The male god of fast wear is not human

Chapter 7 Sexy cats, online teasing (7)

When Hou Feng returned to the ward in a daze, Jin Lin was secretly eating instant noodles.

After taking a sip, it was fragrant and hot, half of the noodles hung from his mouth, and the door was pulled open.

Jin Lin was so guilty that he turned his back and hid under the bed. He didn't hear Hou Feng's hurtful foreign accent, so he couldn't help being surprised.
I saw Hou Feng standing barefoot at the door, his eyes were straight, his face was pale, the corridor behind him was empty, and the corners of his clothes and trousers were windless.

"Damn it!" Hit a ghost?

Jin Lin was anxious, and stood up abruptly, his hands were unsteady, the noodle bucket was overturned, and the boiling water rolled the instant noodles and rolled him half of his body, "I'm so tired!"

Jumping up and down on the spot, he took off the hospital gown, and hurried forward.

He stretched out his hand and waved in front of Hou Feng's eyes, "Brother Feng, Hou Feng, do you know who I am?"

Hou Feng was motionless, his two dark eyes were empty and lifeless.

Suddenly, the black eyes rolled around and stared at him.

Jin Lin's scalp exploded, and he bounced back on the spot, hugging his head and retreating: "Don't, don't, don't come over—!"

"You are sick?"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhse with." Jin Lin knelt down."

He chuckled lightly, contemptuous and disgusted.

Jin Lin froze when he kowtowed, no, why is this ghost smiling so much?With Hou...huh?look up.

Hou Feng took the time to hug his arms and smiled cheaply: "Scream Dad, please don't die."

"Well, you brat! Playing with me!" Jin Lin raised a shoe and was easily dodged by Hou Feng.

The two wrestled for a long time, and finally collapsed on the ground laughing.

Jin Lin: "Don't do that again next time, I'm worried about you, but you're fine."

Hou Feng: "Well, I was wrong."

He admitted his mistake too quickly, which stunned Jin Lin for a moment.

He shoved Hou Feng: "Tell me, what's going on. Didn't you go to Mr. Xing's place to get familiar with your face? If you come back with such a pale face, I'll treat you as if you didn't keep your ass."

Hou Feng raised his foot and kicked over, scolded, "Do you know that Mr. Xing lives here?"

Jin Lin rolled his eyes back at him: "Nonsense."

Hou Feng understood: "Thanks to Qiantui for this matter, he ran around that day, otherwise I really wouldn't know he lived here."

"That is, the spirit of the thousand-year-old ancestor."

"Yeah. Tomorrow, I'll be discharged from the hospital. Come with me to Xing's hometown."

"Go, him, home?!"

"That's not it? You also know that Mr. Xing is going to wash his hands in the gold basin. Now the movie in his hands is regarded as a closed film. Based on Mr. Xing's reputation, this work is 100% able to win the award. Who doesn't want to catch this last train? "

Jin Lin nodded, "Are you not confident?"

Hou Feng glanced at him: "It must be good."

"then you……"

"Don't interrupt, do you still want to hear it?" Hou Feng glared at him, "Yesterday, Mr. Xing nodded, and today he is going to be discharged from the hospital, so I can't go see him off? This one... hey, where is my cat?"

Jin Lin was taken aback for a moment, and in the next second, a big furry tail fell from the edge of the bed and swept their faces.

Hou Feng pulled Kuang Qiansui into his arms with a smirk on his face, rubbed and rubbed affectionately, and then continued: "Hey Lao Jin, guess who I saw today?"

Jin Lin: "Who?"

Hou Feng: "Amuro."

Jin Lin: "Oh... um? Who are you talking about! Is it the Amuro I thought of!"

Hou Feng nodded vigorously, not to mention Jin Lin was excited, he himself still hasn't recovered yet.

Amuro Jean Ray, the chief designer of GB, a top international brand, is different from many designers. He covers a wide range of fields, not limited to fashion and photography.And compared to the clothes he designed himself, what is more flocking to him is the jewelry he designed.

Each set is almost as beautiful as a work of art, and without exception, they are all sold at sky-high prices.

Because the jewelry he designed is favored by men and women in the upper class, the male and female stars in the entertainment circle who have always been full of desires are even more adored by him.

Not to mention jewelry, just who can endorse a small peripheral product of GB, that is a big event for the glory of the ancestors.

And this kind of Amuro, just the first time he saw Hou Feng, he fell in love with his... cat.

Jin Lin:?
Jin Lin: "What did you say? Can you say it again?"

He may have tinnitus or concussion aftershocks, otherwise how could he hear that Amuro, the chief designer of GB, is not interested in his artist, but his...

"He fell in love with Chitose, not me." Hou Feng reaffirmed.

(End of this chapter)