Chapter 57: Onlookers

Chen Zhang returned the phone to Yin Ronglan: "The question you are studying is very interesting."
Yin Ronglan said in one sentence: "Wonderful whimsy when bored."
"Oh?" Chen Zhan's tone was long, and his eyes were slightly complicated.
Yin Ronglan half-eyed his eyes, looking serious and focused.
Chen Zhang was not bluffed by this picture, but no more than entangled the issue.
The buzzing vibration came very timely, glancing down, it was a quite unexpected call.
Yin Ronglan was very grateful for the phone. When he saw Lin Chiang's name on the screen, his mood became less beautiful.
The talk time was very short, and the message conveyed by Lin Chiang was quite direct, which made Chen Zhang find a solution to the incident. He had to return to his room to sleep.
The latter sentence sounds humble.
Yin Ronglan drank and asked, "Do you want to help him?"
Chen Zhang smiled: "You can't offend you."
I didn't say a word, I just had something to ask Jiang Ying.
Seeing Jiang Ying really took a lot of effort, and after separating from Yin Ronglan, Chen Zhang took care of the relationship between several people before finally entering a lounge.
When I entered the door, I saw a wavy, curly long hair, which fell to the waist and looked very charming.
The woman sat back to him, slowly peeling the apple peel.
Hearing the footsteps, the fruit knife in his hand did not put down while turning around.
Chen Zhang gave up.
"Are you here to speak good things for my fiance?" Jiang Ying's fingertips rubbed gently on the handle of the knife as he spoke.
Chen Zhan stepped back two steps and pondered a little: "The two countries are at war, they will not be cut."
After seeing him for a few seconds, Jiang Ying took the knife to the side.
Chen Zhang wouldn't be so stupid that he really poured chicken soup into the soul. Lin Chiang asked him to come, just to give both parties a step down.
I took a chair and sat at least one meter away from Jiang Ying, and spoke again: "I started my fierce pursuit of you..."
Just after listening to the first half of the sentence, Jiang Ying's eyes had become ill-advised.
Chen Zhan ignored it and continued: "Have you ever offended anyone?"
Jiang Ying laughed a little ironically.
Chen Zhang also knew that asking was nonsense, narrowing the scope: "The kind of hate."
There are too many absurd things in the original body, and some of the memories have faded to vagueness.
"There is a director who wants to give me medicine in the wine, you broke him; another actor used his foot on the set, and you were asked by a private investigator to expose a lot of his black material..."
Chen Zhangshang listened calmly, and there were about seven or eight people in the list.
Jiang Ying looked at his eyes intriguingly: "Someone finds you in trouble?"
"Just doubt."
Jiang Ying raised the tone a bit higher: "Sixth sense?"
"Not at all."
The system was timid and fearful, and was swindled by Chen Zhang in words, revealing that on Red Man's Night, someone really stared at him in the dark.
Write down the information of these people one by one, and compare it with the memory, and then pretend to get up and leave.
Jiang Ying smiled and said, "The envoys walk all the way."
Someone leaned on the car with his arms at the door, his eyes revealed casually.
When seeing Lin Chiang, Chen Zhang considered whether to bypass. It's a pity that the latter has noticed him and didn't give people the opportunity to slip away: "How's the talk?"
Chen Zhang nodded slightly, indicating that the matter had been resolved.
Lin Chiang was about to step forward, and his footsteps stopped as soon as he passed by: "Kwai Kui..."
Chen Zhang was helpless: "Kwai Kui is Jiang Ying. She was angry but I pretended to be a fortune teller to lie to you, only to think about treating her body with his own way."
"Seven points are similar..."
Chen Zhang sighed: "Jiang Ying's makeup technique can be described as fascinating." Suddenly said: "Isn't it safe to go now?"
Lin Chiang's expression is extremely complicated, and he seems to have no comfort from Fang Cai's words at all.
Chen Zhang no longer ignored, and stepped away.
He didn't stop thinking until he got on the bus.
To say that in this list, the actor who should be killed the most is the actor. The director works behind the scenes, and there is no less material. As long as he can attract investment and make a good work, this history will soon be forgotten.
The actor is different. After Jiang Ying became famous, this past was turned over. He gradually fell from the first line to the eighteenth line.
The ground in the community is quite slippery, so Chen Zhan didn't dare to do it twice, and walked with great care.
Passing the trash can, I saw a young man rummaging and frowned: "Someone has contracted this land."
The person named by him was stunned for a moment, and after a while, he could not help crying and laughing: "I threw the key on the road and accidentally threw it in the trash."
"..."
What is this hobby?
Chen Zhan shook his head straight forward.
"Wait." the man shouted: "There are too many things in it, can you help me find them together?"
Looking sideways to see him, Chen Zhang was prepared for defense. Where would a normal person make such a request?
"It's too cold." The young man stretched out his cold fingers: "So, I will give you the money whether you can find it or not."
Chen Zhang was about to refuse, and a voice suddenly came in front of him: "Here is the Lord."
Looking up looked at the old man on the door.
The young man looked at Chen Zhan with a shocked face...the garbage bin in the community, or the package distribution?
When Chen Zhang remembered that when he first wore it, he wanted to earn a small amount of money by picking up bottles. After explaining the situation in three words, the old man with thick gloves quickly turned out a bunch of keys in the fruit peel.
The young people thanked again and again, and repeatedly suggested that they must be invited to dinner.
He was also busy going to the waste station. Of course, the old man wanted to refuse, but Chen Zhan made a wink. Then he swallowed it to his mouth and nodded instead.
To put it a few days ago, perhaps Chen Zhan will think that the people in front of him are warm and hearty. After seeing Yin Ronglan's performance, they are almost sure that the other party is well prepared.
"My name is Fang Jun." The young man familiarly introduced himself.
Chen Zhang: "Do you usually go online?"
Fang Jun wondered: "Of course."
Chen Zhang: "Then you should know who I am."
Fang Jun's smile was not natural at the moment: "I didn't return to China soon."
Chen Zhang didn't explore the true and false, and chatted casually.
When he arrived at the restaurant and Fang Jun bowed his head to order, he made his first serious look at it and determined that there was no intersection with this person in his memory.
Seemingly feeling something, Fang Jun raised his head, Chen Zhan looked back in time and calmly recommended several signature dishes here.
The three ordered a table.
During the conversation, Fang Jun revealed that he only recently bought a house in the community.
The old man wondered: "If you can study abroad, your family should be good, why choose to buy it here?"
"The conditions in my house are average," Fang Jun sighed. "After paying off the overseas study loan, I will use the extra money to buy a house, which is more cost-effective than rent."
The old man wanted to say a few more words, noting that the other party's attention was mostly concentrated on Chen Zhang's body, frowning.
I want to remind a few words that Chen Chan didn’t say anything, as if she didn’t notice anything, she still focused on the food in front of her.
After eating a meal, the two left their contact information with each other.
In the next few days, Fang Jun will take the initiative to call from time to time, roughly consulting the current employment situation in China.
It is not easy to check a person's identity, and academic ID cards can be faked. What Chen Zhang can do now is to follow his rhythm.
Encounter such a thing only once and countless times.
Meet again at a club.
There are few places to play in winter. Although Y City has four distinct seasons, it is still a bit reluctant to build a ski resort.
Chen Zhang’s card was given by the boss when he spoke for the volcanic mud perfume, and there are 3,000 yuan in it for consumption. Unlike the people who came out to play, he took a fancy to the fitness venue in the club.
Fang Jun just walked out from the direction of the shooting gallery, and the two met at the elevator.
Chen Zhang raised his eyebrows: "Come out and play?"
Fang Jun smiled calmly: "Go to work."
Chen Zhan looked at the time, before waiting for him to issue a question, Fang Jun had already explained: "Here are open 24 hours a day, and there will be four shifts."
On the elevator to the first floor with fitness equipment, Chen Zhang first left.
The club is good at using holographic projection technology, where you can see exaggerated lighting effects. The fitness area should be slightly normal, except for the too loud music, the overall environment is much more comfortable.
After about ten minutes of exercise, Chen Zhang was disrupted by the movement of the door. Looking again, Fang Jun, who had put on his work clothes, was blocked at the door by someone, and he spoke badly.
Fang Jun wanted to get around, and the strong man took a step toward sitting in his direction, grinning badly, and his hands began to be unruly.
Chen Zhan didn't turn a blind eye to the direction he was asking for help. Although he felt dog blood, he walked over.
Next to the treadmill, there was a sweaty teenager, who seemed to not want to do much business and picked up the bottle and left.
No one knows. As soon as he walked out of the area, he ran up at a faster pace and gasped for dad.
Rich businessmen are quite dissatisfied: "What's the hurry?"
The teenager swallowed and said, "There is a good show."
These two men were the father and son who had met Chen Zhang and Yin Ronglan accidentally on the racecourse. The teenager also wanted to learn language art secretly so that he could beat the horse, but he was frightened by Chen Zhang's sentence of "Left to Yellow and Right to Qing Cang".
Not much to say, the teenager pulled him to the fitness area, and when he arrived he found that there were many more people around.
It was naturally found that there were more than one teenager in this good show. Yin Ronglan had drawn a group of people into the water for making friends. The "Glory" deeds had already spread in the circle.
Witnessing Chen Zhan being designed by others, everyone called friends and rushed to tell each other.
Fang Jun thinks the plan is meticulous, even if Chen Zhang really asks, he can only get the news that he is working here.
Unexpectedly, in just a few minutes, it attracted many onlookers.
He didn't know what went wrong. There were very few people who came to exercise on weekdays, and most of them were indifferent.
The voice of whispering sounded from time to time: "Although the trademark was cut off, the shirt must be a customized one."
"Someone learns that Yin Ronglan pretends to be a poor fishing friend!"
"More than that! They still catch the same person!"
Someone whispered: "Do you want to let me know?"
"I have asked someone to send me a box of sauerkraut noodles. I believe he can understand the implications."
Looked at each other, and looked at each other and laughed: "Some people imitated my face, and others imitated my face."
The author has something to say: the hint given by Chen Zhang once, written in the Tibetan script.
Now the hint given by passers-by, a box of instant noodles, implies that someone imitates your routine.
Yin Ronglan: Can you speak well?
If you have forgotten the father and son of a rich businessman, you can skip to the end of Chapter 4.