ugly duckling don't cry

Chapter 187

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"I asked you to clean up the phlegm. Do you know it's disgusting? Pollution of the air and pollution of the earth." The old man's tone was harsh, but the words he said were childish, and fell into the ears of friendly people. It's cute, but in the ears of people like Sun Yang, it becomes a symbol of bullying.

In the meantime, Sun Yang took a puff of cigarette with great enjoyment, then sprayed all the second-hand smoke that had passed through his lungs on the old man's face, and laughed loudly:

"Old man, I not only want to spit, but I also spit smoke on your face, what can you do?"

"You...cough cough cough..." The old man was choked and coughed.

Sun Yang didn't give up like this, he pressed the cigarette butt on the old man's black padded jacket, burned a dong directly, then stuffed the cigarette butt into the old man's hand and said: 244/275 First page Previous page 242243244245246247248249 Next page Last page

"Remember to throw it in the trash for me."

After saying this, he took Zhao Weiqi away, and Zhao Weiqi looked back at the old man, feeling a little offended, and said:

"Brother Yang, this is not good for an old man."

"Hmph, you're just an old man picking up rags, why are you so soft-hearted, ha, I didn't realize that you are also a hypocrite."

The old man was so angry that he was trembling in place, his hand holding the cigarette butt was clenched in the cold wind, his old eyes were slightly fixed, staring at Sun Yang's back, as if he wanted to remember him.Not long after the two left, a lot of well-dressed men and women ran out of the hotel, including middle-aged people and young people. When they saw the old man standing at the door of the hotel, they rushed up and surrounded the old man. One of them was a middle-aged man. The man complained in a deep voice:

"Father, why did you come here in such a cold weather? Didn't you say you couldn't come to this banquet? Why are you here again? It's so late."

"Don't talk nonsense, I came to see my little great-granddaughter, and you didn't even tell me that the little guy is back."

"Grandpa, it's too late, the little guy has been sent home by her mother..." a young man in his twenties said helplessly.

"Forget it, let's not mention this matter for now, you guys give me the list of the banquet and the information of the guests, if there are any photos. Also, get me the surveillance video at the entrance of the hotel."

"Father? Why?"

"Huh!" The old man didn't answer, but just snorted coldly.

"Grandpa, why is there a hole in your padded jacket? And grandpa, why do you smell like cigarettes? Don't you don't smoke?"

"I don't smoke, but I met a bastard who smokes!" the old man said angrily, and then threw the cigarette butt in his hand to his grandson.

There was a crowd of people buzzing here, and at the other end, Lian Ersheng and Wen Yanxin finally got rid of the reporter and walked out of the hotel. As soon as they went out, they saw a crowd of people gathered there.Wen Yanxin made a careful distinction, pointed to one of the middle-aged men with outstanding temperament and said:

"Huh? Isn't that Director Cai of the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television?"

As she spoke, she recognized many people again,

"Ah, that's the deputy director of CCTV, that's the head of the military art troupe, and the younger one, isn't he the spokesperson of the Ministry of Culture? Why are there so many big figures here?"

"..." Lian Ersheng didn't answer, and thought to himself, can I tell you that they are actually a family.

"Huh? Who is that old man? Why are they surrounded by them?" Wen Yanxin asked again.

"Ah! Wait a minute, I'll be right back." Lian Ersheng also saw the old man, so he said this to Wen Yanxin.After finishing speaking, she stepped forward, bowed to the old man, and said respectfully and politely:

"Old Cai, I haven't seen you for a long time, how are you?"

The old man turned around and saw Lian Ersheng, then he smiled and said:

"Oh, isn't this Xiao Shengsheng? Long time no see!"

Xiao Shengsheng...including Wen Yanxin, everyone present had black lines on their foreheads

☆、Chapter 120

It was mid-December, and it had been a week since Ersheng and Wen Yanxin returned from Beijing.During this week, due to the publicity before the release of Lian Yun's new work "Core" theatrical version is going on, the two have been busy with work and have no time to be together.But this weekend, Wen Yanxin was going to spend time with Yang Chuan and Wen Lin, and Lian Yu and Uncle Situ happened to be there, and Lian Ersheng planned to take this opportunity to confess their relationship with the parents.

But before that, she had already told Luo Jiajia, Li Yun and Lin Kexin about the relationship between the two. Surprisingly, the reactions of the three were quite flat, with expressions that they had known for a long time. And she said the same sentence:

"You bastard, you finally got the hang of it."

Since they had to meet their parents on Saturday, a few young people made an appointment to get together on Sunday. Looking at the expressions on their faces that were about to make people feel like they were trying to hurt people, Lian Ersheng said in his heart that she might be tortured by various people this weekend. lethal.

On Friday night, Wen Yanxin stayed at the company to work overtime, and Lian Ersheng also stayed, intending to accompany her.Wen Yanxin really belongs to the type of strong woman. I am afraid that career is more important than love.It's just that Lian Ersheng understands that Wen Yanxin's devotion to Lianyun is mostly because of herself. Back then, Wen Yanxin vowed to help her keep this performance, but now she has long been used to such daily routines. struggle.In the final analysis, Lian Yun belonged to her and Wen Yanxin, and was created by the two of them and their partners together. It would be absurd to be jealous of Lian Yun, Lian Ersheng said with a wry smile in his heart.

Leaning at the table, after finishing the last draft, she put the draft in the folder with great care, and then locked it in her drawer.This drawing is her secret work and cannot be shown to others yet.She walked out of her own independent office in the animation department on the first floor, then entered the elevator, and headed for the third floor.She also has an office on the third floor, which belongs to her chairman and creative painting director's office, but generally she doesn't work in that office, her office has always been in the animation department on the first floor.

Arriving at the door of Wen Yanxin's office, the secretary had already been sent home by Wen Yanxin to rest. There was light under the crack of the door. Lian Ersheng knocked on the door lightly, and heard Wen Yanxin's cold voice:

"Please come in."

"How long will it take to finish?" Lian Ersheng asked as he opened the door and entered.

"Ah, Liansheng...I'm a little dizzy, what time is it?" Wen Yanxin stroked her bangs on her forehead and asked.

"It's eight o'clock." Lian Ersheng glanced at his watch and replied.

"Well, it can be done at about 08:30, almost."

"Drink something hot." Lian Ersheng put a cup of hot lavender tea by her hand and said with a faint smile. 245/275 First page Previous page 243244245246247248249250 Next page Last page

"Thank you..." Wen Yanxin held up the cup, covered her hands with her hands and moved closer to her mouth, a faint blush appeared on her fair and delicate cheeks.

Lian Ersheng walked up behind her, helped her massage the stiff neck muscles, and said:

"If you go on like this, you will get cervical spondylosis. It's best to stand up and move around after an hour. You see, the shoulders are hardened."

"Ah...it hurts so much, take it easy." Wen Yanxin whispered.

"How can you relax your muscles if you don't hit harder? Hold on."

"Ah~~ah, oh! It hurts, it hurts."

"Hey! Don't scream. You didn't look like you were afraid of pain before? You didn't say a word when your finger was broken by a basketball."

"That's different, oops, don't pinch it, it's weird..."

"What's wrong with pinching, this is a professional massage technique, what's so strange?"

"It just feels weird! It's okay, I don't want to massage."

Wen Yanxin stood up with blushing cheeks, even Ersheng was blushed by her, scratched the back of his head speechlessly, and said: