After being sent to the group show by rich parents, I exploded

Chapter 390 What is Chong Minghyuk most afraid of?
Considering that the thin-skinned girl on the other side of the phone will definitely blush again after saying this, after hesitating for a moment, Zhong Jingchen finally swallowed back the words that came to his lips, and changed the subject calmly: "I'm going to record a show today gone?"

He has been away from home for the past few days, so he can't stay with her in everything. He can only make a regular phone call every day and chat with her around the clock to learn about her daily life.

Feng Yasong let out a 'huh', not really wanting to talk about this topic that I couldn't avoid after all.

But Zhong Jingchen wanted to get to the bottom of it: "Is the process going well? Did the people from Chonghua Entertainment deliberately make things difficult for you?"

"Okay"

"That means it's not going well, do you need me to help beat them?"

Zhong Jingchen couldn't wait to interrupt her, with a positive look of "I have long been displeased with them, and I finally found a reason to attack".

On the contrary, Feng Yasong can't laugh or cry.

She shook her head subconsciously, and realized that the two of them were thousands of miles apart, and the other party couldn't see her movements at all, so she said again: "No."

For things like revenge, it is more interesting to go out in person.

Fake other people's hands will not only make her appear incompetent, but also she will not feel any pleasure.

Chong Jingchen knew that she was just taking a more open view on some insignificant and trivial matters, and she also lay down more flatly.

And when it comes to people or things she cares about, she is stronger, more serious, and more competitive than anyone else.

So I didn't force her to accept my kindness, but sincerely said: "Then if there is something that needs my help, just ask?"

Feng Yasong let out a 'hmm', really thought of one thing and needed his help.

So without hesitation, he asked, "What is Chong Minghe most afraid of?"

this problem
Chong Jingchen knew it without thinking, she had no good intentions, but she still smiled and indulged and said: "That's too much, what do you want to know? Can you be more specific?"

Feng Yasong was bombarded by his low-pitched laughter, and even his tongue was a little knotted: "That's, the more common ones in daily life, such as the food he hates the most, the animals he fears the most. In short, the more sensitive The better the people!"

"It's more common in daily life." Chong Jingchen murmured and repeated her words, and after pondering for a while, he opened his mouth again: "As long as the food is not dark food, he should be able to accept it. As for animals, the types he is afraid of are even worse." Quite a lot."

"for example?"

"Snakes, caterpillars, mice, cockroaches, earthworms, spiders, toads, centipedes."

After listing many items in one breath, Chong Jingchen pretended to be belatedly and asked: "Why are you asking about these?"

Feng Yasong curled her lips into a smile, her gentle eyes filled with cunning.

The voice was still flat and said: "It's nothing. I just want to use these props to teach him a truth."

"What's the point?"

Song of Feng Ya: "Don't do to others what you don't want yourself to do to yourself."

The next day, Feng Yasong woke up early in the morning when he had neither work nor other things to do.

First, I went to the nearest flower and bird market around Tingfeng Yayuan for a stroll, and then drove to Chonghua Entertainment with a lot of spoils.

And in the office building of Chonghua Entertainment, the young CEO who usually lives in the company as his home has already got up at work. Scenery, while drinking coffee leisurely.

After the office door was knocked three times, the secretary's voice came from the door: "Mr. Zhong, the receptionist called downstairs and said that a lady surnamed Feng did not have an appointment, but she claimed to be your old friend. I would like to give you a big gift." I want to give it to you, may I ask if you see it or not?"

Chong Minghe stopped stirring the coffee, and the first lady surnamed Feng that came to mind was the one he called to harass last night.

So without hesitation, he said, "Ask the front desk to let her in."

He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Miss Feng's gourd.

A few minutes later, Miss Feng, who claimed to be his old friend, walked smoothly into the reception room next to the CEO's office under the leadership of the secretary.

The secretary led the person to sit down at the long table first, and poured her a glass of warm water.

Then he left a sentence of 'wait a moment', then quickly left the reception room, and knocked on the door of the president's office again: "President Zhong, Miss Feng is already waiting in the reception room."

"understood."

After a lazy reply, Chong Minghe shifted his position with the coffee in his hand.

In the elegantly decorated reception room, Miss Feng, who claimed to be his old friend, was wearing a large black trench coat and a pair of Martin boots on her feet.

A head of black hair was braided into twists and placed sideways on his chest, neutralizing a bit of the chilling aura obtained from the combination of clothing, figure and aura.

Seeing him coming in, she slowly took off the hat, sunglasses, and mask used to conceal her identity, revealing that face of a beauty that could not conceal her beauty even without makeup.

The slightly raised fox eyes bent, and then pulled out a commercial smirk that was unemotional and all skillful: "Mr. Zhong, don't you come here all right?"

Besides Feng Yasong, who else could have this face that would only be remembered even if turned into ashes?
Zhong Minghe closed the door of the reception room with his backhand, looked the entire reception room up and down, but found no changes in any items, and then sat down at the seat closest to Feng Yasong.

He propped his elbows on the table, propped his head on the back of his hand, looked at her with great interest and said, "Didn't you say that there is a gift for me? Where are things?"

Only then did Feng Yasong take out a cardboard box from the wide windbreaker pocket like magic, and put it in front of him.

The box is made of the same corrugated paper as the courier box, and every gap is sealed tightly with tape, but no item information is posted.

Chong Minghe watched it around for a while, but didn't see any clues, so he couldn't help joking: "What do you mean? Open the blind box?"

Feng Yasong nodded, and his tone was as provocative as he wanted: "Yes, do you dare to drive?"

After speaking, he took out another utility knife from the windbreaker pocket, and put it in his hand very thoughtfully.

As the jade-faced Yan Luo who dominates the market, how could Chong Minghe allow the word fear to exist in his dictionary?

Especially in front of Feng Yasong, a bratty yellow-haired little girl, her head can be broken, blood can flow, and she can't lose the burden of being the overlord!

He snorted coldly with disdain, picked up the utility knife in hand and cut all the tape on the top of the carton.

Then he threw away the utility knife, and while opening the lid, he said in a bully voice: "Just kidding, I have been in the mall for so many years, what scene haven't I seen? A small blind box wants to scare me? You are so naive." some--"

　Woohoo, I've been stuck for the past two days, I can't wait to bang my head on the keyboard!There will be another update later, I have to fight Kawen to the death if I don't sleep tonight!

　　
　
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