food idol

Chapter 173

They didn't know how hard Gu Su was and how difficult it was. We were all not fools. If Gu Su really didn't have the strength, how could he get to where he is today!
Sometimes Xiao Su couldn't help complaining to Wen Tang, but every time Wen Tang would say calmly, "He doesn't care about these things."

A few times when Gu Su called, Wen Tang was riding a horse in the club, so she would pull the big red dates into the camera and greet Gu Su on the other side of the camera.

But maybe Gu Su lost too much weight all of a sudden, or Dahongzao is not used to making video calls. There was no response the first few times, and it took half a month to realize that the guy in the small square box in front of him is A certain hateful human being, so Young Master Gu, who was far away across the ocean, was sprayed in the face through the camera again...

In addition, Wen Tang has been in touch with Feng Lu all the time, and the two girls communicate with each other from time to time, expressing their recent emotions, making noises and so on.

One day in May, Wen Tang, who was sleeping, was awakened by Feng Lu's transoceanic phone call. As soon as he pressed the answer button, Feng Lu whimpered and cried.

"Don, I hurt!"

Wen Tang glanced at the alarm clock that had just jumped to 2:00, and hurriedly asked, "Where is your pain? Did you go to the hospital? Do you want to call an emergency?"

Feng Lu was sobbing and choking, with the sound of pulling out a tissue, "I'm sick, my feet hurt, my legs hurt, woo hoo."

As a model, I can't live without high heels, and the heels are scary high. How can there be nothing wrong with it for many years.

Feng Lu is no exception. Her family background was not good in her early years, she made her debut very early, and she worked hard. When she was eighteen or nineteen, her knees and feet were full of problems. The soles of both feet were already distorted. When the weather changed It will be very painful.

Feng Lu has been so busy these days that her feet don't touch the ground. When she was shooting commercials, she was touched twice by a photographer with hands and feet. In addition, her old leg problem happened again, and she immediately felt wronged. When she heard Wen Tang's voice , The tears I was holding back couldn't stop.

"I want to eat rice, woohoo, I can't get used to the food here!"

"That bastard photographer must have had a bad day, the people around him can't even speak English, and the translator went back to rest!"

"The chili here is not spicy at all. If it is not spicy, what face is called chili! Woohoo!"

Feng Lu is from the south, and being unable to eat chili and rice for a long time almost killed her. It is estimated that this time the pressure from many aspects accumulated and broke out collectively, which is why she made a phone call and collapsed without checking the time.

In fact, Feng Lu didn't say anything about any substantive issues after tossing and turning, she just wanted to find someone to talk to, and after more than half an hour of giggling, Feng Lu was quite embarrassed and belatedly said, "I'm sorry, it's midnight over there. Right? I'm disturbing your rest."

By now, Wen Tang had lost sleepiness, and besides, she was really close to Feng Lu, after all, they were all out to mess around, so it was not easy.

"It's okay, it's nothing. We're so good. If you don't tell me, who are you going to tell?"

Feng Lu wanted to cry again when she heard this, and she held it back for a long time before she finally said in a low voice, "Yesterday was my birthday, Tang, can you say happy birthday to me?"

Wen Tang also felt sad when he heard it, especially after saying happy birthday sincerely, he rolled out of bed and started to pack his luggage in his pajamas.

Wen Tang was obsessed with spicy food when she went to CD to promote "Dove". At home, she kept hot sauce, pickled peppers, and chopped peppers bought from online stores for a long time. She ran to the storage cabinet and Crashing, stuffing half a suitcase into the suitcase, fearing that there would be no rice for sale there, he packed a few catties of rice in plastic bags.

(End of this chapter)