Dedicated to the silly little white artist

430 nine

Zheng He knew that he and Cheng Shao's theory would definitely fight the five scumbags, but he also knew that Cheng Shao would grind himself out only if he became his manager. In another identity, Cheng Shao would not say that, but raised his hands in approval for him to leave the stage. Go behind the scenes.

Tsk, Cheng Xiaoren, you give Grandpa Zheng and I will wait.

Zheng He was thinking in his heart, seeing Cheng Shao reading the script and making a phone call in front of him, he was 80.00% sure that the other party was definitely not at work, and when the phone hung up, he leaned over cheekily and asked, "What are you doing?" Who to call?"

"Why do you ask so many things?" Cheng Shao looked at Zheng He with his eyes hanging.

"Look at your doggy eyeballs," Zheng He sneered, "You haven't told me why you came back suddenly. You can't go abroad anymore? Come here and resume your old business?"

Cheng Shao didn't want to hide it from Zheng He at first, and said directly: "There are multiple reasons, don't you know the relationship between me and Song Producer? When we were together, my parents wouldn't let me. At that time, he was stabbed and went abroad for rehabilitation. I wanted to see if I could switch careers and become a producer, but the result was not ideal. I felt that this industry didn’t seem to be suitable for me, so I came back. "

"Sounds really sad." Zheng He said without any confusion: "Then you are back now, did your parents agree?"

Cheng Shao shrugged: "I broke up with him."

"Ah?" Zheng He's mouth was so big that he could almost see his throat.

Cheng Shao snickered, he found that he still missed Zheng He, the idiot who would believe what others said, and said: "Okay, just kidding, if we break up, he will die or die now." He died, did you get the funeral invitation?"

Zheng He breathed out: "Can you stop making this kind of joke? It's really scary, okay?"

"Who made you really believe it?" Cheng Shao said, "You need to have more thinking ability."

Zheng He pouted: "I don't want to doubt other people, so don't tell me this kind of thing, you and I are friends, if I even have doubts about you, then what kind of friends are you and I?" ?”

Cheng Shao was left speechless by Zheng He's words, and then shook his head with a sigh and said, "Mr. Bai really protected you very well. You were in the way of making friends in adolescence. You should learn how to get along with adults."

Zheng He was very disdainful: "You're just talking about hypocrisy. I can be hypocritical, but I didn't face you. Tsk, I didn't know who was locked in the toilet at the time, so I came to rescue him."

Cheng Shao also remembered the first time the two of them met, his face froze, and then he couldn't help laughing: "No, you said why I recited it so badly at the time, especially after I met you, every time I went into the public toilet They were all locked inside, and I was helpless.”

"Then are you cured now?" Zheng He joked with a smile.

Cheng Shao said: "I learned not to close the door when going to the toilet."

440

Rong Shao originally thought that he would be the first to be arrested after Hongzhi's downfall, but 48 hours passed, and he didn't even receive a call except for the waiter who came to clean regularly every day.

He is not a person who can bear to do things. Every day, he nervously uses the binoculars he bought online to see if there is any suspicious person entering downstairs, and sprinkles lime on his windows and carpets, and reflects everything he can know. He used all the reconnaissance methods, but the people at BEACHER completely ignored him as if they had forgotten him.

Young Master Rong was so frightened that he couldn't sleep all night. He tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, and finally thought of pleading guilty. Take off your clothes and go to bed to serve him, then all difficulties will be solved.

However, he was horrified to find that his card, wallet, ID card, and passport were all gone!

He was considered a foreigner, so he went to the police station to ask how to report the loss. The policeman looked at him, clicked on the computer page, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you sure you are this person?"

"Of course!" Young Master Rong didn't understand what the other party was suspicious of, so he repeated his ID number and handwritten signature.

The policeman and the others looked at each other, and suddenly stretched out their hands to handcuff Rong Shao. Rong Shao's waist was almost completely eroded by marijuana in the past few years. Going up, looking at the policeman in front of him with disgust: "What do you want to do?"

"We now suspect that you fabricated false information with other people's ID cards," the police said. "The ID number you showed us is now in use, and you are seriously inconsistent with the person in the photo. Who are you?"

"How is that possible!?" Rong Shao yelled, he had used his identity for so many years, but he actually said that he didn't match the photo?He was a popular entertainer a few years ago, and these country bumpkins don't even know who he is. When he can go out, he will definitely let these dog-seeing policemen have good fruit to eat.

The policeman saw that the expression on his face was not pretending, fearing that he had accidentally misremembered some number and caused a coincidence, so he showed Shao Rong the copy of the ID card on the computer, pointed to the woman on it and asked, "You Look, she has the same name as you mentioned, passport, bank card, and all other identities are in line, but one of you is a woman and the other is a man, this can’t be faked, right?”

"No, no..." Rong Shao was the first to think of the wooden comb stored in the bank, and hurriedly said: "You guys ask me to make a call, I just need to make a call, I want to talk to someone Talk about it, he can't do this to me!"

The policemen glanced at each other, thinking that they were looking for their accomplices, they reached out and stuffed the captain's spare Nokia into Rong Shao's hand.

Rong Shao recalled Mr. Bai's phone call, and realized that he had never called Mr. Bai so seriously. Xin An secretly swore that if Mr. Bai could keep himself safe, he would repay it with other people's abstinence for five years. Mr. Bai.

The call was made quickly, but the person over there was obviously not Mr. Bai.

Dy glanced at the caller ID, blinked at the others, and said softly, "He really called."

Jie Zi gave him a white look: "Hurry up and hang up, I have to send the phone back here."

Dy lamented that the people around him were as boring and empty as the British gentleman, and couldn't afford to joke at all, so helpless, he said, "Hello, that one?"

Rong Shao is not like Zheng He, he can't tell whether the person over there is Mr. Bai just from his voice, and he thought that Dy's deliberately indifferent tone was actually Mr. Bai himself dissatisfied with him, tears fell down at that time , weeping and asking: "Why are you doing this to me?"

Dy realized that Young Master Rong had admitted the wrong person, and said, "I'm not Mr. Bai."

"Then who are you?" Rong Shao asked.

"He's a subordinate." Dy said.

"You..." Young Master Rong choked, and then shouted: "Then what are you doing in a daze? Ask him to answer the phone with me?!" He really didn't want to go to prison. I couldn't even pretend to be polite, so I yelled out hastily.

Dy just wanted to laugh in his heart, who is Mr. Bai's man, it's really unqualified to yell at him when he gets a call.

Seeing that dy didn't hang up the phone, Jiezi became angry. They were following Mr. Bai, and he still had time to call others. I really don't know if the composition of his head is the creature Paramecium.

"Hurry up, you!" Jiezi urged: "Women are as awkward as you when they are pregnant in October, and they will not give birth for a long time. Talk if you have something to say, and hang up the phone if you have nothing to say. It's all talking on the phone. Gossips."

Dy was really upset with Jiezi's blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, hung up the phone, and looked at Jiezi with raised eyebrows: "Do you have anything to say this time?"

"No more," Jie Zi smiled and said, "But Mr. Bai is going back to City H, so you follow along this way."

440 one

When Mr. Bai got off the plane, he directly said that he was going to the set, without even changing a piece of clothes.

Dy, who was driving, told him about Rong Shao calling him. Mr. Bai was very happy, with a smile on his lips, and said: "He can't turn around this time, legally he doesn't exist anymore, I think Let's see what else he can do."

"Mr. Bai, do you think this is enough?" Dy was very curious about how Mr. Bai could be so kind.

Mr. Bai said: "Don't use your thoughts to tweet him. First of all, Ah Rong is a gambler. I went to check his debts. If he was still a famous artist at that time, it would be nothing, but he is now It’s not anymore, even if he returns to this circle, no one will give him a good way, and he will continue to be decadent. Secondly, after you said that he has no legal status, what should he do with the money and funds he saved before? How much money he cheated from Hongzhi, he will come back to us intact, which should be the biggest blow to him."

Dy clicked her tongue: "Mr. Bai, you are really scary. If someone pissed you off, wouldn't you want to lurk for 20 years and wait for an opportunity to get revenge?"

"I haven't tried it, but I'm looking forward to it." Mr. Bai said looking out the window.

"Don't expect it, it's too scary." Dy turned the car around, took out his phone and asked, "Should I let Zheng He come over now, or will you go up by yourself later?"

"I'll go up by myself, and don't give him a big phone call." Mr. Bai pressed dy's hand holding the phone, glanced at him, and went up the mountain with his suit jacket.

The back of dy's neck was chilled by Mr. Bai's stare. He turned on the heater in the car for a while, and suddenly realized that if Zheng He dared to leave Mr. Bai, maybe his boss could really hide for 20 years and take it again. people get it back...

Hey, he should stop talking so much in the future.