Chapter 577

After listening to Chen Dali's explanation, Yue Zitong didn't make a sound for a long time.

The advertisement over there in yanziwan has run aground. The most anxious people are not Chen Dali, but Yue Zitong.

Because she is the successor after Li NanFang's death. After the official announcement of the news and Li NanFang's wanted notice being posted all over the streets, Yue Zitong will accept the southern group as soon as possible.

She can't help Li Nanfang wash white, only to help him take good care of, his group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, especially Dong Shixiong husband and wife, not bullied.

If Helan Xiaoxin hadn't just used her to attack drug addiction and humiliate her, she would have gone to yanziwan and become the backbone of Chen Dali and others.

But what's the effect of going?

Helan Xiaoxin can't do anything. How can she do it?

Hehe, if you want to let Zhan Fei, who is more famous than Han Huiqiao, go to yanziwan to save her life today, I really don't know what Chen Dali's head is packed with.

But I can't laugh at them.

First of all, they are wholeheartedly thinking about the company.

Secondly, Yue Zitong is not qualified to sneer at the local buns she despised in the past.

"Yue"

Chen Dali over there did not wait for the echo of Yue Zitong for a long time. He took a deep breath: "madam, we all know that the possibility of persuading Zhan Fei to come to the rescue is very small. But if we don't do it, there is no hope at all. "

"You, what do you call me?"

Yue Zitong's eyebrows trembled a few times.

Chen Dali repeated, "Madame."

Yue Zi sighed in her childlike innocence.

In fact, she really wants to scold this bumpkin. Now she's in trouble. She knows I'm the boss. When she took people to make trouble in our company, why didn't she think I was your boss?

Your sister, is it a great honor to be your landlady?

Do you know that the landlady was killed by your dead boss?

These questions contain great grievances. No matter how irrational Yue Zitong is, he will not vent his anger on Chen Dali. He will be silent for a moment again: "OK, I'll have a try."

"Thank you, Madame."

Just like unloading the heavy load, Chen Dali was relieved.

Although brother Dali's face is thick, it's not all shameless. Only when he takes the wrong medicine can he take the initiative to hit the nail and get the cold shoulder.

Now that he has given the landlady all the good opportunities to meet with difficulties and be blinded, can he not feel relaxed all over?

All relaxed, a strong sense of urine hit, quickly open the door to get off, just about to walk down the drain, you see Lao Wang sitting below, hands holding a mobile phone, shoulder a strong shake, mouth also issued a whimper, as if running unrestrained, as soon as death.

"Cao, Lao Wang, what's the matter with you?"

Startled Chen Dali, he ran down in a hurry: "there is a snake in the grass, biting your bird's head?"

Lao Wang raised his face full of tears, looked at Chen Dali's smirk and didn't speak.

Chen Dali is more hairy. He squats down in a hurry, grabs his shoulder with both hands, shakes it hard, and asks aloud what's wrong.

"I, I! I got through, boss

Lao Wang seemed to use all his strength to squeeze this sentence out of his teeth.

"What?"

Chen Dali's eyes almost burst out.

"I got through to the boss, I got through to the boss, I got through to the old --"

Lao Wang's vocal cords suddenly didn't work. Like an assembly line, this sentence repeated one after another.

Chen Dali raised his hand decisively and slapped Lao Wang's mouth with blood.

Lao Wang was awakened, his eyes finally returned to normal, but he put his hand around Chen Dali, gave him a kiss on the face, and yelled: "the boss is coming back!"

"Tell the truth?"

"I lied to you for being a grandson!"

"Lie to me, dead wife!"

"Your sister is dead."

"Lying trough, really? Ha ha

Chen Dali finally determined that Lao Wang was not crazy. He laughed and hugged Lao Wang. He pursed his mouth and went to kiss the old chrysanthemum face.

"Mom, look down here."

A white car passed by the side of the road. A little girl in the back seat was looking out of the window. When she saw two big men in the gutter holding crazy parents, she immediately asked her mother what they were doing.

"Baby, don't look. They are, they are crazy. "

The young woman in the car, looking down, sped up her speed. In her heart, she scolded the two men for being too shameless and daring to come in broad daylight. It was a good image of a polluted Castle Peak civilized city.

Young women take their children to the Castle Peak stadium to participate in the rehearsal of the big star show.

The child is very lucky to be chosen as a little dancer of a big star, which is the biggest dream of a young woman in her childhood.

Thinking of meeting Zhan Fei very soon, the young woman was disgusted by the two big men, and she got a little better.

When the red light turned green when the car drove to the intersection, she couldn't help taking out her mobile phone, hesitated and dialed the phone that could affect the child.

"Hello, Miss Fang."

Just came to the gym dressing room to sit down, ready to make up the exhibition star God, looked at the caller ID, picked up the phone.

At her singing party, there is a program that needs little actors to dance with.

A month in advance, her team recruited nine dancers in Castle Peak. Chen Tian, who has been practicing dance since she was four years old, was not only selected, but also selected as the leader by Princess Zhan.

"Mr. Zhan, we are on our way to the gym. I'll call you and ask if we can go to your rehearsal room after we say Chen Tian's name

Chen Tian's mother is a primary school teacher. She is usually known for her strictness in front of her students. However, when she talks with Zhan Fei, she is very excited. She does not dare to call her miss. She simply respects her as a teacher.

"Yes."

Zhan Fei also said that she attached great importance to the lead dancer, nodded and said, "if any staff stop you, you can call me again. Ha ha, you're welcome. Goodbye. "

After watching her call, the agent Wang Jie, who came in with her, quickly took over the mobile phone, winked at the makeup artist and signaled to hurry to work.

Because it's a rehearsal, there's no need to be too careful. Just make up.

As soon as the makeup artist came to the back of Zhan Fei, sister Wang's mobile phone rang again. It was a strange number.

There are always some boring people who don't earn money to buy concert tickets when they are full, but they just call their idols to harass them. Every day, sister Wang has to meet more than ten or even hundreds of them, which is annoying.

But fans are the parents of stars. No matter how annoying she is, she doesn't dare to neglect them. She won't turn off the phone that many fans know. She only has a programmed attitude to thank them for their support, or decline some of their strange requests.

"Hello, who's calling, please?"

It's easy for sister Wang to answer this kind of phone call. If you only rely on her voice, you can't imagine her impatience. You think she's very attentive.

"Is this Zhan Fei's mobile phone number?"

A man's voice, which sounded lazy, asked over there.

Listening to his casual tone, sister Wang frowned: "yes, this is Zhan Fei's mobile phone. You -- "

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by the man: "you give her the phone. I have something to say to her."

Oh, who is this?

Dare to speak to me in a condescending tone.

Do you think we can spare you enough time to listen to you?

Sister Wang sneered in her heart, but she still maintained her professional quality: "ha ha, this gentleman, I'm sorry. Zhan Fei is working. It's not convenient to answer the phone. I'm her agent. You can talk to me if you have anything. Later, I'll help you convey it to her. "

"I can't tell you."

The man over there was a little impatient: "give her your cell phone. You tell her that Li Nanfang is looking for her. "

"You, you say, who are you?"

Sister Wang suddenly felt that the name Li Nanfang seemed familiar.

"Li Nanfang. Muzi Li, the wild goose flying in the north, Li in the south. "

Li Nanfang was more impatient: "please hurry up. The plane is about to take off. I have no time to talk to you. "

"Li Nanfang? Ha, you are Li Nanfang! "

Sister Wang finally remembered where Li Nanfang was sacred.

This is the stone in the pit, the fighting race among the hooligans.

At the beginning, it was he who lied that she was Zhan Fei's concubine powder and sold her scalper tickets. As a result, Zhan Fei's tour failed. He even stole 100000 yuan outside the railway station and forced to kiss the goddess in the eyes of thousands of fans.

If sister Wang can kill people in the air, Li Nanfang has died thousands of times.

Shameless, I haven't made trouble for him yet. Now I'm calling him on my own initiative. I'm not ashamed to say anything. I have something to say to Zhan Fei.

How unreasonable.

Sister Wang now deeply doubts how he grew up.

"Why, you seem surprised to hear my name. It seems that last night, no man with it? "

A hooligan is a hooligan. Even a 40 year old middle-aged woman like sister Wang dares to flirt with her over the phone. She has no class.

"Li Nanfang, get out of here!"

No matter how high the professionalism of sister Wang is, she can't stand this guy. Regardless of her own image, she screams at her mobile phone. Just as she is about to end the call, a small hand reaches over and takes the mobile phone away.

It's Zhan Fei.

"Sister Wang, Xiaoqin, you two go out first."

Zhan Fei, who has been wiped by Xiaoqin, a makeup artist, with a wet towel on her face, has a complicated look in her eyes. On the surface, she asks sister Wang to go out first.

Sister Wang was puzzled and said, "Princess Zhan, why do you want to talk to that stream?"

Coldly, exhibition imperial concubine interrupted her words: "elder sister Wang, I let you go out temporarily, didn't you hear?"

After seeing the trend of Zhan Fei's vitality, sister Wang moved her mouth. She didn't dare to say anything more, so she had to go out of the dressing room with Xiaoqin.

Wang Jie, who has been up and down in the performing arts circle for many years, has a very sophisticated ability to observe words and colors. When she came out, she realized that the relationship between Zhan Fei and Li Nanfang was quite unusual. She was surprised.

How strange she was, Zhan Fei didn't care. After they went out, she covered the microphone with her hands and said softly, "what can I do for you?"

That nightmarish night, Li Nanfang left a lifelong psychological shadow for Zhanxing God.

Big, big.

Big enough to talk to him over the phone, his voice would tremble.

Li Nanfang didn't talk nonsense either. He explained his intention directly.

"I know that it's too much to ask you to save the field for that stick. But there's nothing else I can do. Now you pack up and go to Yanzi Bay. Well, I'm on board again. That's it. "

Without waiting for Zhan Xingshen to say anything, Li Nanfang ended the call.

This tone is more straightforward than a man asking his wife to buy a box of cigarettes.