Fall in love even with low EQ [Quick Transmigration]

"Follow me." A child in a gold and red embroidered lion and hydrangea waistcoat poked his head out of the carriage, and his childish voice was somewhat curious, "Are you brothers?"

In the next second, he was hugged by the grandma and put on a patched embroidered lion hat: "Little ancestor, don't catch a cold!"

Impatiently, the child let her wear a willow-leaf flat-stitch embroidered flower-pattern leather jacket, Tite twisted his neck and opened the car curtain and said in a loud voice: "Stop kneeling, you and your brother, come with me!" Let's go."

The grandma looked at the boy kneeling beside the snow-covered road, and she seemed to be no more than a child, with a boy a few years younger still on her back.His body was so dirty that he couldn't tell he looked good, but his eyes were black and bright.Hearing what his elder son said, he didn't answer, Shan took a step back and watched them vigilantly.So he couldn't help sighing: "Poor seer." But he softly persuaded, "Little ancestor, rewarding them with a few taels of silver is enough."

The child raised his face, and said solemnly with an adult look: "That's not what you said. They are only a few years old, and they will be robbed within two streets of carrying money."

"Can……"

"No but." The child rolled his eyes, "Could it be that the heir of my majestic fifth prince's mansion can't afford to buy two children?"

"Naturally, the son made it." The nanny laughed along with her, "It's not easy to explain to the prince."

"Nurse, let me take you back to the mansion and ask mother if she is okay?" The child immediately changed his pitiful expression, "I only have three older sisters, and I will play with them until I see the sky." Go somewhere."

The nanny sighed softly: "My son is kind, so be it."

The child immediately laughed and waved: "Not coming up yet? By the way, what are your names?"

"Hey little ancestor, how could they—"

"Come up, come up—"

Feng Wu rubbed his forehead and sat in the dining room sluggishly, spreading jam on the bread on the plate every now and then.

Qin Xiaoran, who came over with the plate and spun around twice before sitting down, winked at him: "Yo Yo Yo——"

Feng Wu glanced at her unhappily: "Stop showing off your ankles with two eight beats?"

"Hey, my mother's Chanel is new this summer, it must be high-profile!" Qin Xiaoran raised her head and smiled triumphantly, then waved her hands, "Of course, here!"

Yue Yiran, with a fluttering long skirt, nodded gracefully at Fengwu before sitting down: "Are you ready to eat dirt this month?"

"Of course you are badbad!" Qin Xiaoran groaned in pain.After saying a word, he turned his head and said with high spirits, "Tell me about Xiao Fengfeng, you and Ou Zong were not hehehe last night~~"

Feng Wu's head twitched in pain: "What the hell is Xiao Fengfeng? And the woolen ones hehehe!"

"Say it quickly, don't be so stingy." Qin Xiaoran took the jam bottle handed over by Yue Yiran and began to wipe, "It's twelve o'clock in the middle of the night and you and Mr. Ou actually appeared in the company together, tsk tsk, classic scene! "

"Aren't you there too?" Feng Wu snorted.

"I'm working! Overtime!" Qin Xiaoran looked at him righteously, "So, you are forced~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Feng Wu looked her up and down in distaste and said, "Am I familiar with you? If you have the ability, go to the sunglasses—cough, say this in front of the boss."

"Once you are born and you are acquainted twice, we have met three times!" Qin Xiao gave him a white look, "And you urged me to die in front of Mr. Ou, won't your conscience hurt?"

"No." Feng Wu grinned at her.

Qin Xiaoran covered her face and said, "Didn't I recommend something good to you?"

"You still have the nerve to say it!" Feng Wu rolled his eyes, "It must be those messy online novels you mentioned that caused me to have nightmares last night!"

Seeing him suddenly shut up, Qin Xiaoran squinted her eyes and said, "There is a situation!"

"Indeed, there is a situation." Yue Yiran opened the napkin and put it on his lap, picked up the juice and took a sip.

... This breakfast is unbearable.Feng Wu pushed the plate angrily: "How did you stay up late yesterday to change the script?"

Qin Xiaoran shook his head in despair: "I want to die when I hear the word 'script' now."

Yue Yiran took a bite of the sandwich calmly: "Not bad."

"Well, it's one-third of the sixth edition, it's not wrong!" Qin Xiaoran gritted his teeth and inserted a fork into the bread, "Damn Director Cao, be careful to be [beep——] for being picky!"

Yue Yiran patted her head comfortingly: "Have you got inspiration again?"

"Weak attack and strong subject were popular before, but now... oh." Qin Xiaoran sighed regretfully, "It's like a joke if you don't write well."

"Forget it if it's unrealistic." Yue Yiran watched her drink half a glass of milk in one go, "No matter how much brains you have, it's a fool if you don't write it down. It's like a joke."

Qin Xiaoran choked for a moment and rubbed against her fawningly: "Of course, this shows that I am a little fairy with a wide range of interests."

"Okay, little fairies are all gods who eat wind and drink dew, so live this month by yourself." Yue Yiran tilted his head at her with a smile, and finished the last bite of the sandwich, "There are still 5 minutes, let me go first gone."

"What?!" Qin Xiaoran looked up at the wall clock on the wall and screamed, took the bread in his mouth and pulled out the fork with all his strength, and after two steps, he turned back and said, "Xiao Fengfeng, remember to communicate with me next time Hehehe dream!"

Feng Wu rolled his eyes, hey ghost, I wish you to continue eating dirt next month!The nightmare that I had finally discarded was brought up again, and it just lingered—the headache continued to hurt.

"Are you uncomfortable, Wu?" Someone came over and sat down and asked worriedly.

"A little bit, Ah Jun." Feng Wu picked up the bread again and took a bite, "Did you just come?"

"Didn't Ahu tell you to come to the company for a meeting at [-]:[-] this morning?" Zhan Jun looked at him worriedly, "I wanted to discuss it with you in the morning, but it turned out that you were not here."

"Well, it was too late yesterday, so I dealt with it in the company's employee lounge." Feng Wu rubbed his eyes, "It seems that you came home late yesterday?"

Zhan Jun choked for some reason, took a sip from his cup in a hurry, and then grabbed a tissue to wipe his mouth.Seeing Feng Wu's sleepy look, he couldn't help being more worried: "Did you sleep well?"

Feng Wu yawned and shook his head again.

Zhan Jun said: "Then... where have you been?"

Feng Wu waved his hands angrily and said, "Go to the concert."

Zhan Jun couldn't think of this anyway: "Whose?"

"Zhen silly hat." Feng Wu rolled his eyes.

"Don't you, don't you like his music that much?" Zhan Jun was a little surprised, and then said cautiously.

"Sunglasses 246 forced me to go." Feng Wuqi didn't say anything.

——How inclusive and rich the content of music is, I am a non-professional and will not comment.As for the unhappiness between you and Zhencan, you, whose IQ is as low as a paramecium, probably because you don't like his music, why do you think his slobbering love songs won awards, right?But at least what he can do, you can't.

Involuntarily recalling the choking words in his mind again, Feng Wu curled his lips.

But Zhan Jun was shocked: "You mean, Mr. Ou...go to the concert with you?"

"Don't mention it soon." Feng Wu waved his hand, "Have you ever seen an audience watching a concert with a straight face and no change in expression? I suspect that if he hadn't been in the VIP seat, he would have been thrown out as a spoiler. "

"I didn't mean that." Zhan Jun pursed his lips and said in a low voice, "Didn't King Zhentian transfer to Kuda? Mr. Ou, this is..."

"Who knows what that pervert is thinking all day long." Feng Wu took a bite of bread, chewed and swallowed, "What about you?"

"Well, it seems that this concert is the last job under his contract with Best." Zhan Jun muttered to himself, then paused before saying: "Mr. Hu took me to shoot yesterday." ad."

"Advertisement?" Feng Wu also didn't expect it.

Zhan Jun looked at his expression, and seeing that he wasn't angry, he said, "Chocolate." He took out a piece from his pocket, "That's it."

Feng Wu looked at the label on the golden candy paper and frowned: "The 'N' and 'R' are reversed on purpose? What's behind it is B and Y."

"I still can't pronounce it after learning it a few times. Russian sugar." Zhan Jun took out a few more and handed them to him. The side is pure flavor."

Feng Wu randomly grabbed one and put it in his mouth: "Why don't you eat it?"

Zhan Jun said with a bitter face, "I ate enough yesterday."

Feng Wu smiled: "Then I can wait to see your new advertisement."

Seeing him smile, Zhan Jun felt even more uneasy: "Fengwu, I—"

"My name is Zhan Jun. I am 22 years old. I like to sing and dream of becoming a good actor." Feng Wu glanced at him.

"Do you still remember?" Zhan Jun opened his mouth in surprise.

"Of course, it's rare to see such an old-fashioned and logical self-introduction in many years." Feng Wu shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed, "I also always knew that you originally planned to become an actor when you participated in 'Dream of the Future'. "

Zhan Jun lowered his head: "But..."

"But at that time, the combination was easier to attract popularity, and the performance was also more advantageous." Feng Wu couldn't help but sigh when thinking about the Night of Champions three years ago, "So, we succeeded, didn't we?"

It was indeed a success.Zhan Jun silently continued this sentence in his heart, without saying it.

"After that, Best signed us and arranged for us to continue to form groups and continue to sing." Feng Wu looked nostalgic, "I also released four albums, held ten concerts, and traveled to twenty cities for promotion. Later... ..."

Later, later on, the rivers and rivers went downhill, and the sun went down.

Zhan Jun didn't speak for a while, and he and Feng Wu quietly looked at the bright candy wrappers in front of them.

Feng Wu stretched out his hand and kneaded it into a ball before spreading it in the palm of his hand: "Ah Jun, after watching the concert yesterday, Sunglasses 246 led me to the UB23 factory."

Zhan Jun couldn't keep up with the rhythm for a while: "What are you and Ou doing there?"

"The holy place for the most avant-garde performances of underground bands, the distribution center for all the old, middle-aged and young people who have rock dreams." Feng Wu smiled as if mocking something, "He told me that bad play will either release the final agreement in the contract within this year. A record is then disbanded, or change paths and add new blood."

A thought flashed across Zhan Jun's mind, but he dared not say it.

Feng Wu glanced at him, and helped him out: "No matter which one, you will renew your contract and fly solo."

Zhan Jun felt his throat itch again, but his heart sank heavily: "Awu, I didn't—"

"I was on the stage of UB23 yesterday, and I saw many people of different ages." Feng Wu said in a low voice, "Zhang Yang is also here."

"Zhang Yang?" Zhan Jun frowned, "He turned out to be King Zhentian's manager..."

"There are talented people from generation to generation." Feng Wu laughed, "He seems to have taken a fancy to a few young people, and invited them over to sit down and talk about treatment. One of them recognized me and respectfully called 'Senior'. Later I looked at his profile and realized how much older he was than me."

Zhan Jun had mixed feelings for a moment and didn't know what to say.

"Listen to the company." Feng Wu turned his head away from him.

"Could it be that we were called here this morning..." Zhan Jun changed his face, "No, Ah Wu, I really like bad fun, I really like singing."

"But your dream was originally to be an actor."

"...Awu, I—"

"The main creation of Bad Wan is me, so I must bear the main responsibility for the current situation. And you should not be dragged down by me."

"I don't think you're dragging me down!" Zhan Jun stretched out his hand anxiously to pull him.

"Really? Then...don't drag me down." Feng Wu suddenly stood up and left without looking back.

Zhan Jun's hand stopped in mid-air in a ridiculous way, like a dead pigeon with a drooping neck.