The scumbag provoked the blackened male god again

Chapter 42 The Canary of the Gold Master [4]

Shen Lang's exquisite long eyebrows raised slightly, and he smiled slowly: "Will Mr. Yun not ask me why I made this call?"

"Not interested in."

In fact, Shen Lang was quite surprised.

The man didn't hang up the phone directly, and even answered her words in a serious and disgusting manner.

Tsk, boring.

See if you're still bored after watching it.

Her red lips parted slightly, her white teeth seemed to hold a small pearl, and she said with a smile, "I want to replace Wang Meng...does Mr. Yun take it?"

The tone was lingering and intoxicating, like a small hook, gently scratching his heart.

The low-luxury office in black and white tones exudes abstinence and indifference everywhere.

The man's white and slender fingers held the phone, his long eyelashes drooped slightly, and his eyes were dark, meaning unclear.

The woman was acting coquettishly.

It is undeniable that the charm of this black vase on the Internet is indeed provocative... coquettish enough.

He spat out a few words lightly from his crimson thin lips, "...I will let someone deal with it."

Shen Lang can probably guess what he was thinking, because the system prompts that the hero's love value has increased by another 20%, currently -5%.
gratifying progress.

Tsk, to deal with this man seems to have to take the aggressive route.

Her eyes flickered, and thousands of plans for sexual intercourse were instantly formulated in her mind.

The red lips lightly pursed into a bewitching arc, flirtatious and gorgeous, and said with a smile:
"Then...thank you, Mr. Yun."

Before the words fell, the bewitching and intoxicating voice was replaced by a cold beeping sound.

This is a bad habit of Shen Fushui, a bad habit of hanging up the phone proactively and neatly.

It's just that in Yun Mo's eyes, this is just to show her desire to catch him with his status and financial power.

After a while, the man at the desk slowly put down the phone, his ice-white fingertips tapped on the table very rhythmically.

The jaw line is smooth and delicate, the thin crimson lips are slightly curved, and the eyes are deep.

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Soon, Wang Meng received an order from the headquarters, the meaning was very straightforward, that is to let him not bring Shen Lang any more.

When he put down the phone, he was stunned, and then he spat hard.

"what!"

Although he didn't want to bring such a black vase for a long time, he should take the initiative to ask the company instead of the company directly approaching him.

He suddenly remembered that woman had just gone to the headquarters and rushed up to the 43rd floor...Could it be that she was playing tricks on him behind his back?

Meng Qingtan saw that his face was turning blue and white, like a palette, and he couldn't help but whisper softly: "Is something wrong, Brother Meng?"

Wang Meng came back to his senses, his eyes fell on the white and soft little face in front of him, he slightly moved the corner of his mouth, a little stiff, and said: "It's nothing."

Because of the incident on the Internet, he directly gave Qingtan all the resources belonging to Shen Lang in a fit of anger, even the character she obtained by some unknown means before was no exception.

Now Meng Qingtan is curled up softly in the corner of the sofa, holding the script in his hand, and reading it seriously.

His heart softened again.

If such a hard-working and talented little girl can't compare to that vase that only relies on brushing her face, it is simply unreasonable.

He comforted himself in his heart, went to pour a glass of water and handed it to Meng Qingtan, "Don't tire your eyes, just take a rest."

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Shen Lang made a bowl of egg noodles for himself, boiled them in clear water, took them out and then cracked the eggs, then added salt.

It is good to boil the eggs until they are half-cooked, and the yellow color inside has a beauty-beautifying effect.

She made do with a full stomach, did a set of gymnastics, then put on the blindfold in a very lazy manner, and lay down on the bed.

Tsk, comfortable.

The Internet has fermented to a certain extent.

Netizens who denounced Shen Lang almost had to circle the world twice, and even if they went out, they might be smashed with rotten eggs.

However, the person involved was sleeping in a fairy-like posture, with her gorgeous red lips slightly curved, very comfortable and carefree.

A trending search suddenly rushed to the first position, and there were several huge red letters——

[Shen Lang cancer get out of the entertainment industry! 】

Those who didn't know thought that the original owner killed and set fire to harm the world.

(End of this chapter)