous and thunderous method.

Xu Meiqing slapped her head, no wonder Yoyo doesn't like her eldest grandson anymore, it turned out that Ye Xianxian was "breathing the wind around the pillow".

No, no, she wants to justify the name of her eldest grandson.

Before she could open her mouth, Ye Xianxian pressed her shoulders, and Cherry's small mouth crackled, and the next hour was Huo Xizhou's complaint meeting.