Little slag run

As soon as Di Queguo cursed, he saw Chen Feng roll down the car window, revealing the face that would wake him up from nightmares these two days, and his outstretched fingers stopped in mid-air.

His uncle, it can't be such a coincidence, can it?Meeting Chen Feng unexpectedly, what a disaster!

Di Que originally wanted to stay in bed at home for two days to recuperate, and pay homage to his innocence that had passed away intact for 30 years, but the "homework" assigned to him by Bi Shaoliang was due to be handed in.

As for the rectification plan for Part B, Di Que wanted to break his head, but he couldn't come up with it.

Simply, Di Que planned to hide from the company's regular meeting on Wednesday under the pretext of having a fever, but unexpectedly when he called Bi Shaoliang, he was ruthlessly rejected.

"Uncle said that your health is fine, and the regular meeting is as usual. I look forward to your speech at the meeting."

I wipe, rectify hair ah!

Di Que's eyes turned red in a hurry, so he simply searched the Internet randomly, and spent money to buy a few seemingly incomparably profound articles on investment in film production or risk innovation in program packaging. It is recommended to post a work report on the past investment direction.

Based on Di Que's biological clock, he always sleeps until twelve noon.

In the past, Bi Shaoliang was always noncommittal about things that he rarely attended in the company's regular meetings, but this time everyone was waiting for his "masterpiece", or waiting to see his jokes.

In order to ensure that he would not be late for this meeting, Di Que searched for three alarm clocks and placed them by the bed, but he still got up late after all.

He ran out in a panic, didn't have time to eat early, jumped into the car and ran all the way, ran through three red lights on the road, and was photographed countless times by the camera.

In order to squeeze out a little time to go to the company for breakfast, Di Que had no choice but to take a shortcut, but just as soon as he turned into the narrow alley, he was blocked at the entrance of the alley.

Di Que glanced at his watch, it was 10:[-], and there were [-] minutes left before the meeting.

No, I'm really going to be late!

Thinking of Bi Shaoliang's big black face like Bao Gong's, he broke his heart. He didn't care about any new or old grudges at this moment, and jumped up and down to point fingers at Chen Feng.

"Hey, back the car out. I'm in a hurry!"

When Chen Feng saw that it was Di Que, his anger had already subsided by half.

After all, he was the one who had a dewy marriage with him, and Chen Feng's consistent principle of being considerate to his lover made him unable to lose his temper with Di Que.

However, Di Que's unreasonable behavior greatly exceeded Chen Feng's expectations, and his good self-cultivation almost collapsed.

He suppressed the dissatisfaction in his heart and reasoned with Di Que.

"I've already driven to the entrance of the alley, how can I go back, you only need to take two steps back, won't we both pass?"

"I told you I'm in a hurry! How could I let you go first?"

Di Que put his hands on the window, showing no intention of giving in.

Where did he get this Martian logic?

Chen Feng was shocked by Di Que's unreasonable and tough attitude. This is not a well-dressed business elite, but a hooligan in a bright coat.

There is no reason for Chen Feng to tolerate such a person.

He got out of the car and stood in front of Di Que to confront him.

"Are you the only one in a hurry? There is no way to reverse the road on this road. If you make trouble like this, both of us will be late."

Di Que was average in stature, Chen Feng stood in front of him, he was half a head taller, and just stared at him condescendingly, bringing him strong inner oppression.

He was already jealous of Chen Feng for getting drunk that night for no reason, and Chen Feng's uncompromising attitude at this time undoubtedly made him even more unhappy.

Why should he give way to this super pervert who only thinks with his lower body?

He took a step back, pointed at Chen Feng's nose and began to curse.

"Don't fucking think you can threaten me by getting off the car. Let me tell you, this is a society ruled by law. If you dare to hit someone, I will sue you for bankruptcy."

Chen Feng frowned, very angry.

When is he going to hit someone?There is no way to reason with this little ruffian.

He glanced down at his watch, and he had spent 20 minutes with Di Que in this alley.

If you keep the reporter waiting for too long, you may be scribbled again, and you will have to work hard to appease...

"Aren't you going to be okay if you give in? You see, you have wasted a lot of time if you insist on spending here with me."

Chen Feng tried to reason with Di Que for the last time.

When Di Que heard this, he became furious.

"Why should I give way to you? If you don't give way today, it's a big deal that I won't go to the meeting, and I'll just spend time with you here!"

After finishing speaking, he simply sat down at the entrance of the alley, poked his neck, and looked at Chen Feng provocatively.

"you!"

Chen Feng was so angry that his face turned green, and the corners of his tight mouth twitched.

He held his forehead to try to calm his irritable mood. For the first time, he had the urge to beat someone himself.

"You really won't let me?" I asked again.

Di Que raised his eyebrows and snorted, squinted at Chen Feng's eggplant face, and sat on the ground with great satisfaction, bouncing his legs.

Chen Feng suddenly smiled, not a wry smile from being angry, but a sly smile that satirized the loser with a sure chance of victory.

Di Que was stunned by Chen Feng's sudden smile, and just as he had a premonition that something was wrong, he saw Chen Feng walking quickly to his Porsche, quickly opened the car door and got in, and then there was the sound of the car starting up. Motor sound.

"Hold!"

Di Que quickly got up and rushed over to stop the car, but it was a step too late. He watched helplessly as Chen Feng turned the car back out of the alley, turned around and drove onto the expressway.

Di Que chased after a few steps, but still couldn't reach one side of the car.

He watched Chen Feng wave his hand at him triumphantly, and drove his Porsche away in a hurry.

"I OOXX you Chen Feng! My Porsche!"

Di Que stood on the side of the road stomping and cursing for a long time, but he couldn't redeem the fact that Chen Feng had already driven his car away.

"Chen Feng, just wait for me!"

Di Que ran back to Chen Feng's car indignantly, gritted his teeth and got into the Audi A8.

"Damn, the driver only drives an Audi. My Porsche just got a license..."

Di Que felt sorry for his red wife, and kept thinking while starting the car.He looked back, the alley was so narrow that he couldn't see the end at a glance, there was indeed no way to reverse the car.

With a groan, he pulled the car out of the alley, turned back into the alley, and headed for B&D.

Di Que drove very fast along the way, vented all the grievances he had just had towards Chen Feng on this car, and slammed on the accelerator and brakes. (Good boy, don’t imitate, traffic safety comes first~)

When we arrived at the B&D headquarters, there was still 5 minutes left before the meeting.

Di Que was slowly sliding the car in the garage, trying to find a parking space, but suddenly saw a person walking not far in front, wearing a casual denim outfit, with a very chic back.

When he saw it, he was happy.

Isn't this Meng Fan?

From a long distance, Meng Fan heard someone honking his horn behind him. He turned around and saw an Audi.

Meng Fan knew this car, it was one of Chen Feng's frequently used official cars.

It's just that Chen Feng actually appeared in B&D at this time, which is a bit strange.

He stopped and waited for Chen Feng to drive over. When the car stopped in front of him and the windows were rolled down, the people sitting in the car were beyond Meng Fan's expectation.

"Di Shao?"

Meng Fan subconsciously looked at the license plate number again, it was Chen Feng's car.

Di Que actually showed up in Chen Feng's car early in the morning. This unbeatable combination is indeed quite weird.

Fortunately, Meng Fan didn't have any gossip factors, even if he felt strange, he didn't have the urge to ask the bottom line.

So, he stood there and waited for Di Que to speak.

Knowing Meng Fan's boring personality, Di Que smiled and offered to invite him: "Xiao Fanfan, are you free tonight? I'll treat you to a big meal."

Meng Fan's heart trembled because of Di Que's off-line address. He tried to maintain a calm expression, but he still felt that the corners of his mouth were a little stiff.

"I have plans tonight, sorry."

"Oh? How is it possible? I asked Simon, you don't have any work tonight."

"It's a personal matter."

"Why is a personal matter so important that you don't even give me face?"

Di Que used his proficient skills in picking up actresses, and stalked Meng Fan.

Meng Fan is powerless, he has always been very bad at rejecting other people's requests.

For the male artistes in Department B, Di Que is just a nominal boss. He obviously has no real influence on him, but he can't offend him.

Of course he knew that Di Que was famous, and he also knew that Di Que had no interest in male artists at all. The reason why he was so attentive to him today probably had only one purpose.

This is because he came to be a lobbyist for his little uncle Shang Shiyao.

Shang Shiyao was several years younger than Di Que, so when Meng Fan first found out about the relationship between the two, he was shocked for a long time before he recovered.

However, with Shang Shiyao, Meng Fan seriously felt that nothing would be strange.

It is true that he had a relationship with Shang Shiyao for a period of time, but Meng Fan is still brooding over the fact that Shang Shiyao has been in the United States for five years and has not heard from him due to family reasons.

Since Shang Shiyao can ignore him, why does he still care about that stinky hooligan?

Shang Shiyao returned to China and threatened to pursue him again, but Meng Fan just responded with a sneer.

He knew that his act of anger was just a change of direction, which showed that he still cared about this bastard Shang Shiyao all the time.

But so what?

Even if it's a childish self-torture, he doesn't want to make that guy Shang Shiyao proud.

As soon as Meng Fan got involved with Shang Shiyao, he became extremely childish, and even treated all the things that Shang Shiyao was involved with with an awkward resentment.

"I'm really not free tonight." Meng Fan became a little impatient.

"Can't spare an hour? How about half an hour?" Di Que is impatient, and he never wants to put off what he wants to do today until tomorrow.

"Tonight is my mother's birthday, and I don't have a minute." Meng Fan simply told the truth. Originally, this is not something worth keeping secret.

"Oh? Today is my aunt's birthday!" Di Que's eyes lit up.

At this moment, Meng Fan suddenly hated his honest character very much.Seeing Di Que smiling like a stealing cat, he always had a bad premonition.