fringe artist

Chapter 81 80. Who Says Artists Are Unattractive!
Snapped!
"Eighty thousand!"

In the brightly lit room, Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong who was nervous about playing cards, and casually threw out an [-] card.

"Bullshit!"

Zhang Guorong excitedly pushed down the mahjong in front of him.

"Give me money! Give me money!" Zhang Guorong clapped his hands and asked Chen Li'an and the others to pay, as if he had won a hundred million.

"I'm all in one color, why don't you be so happy like an ass?" Chen Li'an looked at all in one color that he had already listened to, and reluctantly handed over the money to admit defeat.

Playing mahjong is luck. Chen Li'an's luck was not very good today. After a few rounds, he played twice and often fired guns.

Zhang Guorong snatched the money from Chen Li'an's hand, smiled triumphantly and couldn't help but say arrogantly: "You don't care what I do, as long as I can do it!"

There is nothing wrong with this, the most important thing is being able to play in the mahjong field.

Shu Qi also gave the money to Zhang Guorong with heartache. Chen Li'an's luck was bad, and his luck was even worse.

The big winners tonight are Cheng Shufen and Zhang Guorong. Cheng Shufen won the most, but Zhang Guorong is the happiest.

In the past, he always lost more than he won, but today it was the other way around. He felt that Chen Li'an and Shu Qi were his lucky stars.

"It's still fun to play cards with you." Zhang Guorong said with a big smile: "I haven't won much games with Jialing and the others."

Chen Li'an: "." If you can't do high-end rounds, come to novice rounds to find pleasure!

Don't talk about martial arts!

Shu Qi glanced at the little money she had left, looked at Zhang Guorong with some heartache and said, "I won't fight anymore, I'm almost lost."

"Don't you want to be so disappointing!" Zhang Guorong said unwillingly, and then took more than ten coins from his own money pile and returned them to Shu Qi, saying: "I don't want your money, come, come, continue!"

Shu Qi took the money handed over by Zhang Guorong, and then winked at Chen Li'an.

Chen Li'an turned his head to look at Zhang Guorong who was smiling happily, and heaved a deep sigh in his heart.

This mahjong game lasted all night, and in the end Chen Li'an lost all his money. Shu Qi went home contentedly with more than 3000 Hong Kong dollars to catch up on sleep.

The more than 1000 that Shu Qi took away belonged to Chen Li'an!

Every time this guy is about to lose, he will pretend to be pitiful with Zhang Guorong, and then get back the money he lost, and finally won more than 1000!

Chen Li'an felt that it was necessary for him to draw a clear line with Shu Qi in the future, and he must not sit on the same mahjong table!
In the kitchen on the first floor, Chen Li'an was eating deep-fried dough sticks and drinking white porridge. Zhang Guorong asked someone to buy it specially. Xiangjiang people also like fried sticks and white porridge, but here it is called white porridge fried ghost.

Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong who was drinking alone while drinking porridge, and said angrily: "You want to eat fried dough sticks and white porridge, but now you drink by yourself, your body is ruined."

Cheng Shufen also said: "Li'an is right, you won't be healthy if you don't eat all night."

"Drink red wine before going to bed to keep healthy." Zhang Guorong argued sophistry, not paying any attention to Cheng Shufen's helpless expression.

Cheng Shufen turned her head to look at Chen Li'an and said, "Li'an, watch him for me, don't let him drink anymore."

"Well, I'll finish his wine when I turn back, and I won't leave him a bottle!" Chen Li'an said as he threw the last piece of fried dough stick into his mouth.

Cheng Shufen: "." Are you serious?
Facing Chen Shufen's eyes, Chen Li'an fulfilled his words very seriously, directly snatched the wine from Zhang Guorong's hand, drank it all in one gulp, and even snatched away the bottle.

"I'm going to sleep, remember to eat!" Chen Li'an looked at Zhang Guorong and told him, ran to the second floor in a hurry, then turned back suddenly and asked, "Which room do I sleep in?"

Looking at the wine bottle in Chen Li'an's hand, Zhang Guorong really wanted to throw the plate on the table over to Chen Li'an's face.

"Which room do you want to sleep in!" Zhang Guorong shouted angrily, and then quickly added: "As long as it's not my room!"

Chen Li'an didn't care about Zhang Guorong's anger at all, and went upstairs humming a song.

Cheng Shufen sat at the dining table and watched the performance of the two childish ghosts. She couldn't help but smile, looked at Zhang Guorong and said, "When did you and Li'an get so close?"

"Ah?" The sudden question made Zhang Guorong a little confused. He scratched his hair and thought for a while and said, "I don't know, he is such a thick-skinned person, it's hard for someone not to be his friend."

Cheng Shufen couldn't help laughing when she heard Zhang Guorong's words, she patted the table lightly and said, "You should make more friends like this, it's best to become such a person!"

"I don't want it!" Zhang Guorong snorted, drank two mouthfuls of porridge, picked up a fried dough stick in his mouth, and muttered: "I'm going to sleep, call me if you need anything."

Looking at Zhang Guorong's back, Cheng Shufen couldn't help but smile a little, feeling that he's had a lot of sunshine since he met Chen Li'an.

Cheng Shufen sat at the dining table and left alone after finishing her breakfast.

In a guest room on the second floor, Chen Li'an locked the door, took off his clothes and took a shower before going to bed.

Zhang Guorong is really a person who pays attention to the quality of life, the beds in the guest room are very comfortable, and Chen Li'an slept soundly this time.

When I woke up again, I was woken up. Someone downstairs was yelling, and there was the sound of playing mahjong.

How much Zhang Guorong likes to play mahjong, he is really tireless!
Chen Li'an sat up from the bed and glanced at the time. It was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and he had slept for almost ten hours.

But still feeling sleepy, Chen Li'an yawned, got up from the bed, washed his face and brushed his teeth, put on some clothes before going downstairs.

The people playing mahjong with Zhang Guorong downstairs seemed to be a few women, chattering very loudly.

Most of Zhang Guorong's poker friends are women, but this guy really likes women, he is handsome and has a good personality, he is good at acting and he sings well.

When Chen Li'an appeared downstairs, the mahjong players all turned their gazes to look at the man who appeared in Zhang Guorong's house curiously, and their minds were racing for a while.

Looking at the strange eyes of several people, Chen Li'an was not at all embarrassed, nodded at them, and went to the kitchen to find something to eat.

After Chen Li'an entered the kitchen, the three women all turned their eyes to Zhang Guorong.

"Brother, who is he?" Liu Jialing asked curiously.

Zhang Guorong looked at the whole body in front of him, and said without raising his head: "I forgot to introduce you, Chen Li'an, my friend from the mainland, let's play cards!"

Liu Jialing and the princess looked at each other, wondering when Zhang Guorong would have an extra friend from the mainland, and even live in his house.

Brigitte Lin, who just got married and came back from the United States, didn't delay playing cards. After throwing a six cake, she asked, "You went to the capital to find him? A good friend?"

Only then did Zhang Guorong come to his senses, raised his head to look at the gossiping people, and explained angrily: "It's just a good friend, don't think about it, he has a girlfriend."

The energy of these women's gossip immediately faded away, but the princess still asked curiously: "You guys know each other from filming? Are you actors?"

Zhang Guorong paused, thinking about whether Chen Li'an is an artist or an actor, and then said: "I know him from filming, but he is an artist, very powerful."

"Artist? True or not, a painter?"

"Really, I can draw and take pictures. I just finished my solo exhibition."

"So talented? Artists are generally not good-looking."

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Chen Li'an, who had just come out of the kitchen with a baguette in his mouth, wanted to despise Liu Jialing's superficial knowledge when he heard this sentence!There are many good-looking people among the artists, okay?

Raphael, Schiller, Balthus, and Lucian Freud are all top handsome guys, okay?

But now it can only be ranked behind Chen Li'an, the crown of the most handsome artist among artists now belongs to Chen Li'an!

Being handsome is so unreasonable!Alternative to the peak of the artist industry!

　I received [-] yuan, and I will go to Sanjiang next week. I am happy~
　　I love you guys, but I didn't add more, I'm too lazy, I don't put it on the shelves, I can't see the subscription and I have no motivation.

　　
　
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