Chapter 320 1 Astonishing Word

Zhou Xiaotong finished watching the video on the follower's mobile phone and nodded slightly, "This crow is not bad. It is indeed the master's bird."

Feng Jun turned a deaf ear and picked up the wine glass to touch Yuan Huapeng, but he didn't even bother to say "do it".

Yuan Huapeng took two sips of beer, picked up his mobile phone and made a call, "Two levels? Let Monkey pick a few female artists, tell them, follow the Weibo account "Luohua Season 18", and forward it..."

"Yeah, that's right, the bigger the better... What, who is he? He is my boss!"

Yuan Huapeng put down his mobile phone, picked up a cigarette and lit it, then gave Feng Jun a toothy smile, "Follow and retweet first, not to mention whether you are a big V or not. Master, take a look at the people who forwarded it and see which one you like. I'll help you. get together."

It's not easy to say this kind of pimp talk in front of outsiders, but the old man has made his position clear, so what else is he afraid of?

But Zhou Xiaotong quit, she smiled coldly, "Big V, let's not talk about certification...a big V with thirty-one fans?"

She didn't know that most of the thirty-one fans were added recently - because of that video.

Yuan Huapeng glanced at her and said nothing, but his eyes showed deep disdain.

As long as you have money, how important is it to be a big V? As for saying there is no content...how big a deal is this? Find a team to do it.

Being a big V doesn’t necessarily mean you have money, but you can definitely become a big V if you have money.

There was another moment of silence, some people were smoking silently, some were drinking silently, the atmosphere was extremely strange.

With a "ding" sound, Yuan Huapeng's cell phone rang again. He picked it up and took a look, "Oh no, Master, the garrison in the Northeast has received orders that there may be a snowstorm. They must prepare for war with all their strength... Do you still want to go?"

Feng Jun sighed, "This... I can't make the decision."

"Going to the Northeast at this time?" Zhou Xiaotong raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jun curiously, "Is someone forcing you?"

Feng Jun glanced at her, shook his head, and said two words simply, "No!"

Zhou Xiaotong continued to eat skewers, drink wine, and drink tea leisurely.

After a while, Feng Jun picked up his mobile phone and checked to see why his number of fans increased by more than half in a few days.

After opening the scarf, he was stunned, "Hey, there are more than a hundred fans?"

He looked through it and found that a female artist named Guo Bingying had followed him and retweeted it.

With more than two million fans, she should be considered a small star.

However, her comment when forwarding it was also a bit speechless, "Such a cute bird..."

Hearing what he said, Zhou Xiaotong's follower immediately refreshed his Weibo and handed over his phone.

Zhou Xiaotong took a sip from the tea cup and glanced sideways at the screen, "More than two hundred fans... Hey, Guo Bingying is so famous?"

In her impression, Guo Bingying is just a third-rate starlet who started her career when she was around 20 years old. Now she is almost 30 years old. She has made many movies, but she has never become popular.

The female attendant whispered, "That's the flower-drying maniac. He has thousands of pots of flowers at home and also raises fish."

"She," Zhou Xiaotong nodded in sudden realization, with a malicious smile on his face, "the one who went to Sichuan and Tibet?"

Her words were metaphorical and pointed to certain things. Although she didn't care about the entertainment industry, she knew many things that ordinary people could not understand at all.

In her opinion, the flower-showing maniac who went to Sichuan and Tibet was a representative incident of Guo Bingying, but there were no rumors about it from the outside world.

Seeing the follower nodding, Zhou Xiaotong sneered, "Is it worth being proud of being paid attention to by her? I will only feel disgusted."

"Haha," Yuan Huapeng chuckled and raised his hand to pick up the bottle without saying much.

Feng Jun took two puffs of his cigarette, put out the cigarette butt, picked up his cell phone, and said lightly, "There are a lot of disgusting people who follow me..."

"You!" Zhou Xiaotong was irritated again. Aren't you just blaming Sang and Huai?

She sneered, "That's a rotten woman who has no one to live with. Aren't you afraid of getting sick?"

Feng Jun flicked his cell phone slowly, "Huh? She looks pretty good and has a good figure... Lao Yuan, this woman has a bad reputation?"

"I don't know, I've never heard how bad she is," Yuan Huapeng shook his head, "I haven't been an actor for many years."

I give this guy ninety-nine points for his pretense. Feng Jun secretly praised him in his heart. He is worthy of being a second-generation descendant of the imperial city. He can play all kinds of tricks very smoothly.

He nodded and put down the phone, "Then please ask, how much does it cost to make an appointment?"

This was a bit vindictive, but not entirely. He had not known the taste of meat for a long, long time.

He is definitely not interested in the professional ones. These part-time ones may be worse, but... they can still be considered stars.

Not sure whether it was intentional or unintentional, Yuan Huapeng glanced at him, smiled and shook his head, "Oh, you are so carefree..."

The corner of Zhou Xiaotong's mouth twitched, he picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, put a heavy meal on the table mat, stood up and left.

Yuan Huapeng was so happy to see this guy leave. To be honest, there were not many times when he could see her deflated.

He chuckled lightly, "Master, wait a moment, I will call you to ask."

It was better that he didn't say this. As soon as he said it, Zhou Xiaotong, who had just stepped down the steps, stopped.

She turned around and smiled slightly, "Brother Peng, it's snowing and a bit cold. I plan to go to the south to live for a while."

"Oh?" Yuan Huapeng glanced at her, nodded slightly, and then waved his hand: "Then go ahead. What do you want to tell me?"

Zhou Xiaotong smiled again, an extremely bright smile. Although it was already past eight o'clock in the evening, her charming smile was extremely clear under the reflection of the white snow, "I don't know where to go... Do you think Xini is good?" "

Yuan Huapeng was happily tapping his cell phone. Upon hearing this, his hand suddenly stopped in the air, "Xini?"

Zhou Xiaotong stood in the swirling snowflakes with a smile as bright as a flower, "Yes, Xini."

Yuan Huapeng was silent for a long time before sighing softly, "Xiaotong, my old man is pointing the master to treat the disease, you know..."

"I know," Zhou Xiaotong smiled and nodded, "I asked just now, but Brother Peng didn't answer me."

Yuan Huapeng took out a cigarette and lit it. He took several puffs before asking in a deep voice, "What do you want?"

Zhou Xiaotong turned around and walked up again through the snow.

She came to Yuan Huapeng and looked at him condescendingly. After looking at him for a while, she smiled slightly and said, "Brother Peng, I want to chat with the handsome master... alone for a while."

Yuan Huapeng looked at Feng Jun and then at her, his face full of struggle and hesitation.

"Okay, Lao Yuan," Feng Jun couldn't bear to see her, "Why don't you go and have a rest, I'm not afraid of her... think about yesterday."

Yuan Huapeng immediately stood up and looked at Zhou Xiaotong who said coldly, "Master is related to my old man's safety... don't make me angry."

His words may sound snobbish, but in fact, he holds his reputation in his hands.

Zhou Xiaotong's face sank, "Brother Peng, are you kidding? Master Feng is a martial arts master, what can I do to him?"

Just a moment ago, he was smiling like a flower, but in a blink of an eye, he was as cold as ice. With the change of expression, his temperament also changed, and he was truly a completely different person.

Feng Jun was also secretly stunned when he saw this face-changing technique... There are indeed many talents in the capital.

Yuan Huapeng thought for a moment, glanced at Feng Jun, and saw the master coming back with a confident smile.

He stood up and left silently, saying only four words, "The cook stays."

When driver Xiao Wang saw this, he stood up in a hurry and chased Yuan Huapeng away.

A smile appeared on Zhou Xiaotong's face. He took the spotlight, how could he be dissatisfied?

She sat down loudly and waved to the two followers, "You also sit down and have something to eat."

After hearing this, the two people sat down and ordered the cook, "Bake it again. If it's cold, don't heat it up."

"I want it cold and hot," Feng Jun said lazily, "I just like to eat it cooked, it's chewy."

The male attendant looked at him, then at Zhou Xiaotong, with a questioning look: Do you want to fall out?

His height and weight were similar to Feng Jun's, and he had also learned Taekwondo, so he was not convinced by this so-called "martial arts master."

Zhou Xiaotong shook his head, very slightly: The masters that Yuan Huapeng can admire are not the ones you can offend with your three-legged cat kung fu.

Feng Jun noticed that they exchanged glances, UU Reading www.uukanｽｈhu.net But he really didn't care. He gave you face yesterday. If you really don't know what's good for you, then don't blame me for being rude.

He picked up his phone and swiped it to search for "nearby cameras."

Fortunately, the nearest camera was eighty meters away, and with night vision, it would definitely not be very clear.

Zhou Xiaotong didn't say anything, and the others drank and ate skewers in silence.

Feng Junting likes to enjoy the snow, and he even likes to talk around the fire in the snow at night. He even enjoys drinking here alone.

But there were three inexplicable guys around him, and he was a little uncomfortable, especially since none of them spoke.

The atmosphere is so depressing, just like this hazy sky.

After drinking the beer in the glass, he raised his hand to touch his handbag, intending to pay and leave.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaotong suddenly said, "I'm sorry about what happened yesterday."

"Nothing to be embarrassed about," Feng Jun spoke lazily as he opened his handbag, his face very calm, "Since I walked into a stranger's booth, I must be aware of risks. If someone is plotting against me, that's right. Deserve it..."

"Isn't there such a TV show? Don't Talk to Strangers."

"Okay Master Feng," Zhou Xiaotong reached out and held down the hand holding the money.

Her little hands were delicate and cold, and extremely white. Under the reflection of the snow light, the blue veins on the back of her hands could be vaguely seen. "Aren't you going to let us see how much you drink? Are you leaving now?"

"Then you are talking," Feng Jun said lazily, "I have nothing to do, I just feel bored."

Zhou Xiaotong withdrew her hand. She was a little annoyed, but finally broke the silence by herself, "What did Yuan Huapeng tell you about me?"

Feng Jun paused for a moment before speaking in a deep voice, "Endocrine disorder, or... autonomic nervous disorder?"