not good, immortal

Chapter 77
"Uh... I'm afraid I have to wait a little longer."

Qi An couldn't answer, so he had no choice but to continue to lie, "They, these two days are still very busy."

In fact, he didn't know why, Zhenzhen seemed very angry.

He poked into her circle of friends every day and watched repeatedly, but he didn't dare to go to her easily.

"Oh, that's fine, anyway, I saw it on TV today..." Xiaoba paused, and said what he wanted to say at the beginning, "Your dress is so strange today."

Why is this guy still wearing a facekini in the middle of the night?
"...That's enough, let's not talk, hang up." Qi An was worried that she would find some flaw, so he quickly ended the call, leaned back in the chair, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Over there, Tang Tang took back his mobile phone, but his expression was a little worried.

This child just stole Director Xing's account number and password in the HIS and OA systems, half-coaxed and half-deceived the office to make an announcement, and even blocked the nurse who had been kicked out before in the toilet to prevent her from coming out... …

A vicious little devil who is alive and well.

If she didn't know that she was helping Xiaohe, she would have been a little scared.

Xiao Ba didn't care, and patted her on the shoulder: "Don't worry, he won't do anything to me."

Tang Tang didn't understand where the child's self-confidence came from, so she could only tell her that she would not be here tomorrow, and she had to remember to take medicine, eat and rest.

"Okay, okay, I know." Xiao Ba picked up the quilt, covered himself in it, stretched out a hand and waved it in the air a few times, saying goodbye to Tang Tang.

Her lips were trembling uncontrollably, and tears dripped onto the sheets.

It turned out that the password has not been changed.

……

Fu Lanhua almost rolled his eyes to read the entire announcement.

Did these two sisters save the entire universe in their previous lives?All these things seem to have been helped by God, and even the mental hospital has come to show their faces on the scarf, so what's next?
Police uncle to help the platform?

Fu Lanhua sneered, there were experts behind the scenes, so she was too lazy to care about public opinion, and quickly sent the speech prepared by the PR department to Qiao Zhenzhen, saying:
"Put this down quickly."

Xiaohua, who was letting herself go, wrinkled her face into a bitter gourd in an instant.

"Still carrying it?"

"Could it be that you play freely?"

"Oh... Actually, it's not impossible..."

Seeing her reluctance, Fu Lanhua shook his head aside, why did he suddenly feel that Liu Yumei was also forced by this child to do what she did back then?

There was another knock on the window, and she saw it was Feng He.

So while pressing the button to open the door, he earnestly said:
"You too, why don't you learn from your sister, you eat every day..."

Then Fu Lanhua was stunned.

Outside the car door, the girl was holding a lunch box, and there seemed to be some white cream hanging from the corner of her mouth.

……

Qiao Zhenzhen finally bit the bullet and memorized the speech.

Meanwhile, Director Hou called to urge her, and Fu Lanhua finally took her to the stage again.

Feng He didn't follow.

Although it is unlikely to be because of that little Lu Langjun, Feng He still cautiously decided not to go back to the auditorium, but to stay in the car——

cooked rice.

After eating two chicken legs, the greedy worms in the abdomen that had never existed for a thousand years were finally satisfied, and the hunger finally disappeared.

She didn't like it very much.

The matter of identity and this unreasonable hunger must be resolved as soon as possible.

"Donghai, where is Wuwangya...?"

Fenghe grew up in the mountains, so he doesn't have much impression of the sea.

Hai has been in the hands of the Dragon Clan since ancient times, and her master first had the evil name of being able to swallow five hundred small dragons a day, so naturally she would not be friends with the Dragon Clan.

Regarding this rumor, Fenghe also asked Master to verify whether it is true or not.

At that time, he first answered: "Well... let me think about it, are there as many as five hundred?"

Fenghe was overjoyed when he was young: "Sure enough, it's a false word!"

Master burped, touched his belly, and then began to snap his fingers.

"West Sea, North Sea, South Sea, and East Sea, each family worships three or four hundred pieces in a day. Counting it, it seems that each meal is about the same."

It turned out that it was not [-] pieces a day, but [-] pieces a meal.

After that day, Fenghe respected her cheap master a lot.

As for dealing with the Dragon Clan...

There was only one time when Master took her to a banquet hosted by a certain god in the Eastern Wasteland.

Who is that fairy, and why she left, she can't remember clearly now.

All he knew was that she chased the little Kuilong and beat him for eight hundred miles.

Little Kuilong's parents heard that they were also the Dragon King of one party, and later they led the child to discuss an explanation, but only saw the master, and ran away before he could apologize.

Naturally, this matter will be over.

Thinking of this, Feng He pouted.

It really is a "fight" out of dealings.

I don't know if the Dragon God or Jiao Jing's senior has any relationship with the little Highness Kui Long.

Anyway... I hope not.

Feng He opened the map software and searched for "Wu Wang Ya", only to find "Wu Wang Ting" in another city two hundred kilometers away, still some distance from the sea.

It should not be.

After thinking about it, she still had no choice but to ask that Immortal Qi An.

I don't know what Zhenzhen's side will think about this matter.

……

Fenghe didn't wait too long.

After the opening ceremony.

Fu Lanhua sent the two of them back to Qiao Zhenzhen's apartment as usual.

As usual, a few books were thrown over, saying that they were the original novels of the next few scripts.

As soon as I got home.

Feng He looked at her best friend wearing the fancy dress she hadn't changed yet, with the high bun on her head that she called "the mallet", screaming and rushing towards the sofa, still muttering.

"Oh my god, I have to quit the circle immediately after I catch up with the firm!"

She reached out to grab him, but she couldn't.

Before the person had any contact with the sofa, Gao Ji directly made intimate contact with the armrest of the sofa, once again——

"Ouch!"

On the stage, Xiaohua, who was graceful and graceful, stood up with tears in her eyes, turned her head to look back, her eyes were full of grievances, "Xiaohe, I must be dissatisfied with this cultural week!"

Feng He couldn't bear to see her miserable state, "Is there a possibility...you just don't get used to this hairstyle?"

"Hmph! You don't even comfort me!"

Qiao Zhenzhen sent forward the documents that had just been thrown on the coffee table, and said:
"Look at it, take a look at it, as the ambassador of Lao Shizi, I have to go to the event for six days in the next week... My lazy sleep..."

Feng He glanced at the densely packed itinerary above, a little shocked.

Being a star in today's China is so busy, how do you say that word?

Oh, model worker.

But what about the East China Sea?
Feng He was a little embarrassed, she glanced at Qiao Zhenzhen who was undoing her hair carelessly, and then glanced at the itinerary, a little unwilling to speak.

This little rabbit... is working too hard now.

Feng He sighed, put down the document in his hand, sat beside her silently, and stroked the disheveled black hair.

Qiao Zhenzhen noticed it: "Why aren't you happy?"

Feng He was about to speak, but swallowed the words back, after all, this was his business.

Qiao Zhenzhen asked again: "Is it because of what was said in the group...about Donghai?"

The movements of Feng He's hands were slightly stagnant, his eyes flickered several times, and finally he nodded, saying:

"Ah."

Dao heart undecided, she felt indescribably terrified.

Seeing this, Qiao Zhenzhen came over to hold her hand, and said, "Don't worry, the Mid-Autumn Festival will be in a few days, and there just happens to be a party at the beach during the Cultural Week, so let's go together then."

I don't know whether it was intentional or not, she didn't mention where Wu Wang Ya was, but the eyes were pure and kind.

"it is good."

Fenghe no longer thinks about it.

(End of this chapter)