I was bullied in the abuse text [Entertainment]

Feng Ning's voice sounded as clear and clean as ever. For some reason, Xue Lan looked at him and Wen Zhou standing side by side, the more uncomfortable the shoulders were next to the shoulders. His face was calm, but he muttered in his heart:

Didn't you pretend to be nice when you sent the message?You look obedient, clever, sensible and obedient, thinking that you will just stay at home obediently, but you didn't expect to come out to hook up with the little boy behind my back!So uncomfortable in the room!

Wen Zhou has been on the set of "Tomb Raider" for a long time, and he has seen it with his own eyes if there was any ambiguity between Feng Ning and Xue Lan before. The atmosphere is undercurrent.

Sure enough, Xue Lan ignored Feng Ning, turned her head to look at Wen Zhou, and said with a half-smile, "I heard from Sister Nan that among the few newcomers that Tianyu has promoted recently, the company treats you Wenzhou the most. I didn't really believe it at the time, but now it is true that seeing is believing, and Tianyu really dotes on you."

What Xue Lan said was unclear, and Wen Zhou didn't realize what deep meaning he had for a while, so he could only reply dryly: "Ah, yes, our company is indeed very cultivated. Hehe, hehe."

Xue Lan touched her fingertips, made a posture of leaning back, looked at Wen Zhou carefully, and said slowly, "If you want me to say, it's a bit too much to be so pampered. I strongly support artists. In such an important It may not be a good thing to come out to hide at the dinner party blatantly, but no one dares to ask."

Wen Zhou is a smart person, and he understood after only a few seconds of silence——Xue Lan thought he was in the way.

He had no choice but to lower his head and smile dryly, "Mr. Xue, don't joke with me. The company can't let me go easily. I also took advantage of Brother Xu, just my agent, and sneaked out. I just Planning to go back."

Although Feng Ning didn't quite understand what the two of them were talking about, he understood the last sentence of "sneaking away" and immediately interjected, "Brother Wen slipped out because of me, Mr. Xue, you are not allowed to sue him. .”

Xue Lan's complexion was even uglier visible to the naked eye.

Wen Zhou could feel Xue Lan Xiaogang's knife-like eyes flying towards him without looking, and couldn't help shrinking his neck, "It's okay, it's okay, you guys talk, I'll go first!"

Immediately afterwards, Wenzhou gave Feng Ning a self-seeking look, not minding that the geomantic treasure he discovered was first stopped by others, so he decisively oiled the soles of his feet and fled the scene.

There were only two people left in the dimly lit pavilion.

Only then did Xue Lan turn her attention back to Feng Ning, coughed, and said angrily, "Who were you speaking for just now? 'Brother Wen'? Is it necessary to call him so kindly? You have only known him for a few years. God? Are you familiar?"

Feng Ning was stunned by all the questions, raised his head cautiously, and asked softly, "Mr. Xue, what did I do wrong to make you angry? The flowers are growing well? Didn't the floor be wiped clean?"

Very well, the brain waves of the two people are not on the same channel at all.

Xue Lan's chest hurts from being blocked.

But looking at Feng Ning's innocent and harmless face, he couldn't even utter a serious sentence. After holding back for a long time, he looked serious and said viciously, "Anyway, don't be so heart-to-heart with everyone in the future. Yes, how can there be any good people in this circle? Be careful that they will sell you back to the mountains, pluck your hair, and make it into roast quail!"

Feng Ning was taken aback by Xue Lan's fierce appearance, and didn't dare to ask himself why he turned into a quail, so he could only keep nodding in agreement, expressing that he must pay attention to keeping a distance from strangers in the future, with a special attitude Be nice and sincere.

Only then did Xue Lan's expression soften a little, and he moved his buttocks to the side, giving way to half of the bench, and beckoned Feng Ning to sit down.

The pavilion is not big, and the benches are actually a little wider than ordinary single seats. After Feng Ning sat down, two big men side by side seemed very crowded.

Feng Ning was inevitably a little cramped, his knees were tightly held together, and he tried his best not to have any physical contact with Xue Lan.

Xue Lan seemed to be more relaxed, with her slender legs crossed casually, and her upper body leaning lazily on the pillar, not minding that her thighs were already attached to Feng Ning's knees.

He turned his head carelessly and began to look at Feng Ning carefully.

I haven't seen her for more than half a month, and the little quail looks good. She seems to be fatter than when she was on the set, and her chubby face is cuter. It's just that this outfit... looks too obtrusive.

Feng Ning was still wearing the shirt that Zhou Yue brought to his hotel room last time. Although the ironed board was upright, the obviously casual neckline was very unsuitable for today's occasion.Pair it with a pair of trousers that seem to be made of very ordinary materials, hanging loosely on the legs, with your hands in the pockets of the jacket, and even the folds of the trousers are clearly visible.

Is this the only set of clothes this kid can afford?

Xue Lan frowned, "Where's Zhou Yue?"

"Ah? Oh. Brother Zhou didn't come, maybe he was busy with other things." Feng Ning didn't have the nerve to say that he had been ignored for more than half a month.

"Then who is following you, Guo Pangpang? Why are you wandering around by yourself?"

Feng Ning wanted to say that I didn't have anyone, and that the person who accompanied me just now was kicked out by you, but facing Xue Lan's expressionless face, he immediately shut his mouth with interest: "Can Fatty Guo enter a dinner party of this size?" Come on, he's just waiting outside when he comes, so I didn't make him run back and forth."

Xue Lan criticized the education in disapproval, "Isn't that what the assistant does? He receives so much salary every month, you don't have to be reluctant to use it."

Feng Ning bowed his head and said "hmm", didn't say much, but secretly slandered in his heart: "Fatty Guo is not my assistant alone, there are seven or eight other people waiting for him to work, how can I take it for granted. "

Xue Lan didn't continue this topic anymore, she stretched out her hand and tugged at the hem of Feng Ning's shirt, and said in a dissatisfied tone, "This week, Yue is really going back more and more. After working as an artist manager for so many years, is there even a decent one now?" Can't you borrow any clothes?"

Feng Ning looked up at Xue Lan, and swallowed the words "There is no one to borrow clothes for me at all".

In fact, Feng Ning also knew that the clothes he was wearing today were inappropriate and not good-looking.This fact has been reminded him by countless people with unkind eyes or mocking whispers since he entered the arena,

But Feng Ning didn't care or care about those people's attitudes, because he knew his identity, and he didn't belong to this occasion in the first place, so it was understandable to be rejected.

However, for some reason, facing Xue Lan's disgusted look, I couldn't help but feel aggrieved and sad.

So he raised his neck and said loudly pretending to be stubborn: "Isn't this dress pretty good? What's not good about it? It's clean and decent, I like to wear it."

Xue Lan was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at Feng Ning, who was obviously injured but still pretended to be stubborn, with a mouthful of small fangs, and a barely detectable smile floated in his eyes.

Xue Lan stretched out her hand, subconsciously wanting to rub Feng Ning's head twice, but suddenly remembered that he seemed to have made a shape today, and it was inappropriate to rub it. Instead, she patted Feng Ning's shoulder and said with a smile, "Although Inappropriate, but someone is just a born clothes rack and looks good in anything."

Feng Ning pouted, hummed twice, but didn't answer.

Xue Lan pulled Feng Ning's shoulders and forced him to stand up, facing her face to face.

He stared at Feng Ning intently for a while, then dragged him to a brighter place and continued to look.

During this period, Xue Lan kept looking serious, as if he was thinking about something.

After another minute, he let go of his palm, and in front of Feng Ning, he graciously took off the high-end suit that he specially customized in a well-known Italian studio a few days ago.

Under the thin silk shirt, the thin and tough lines of the waist can be seen at a glance.

Feng Ning swallowed a mouthful of saliva, staring at a pair of big eyes, looking at the eyes full of spring, completely frozen in place,

Xue Lan didn't give him much time to react, and without any explanation, he changed his suit and put it on Feng Ning.

The movements were natural and skillful, as if she was used to taking off and putting on clothes again, and she urged softly, "Don't be dazed, put it on quickly."

Feng Ning's eyes were still dazed, he didn't know why, but subconsciously felt that he should listen to Xue Lan's words, and mechanically stretched his hands into the sleeves on his shoulders.

The clothes that were hand-sewn according to the proportion of Xue Lan's body were obviously bigger than Feng Ning's thin body.

Xue Lan frowned and shook her head.

Immediately afterwards, he put his hand into his pocket, and took out a few pins out of nowhere. Then, without hesitation, he bent his knees and squatted down, and began to fiddle with Feng Ning's body.

Feng Ning was taken aback by Xue Lan who fell short in front of him instantly, his hands and feet were poked in place as if they were frozen, he didn't dare to move at all, even his breathing became uneasy.

Xue Lan didn't care about it, and put her heart on the work in her hands.

The slender fingers with distinct joints flew, as if juggling, with just three or two clicks, the hem that grew out was adjusted to the right position, and two decent folds were pinched around the waist.He pulled up the cuff again, and rolled it up two times along the forearm, just revealing half of his white wrist.Finally, take off the exquisitely designed obsidian brooch, and ingeniously insert it on the side of the second button on the lower abdomen in the front.

Half a minute ago, the 38-line actor who was still wearing a crappy dress was instantly transformed into a romantic and noble young man in a high-end courtyard.

Feng Ning's thin body without a trace of fat, coupled with the clothes that belonged to a mature man, has added a lot of charm beyond the years. The desire and taboo are mixed together, making people's eyes unconsciously follow him , Fascinated by him.

Xue Lan took half a step back, and looked at Feng Ning carefully from top to bottom again, but she couldn't bear to look away, and finally showed a satisfied smile.