After the Bankruptcy of the Supporting Male Lead

The eye contact between the two was noticed by the third person present.

Mr. Wu coughed dryly, warning.

Chen Zhan raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "Do you know what that sentence that An Leng didn't say before he died?"

This question had troubled Mr. Wu for several days and nights, and suddenly he heard it, and his eyes became sharp: "Are you willing to solve my confusion?"

Chen Zhan swallowed the food in his mouth: "It's not a secret." Face the person opposite, smiled slightly: "He said I was a good person."

The voice fell, and the scene was more embarrassing than just before.

The sound of chopsticks being placed beside the bowl was too clear. Mr. Wu said: "Thanks for the hospitality, I still have something to do. Let's go first."

Yin Ronglan glanced at Chen Zhang and saw that he didn't make any special expressions and said: "Drink bowl of soup and go."

Mr. Wu did not see the soup on the table.

Yin Ronglan stood up: "I am very good at cooking soup."

With a suspicious expression, Mr. Wu turned to look at Chen Zhang and seemed to demand authenticity.

Between them, Yin Ronglan had gone to the pot and boiled the water. Within three minutes, he went out again. Some eggs are floating on the top layer of the big bowl in your hand, and the rest can't see any other condiments.

There was no appetite when looking at it, and Mr. Wu's eyes remained the same: "Egg soup?"

Chen Zhang, who was silent for a short time, couldn't help but say: "This soup is named Meng."

Alias ​​Meng Po Tang.

"..."

Mr. Wu restrained the convulsions in the corner of his mouth and smiled coldly: "It is said that Meng Po Tang is made of human tears... if you cry, if you can cry out a big bowl, I will drink no matter what is put in it.

Chen Zhan closed his eyes and pressed his temples gently with his index finger. He regretted not chatting with the old man in the afternoon.

Being able to communicate with normal people is a blessing in life.

Yin Ronglan: "Really?"

Chen Zhang opened his eyes again, pointed to the outside of the window before Mr. Wu answered, and said, "Trouble going out and talking."

In the end, Mr. Wu left alone.

After closing the door, Yin Ronglan looked sideways at Chen Zhang: "The opportunity is inevitable."

The latter was helpless: "He was not so good to deal with."

What An Leng said during his lifetime was always half true and half false, but one thing should be good. As the earliest detainee, Mr. Wu definitely has more than one life-saving means.

Before the meal was finished, Yin Ronglan sat down, and the kung fu of Jiacai asked, "What is he doing for you?"

"Talk about cooperation." Chen Zhang said a little sneer here: "Yangmou is often more difficult to deal with than conspiracy."

Mr. Wu's trick is nothing more than to make a fuss about the law enforcer, and he has an unadjustable contradiction with the law enforcer. Even if he does not provoke it, he cannot be safe.

Yin Ronglan speculated that both Chen Zhan and Fang Cai were secret, even extraordinary.

He didn't want to ask about it, and he didn't know about it, just send him to hell.

Chen Zhan vaguely noticed that Yin Ronglan had made up an idea when he didn't know it, and he sternly asked, "Be born, please be kind."

Yin Ronglan smiled, but said nothing.

Nobody tasted the bowl of soup until the end.

Chen Zhang wants to publish a new chapter before zero, and Yin Ronglan takes the responsibility of washing the dishes after dinner. When he was a little bit in a deep thought, he packed things up and said: "In the first two quarters of this year, your total income is less than last year."

Chen Zhang nodded.

Many things have changed, Yin Ronglan took a week off, and his updates were unstable during his honeymoon. Although the game has been updated several times, it is almost saturated.

Yin Ronglan: "Develop a new project?"

Chen Zhan's eyes are a bit intriguing. When there was a similar conversation, the two sides of the content exchanged roles. Pouted: "What project?"

Yin Ronglan: "You are involved in many cases. Although the news of An Leng's death was suppressed, the previous haunting story is still there.

Chen Zhang thought along the lines: "Would you like me to open a haunted house?"

Yin Ronglan: "You can contract one in the amusement park or open it alone."

Chen Zhang lowered his head and pondered: "I haven't touched this area, the doorway still needs to explore."

"I will help you."

Chen Zhang stared at him for a few seconds and smelled the conspiracy: "Just to make money?"

Yin Ronglan: "It's good to be a base."

Chen Zhan frowned, rarely understanding his words for a while.

Yin Ronglan: "In case of unsolvable problems, you can avoid the limelight by working or storing something in the haunted house."

Chen Zhan made his fortune by writing, but he had poor reading comprehension.

After a period of time as a buffer, try to slowly expand the analysis of this sentence: One day, if you can’t help killing Mr. Wu, you can throw the corpse in the haunted house first, or directly invite the other party in the haunted house to do something forever.

After a little analysis, the shoulder shook slightly and sneezed.

Yin Ronglan poured a glass of warm water and handed it over: "The weather is getting hot every day, but don't wear too thin."

Chen Zhang: "I remember you used to be a very gentle person."

Yin Ronglan smiled unchanged: "For you, it has always been."

"..."

In order to prevent lovers from going to prison, he waited for dozens of years outside the iron gate. Chen Zhang refused the proposal of the haunted house without hesitation.

Seeing the regret remaining in the other person's eyes, he shook his head and went to the bedroom to make a phone call to Wang Cheng: "Is there any work to answer?"

Recently, he has been too popular, and it is not a good thing to search for more. In order to maintain the popularity of passers-by, Wang Cheng has shed a large part of his work.

"How come I suddenly remembered talking about work?"

Chen Zhang didn't intend to play Tai Chi and said straightforwardly: "It doesn't have to be attending the event, either a cameo or a variety show invitation."

Wang Cheng asked the reason again. Chen Zhanmei made a profit in his name: "Yin Ronglan's career has stalled and I can only rely on me."

Many celebrities have encountered marrying into a fake giant, and he is no exception.

"...But I only saw the latest list of wealth celebrities a few days ago. Mr. Yin has risen two places compared to last year."

Chen Zhang disagreed, whispering ‘only two’.

Lest the continued communication will hit the weak heart, Wang Cheng quickly pulled the topic back to the business: "I will give you a definite answer early tomorrow."

When Chen Zhan took a shower at night, Yin Ronglan's voice came from outside: "Phone."

"Help me step in."

Yin Ronglan frowned indoors: "Mobile phones are easy to get water."

Chen Zhang: "Then help me pick it up."

Yin Ronglan's fingers were stiff in the air before he wanted to press the answer button. If he only chose to step in, wouldn't he see...

With a slight sigh, it was his brain that got into the water.

On the other side of the phone, Wang Cheng heard Yin Ronglan's voice, seeming to be somewhat sullen, his tone could not help but be lightened: "Chen Zhang..."

"He is taking a bath." Yin Ronglan asked, "What's the matter?"

"There is a variety show of the vomiting nature. Want to see if he wants to?"

Yin Ronglan told the truth.

There was a "good" in the bathroom.

When Chen Zhang came out, drops of water were still dripping from his neck. He searched the process of the program group on the Internet, and by the way, called Wang Cheng to ask if he needed to prepare a manuscript.

"You don't have to." Wang Cheng said happily.

For the first time, Chen Zhang felt that he was somewhat unreliable.

"This time the program is different from the past," Wang Cheng explained: "We will invite guests, they are the main body."

"...Who is bad?"

Wang Cheng smiled two times flatly: "But the program team is willing to spend a lot of money to invite you, and the theme has been set, called "The Story of Qingcheng."

Chen Zhang pondered for two seconds: "What is the meaning?"

Wang Cheng ‘eh’ twice and said intermittently: “In fact, it’s ‘Tipping Chen Ji’, which can be interpreted as overturning those fears that were dominated by Chen Zhang in those years.”

"Who are the guests?"

Wang Cheng's words were a little more exciting: "You don't know, as soon as the news was released, there were countless people signing up. Several rich second generations in City Y even wanted to use their relationship to come..."

Chen Zhang only felt that his brain was buzzing and made an excuse to hang up the phone in advance.

Yin Ronglan saw his discomfort and asked.

Chen Zhang sighed the inside.

Yin Ronglan's eyes moved: "Is there such a program?"

Chen Zhang: "If you want to be a guest, I don't mind breaking the legs of both of us."

A week of cultivation in bed is better than going to the public sentence on TV.

Yin Ronglan disguised it very well and said with no discoloration: "It is possible to sell the news to Lin Chiang, and he may not be willing to sue you as a guest present."

Chen Zhan rubbed her eyebrows: "Don't look at the wool of a sheep."

The show will not be recorded until next Wednesday. In the past, the artists used to vomit themselves, but Chen Zhang went to face a group of people. He looked very open, and soldiers came to cover up the water.

Before going to bed at night, Yin Ronglan calculated the number of people who used to be Chen Zhang's material, and looked solemnly: "Will the stage stand still?"

Or maybe everyone is fighting for the microphone?

"...That's not a vegetable market."

Yin Ronglan wanted to say something more, and was forcibly interrupted by Chen Zhang's cold fast sleep.

As soon as the next day dawned, Chen Zhan seemed to have seen nothing happened. After watching the previous episodes, he was familiar with the host's style.

Yin Ronglan had a deep glance at the other party before going to work. It can be said that this calm, even he was ashamed.

[System: Baby, are you there? 】

Chen Zhang narrowed his eyes: "Fuck me?"

[System: ...I want to practice my courage before rebellion. 】

Chen Zhang has a lot of work today, and he hasn't thought about it: "Please be quiet if you are fine."

[System: Headquarters is in a mess because of complaints, and my time is coming. 】

Chen Zhang froze for a few seconds: "Complaint?"

If a person eats melons or not, the system will share the complaint letter with him--

I am a son of heaven. After crossing, I was led by the system, and I opened the harem to win the treasure. However, two days ago, when the old system retired, and the new system just came up, I slammed me because the name was "Chen Zhan", and it said I reminded it of the last host.

What remains is some system confessions:

System 2971: Last week I went to pick up a host who was about to be reborn. After hearing his surname Chen, I couldn't help but killed the person again.

System 1333: The current host's eyes resemble that of the man, and he excites his heart.

System 2458: My host smiled a little bit like that person, so I couldn't make him laugh anymore.