food idol

Chapter 382

Gu Su Fu's forehead, these two are not quite normal, it seems that they are still under too much pressure?

But if you want to complain in your heart, you can complain, and you still have to answer the call.

"Gu Su?"

Gu Su responded, and asked politely, "Miss Feng, what's the matter?"

Feng Lu, who had experienced multiple stimuli back and forth, immediately lost her arrogance under the influence of a little alcohol. She waved her hand violently, as if feeding her usual cautiousness and dignity to the dog, and said domineeringly, "It's your luck that your kid married Tang, do you know that?!"

Gu Su nodded dumbfoundingly, "Yes, yes."

Feng Lu nodded in satisfaction, and continued to speak surprisingly, "If you let me know that you dare to forgive her, I will definitely fly over and castrate you!"

Gu Su: "..."

After a while, the expressionless Gu Su threw the phone back to Wen Tang, and said calmly, "We're done talking."

Wen Tang glanced at him very strangely, then picked up the phone again in doubt, "Hello? Lulu, what did you say to Gu Su, his expression is so strange."

Feng Lu broke out into a burst of earth-shattering laughter, which could be heard clearly through the phone three meters away, so Gu Su's face successfully deepened.

Wen Tang said a few more words to her, vaguely guessing the truth, "Lu Lu, have you been drinking?"

There was a strange silence on Feng Lu's side for a few seconds, and then he hummed awkwardly, and then argued, "Just a little, I really didn't drink too much."

Wen Tang was a little helpless, Feng Lu could drink well, but his wine quality was not good, and he would often do some weird things when he was half drunk.

Moreover, Feng Lu seems to be in a bad mood right now, and Wen Tang is also a little worried.

In order to reduce the life-and-death reports in the world that are enough to make people regret, Wen Tang tried his best to make his voice gentler, more convincing and credible, "Lulu, are you still listening?"

Feng Lu was indeed a little drunk, but she was still sane, so she nodded and said, "Of course."

Before Wen Tang could say anything else, Feng Lu suddenly said in a low voice, "Tang, I'm a model, but I don't want others to think I'm brainless. I really don't want to."

Wen Tang felt a little distressed, and she told Feng Lu very seriously, "You are very smart, but you are amazing, really, don't listen to those bastards, they are all jealous."

Feng Lu laughed a few times in a low voice.

Wen Tang felt that she couldn't let her go on like this, so he thought for a while, "You've already arrived at the hotel, right? Go and lock the door behind you, take a photo and send it to me when you're done, right away, be good."

Sure enough, Feng Lu didn't lock the door. After listening to Wen Tang's words, she locked it again, took a photo and sent it back.

After seeing it, Wen Tang heaved a sigh of relief, and said softly, "Now go to sleep obediently, and when you wake up after sleep, you will have nothing to worry about, do you hear me? Go lie down, cover yourself with the quilt, and then take a photo too Give me."

In fact, in a situation like Feng Lu's running all the way and drinking, he should take a bath before going to bed, otherwise he will probably smell bad when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

But now that there was no one around her, Wen Tang was really afraid that the waiter who came in to clean up the next day would find a female body in the bathtub, so this step had to be skipped.

Seeing Feng Lu wrapped up in the shape of a silkworm baby with his own eyes, Wen Tang felt relieved of his burden, "Good boy, I'm asleep."

Honestly wrapped in the quilt with only one face exposed, Feng Lu did not have the arrogance and nobility on the runway at all, and was gentle like a little girl.

She hummed into the phone, and her breathing gradually became longer.

Wen Tang smiled silently, and was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly heard Feng Lu over there whispering, "Tang, I love you."

Wen Tang smiled, "I love you too, sister."

Feng Lu also seemed to smile slightly, and then blessed in a sleepy voice, "You must be happy."

(End of this chapter)