Chapter 706

The cell phone on the bedside table at this time Ding Ding Ding ring.

Shan Leng is not energetic, but his mobile phone rings too happily. He is tired of hearing it. After all, he grabs it and wants to mute it.

Shan Leng thought it was the people in the group who were talking, so he kept ringing.

It turned out that Zhuang fan sent him a wechat.

There were seven or eight of them.

Shan Leng frowned and unlocked the pop-up window. The screen immediately became complete, and all the wechat content sent by Zhuang fan was also revealed.

A fool surnamed Zhuang: Qin Xu says you are not comfortable?

Zhuang's fool: Qin Xu called the doctor. He is in Lei GE's room. Would you like to have a look?

Zhuang's fool: Leige said that you were singled out by Mr. Liang?

Zhuang's fool: Mr. Liang is very fierce, but she teaches you to love you. After learning with her for a long time, you will really make a lot of progress. You should cherish it.

Zhuang fool: but sometimes it's normal that we can't bear it. At that time, we couldn't bear it. The whole crew was afraid to see her.

Zhuang fool: are you sleeping?

Zhuang fool: then I won't disturb you.

Zhuang fool: good night.

Wechat is over here, and Zhuang fan also sends a sleeping cute pet expression bag at the end.

Shan Leng sneered and threw the mobile phone aside with contempt.

He needs Zhuang fan to comfort him?

Who does he think he is?

Just then, the mobile phone rang again.

Shan Leng looks around.

Zhuang fool: you didn't sleep?

Shan Leng noticed that when he lost his mobile phone, he ran into a dialog box. The keyboard popped up below, and he accidentally pressed out a letter.

Although the letter has not been sent out, if Zhuang fan has been holding the mobile phone, he will see that "the other party is typing...".

Shan Leng is a little annoyed, delete the letter, press return, do not intend to return to him.

In fact, he wanted to make Zhuang fan black, but he wanted to peek at the occasional embarrassment in Zhuang fan's circle of friends, so he resisted.

Fool surnamed Zhuang: actually, there is a way to relieve your pain, that is

Shan Leng inadvertently glances at this sentence. First, he is stunned. Then he immediately grabs his mobile phone, uses wechat phone directly, and makes a call to Zhuang fan.

It took a while for the other end of the phone to be picked up.

Zhuang fan's voice showed a little cautious: "lonely?"

With a cold voice, he asked directly, "what can I do?"

Zhuang fan was silent for a moment, then said: "connect the audience outside the venue for help."

“？” Shan Leng frowned: "speak to others!"

Zhuang fan was quiet for a while and then said weakly, "don't tell anyone else. I said it. Teacher Liang knows that he will kill me..."

"Yes." Shan Leng impatiently should a, and urge: "what method?"

Zhuang Fan said, "it is..."

It's midnight.

Night falls, all sounds are quiet, but the Internet is still bright.

What's the difference between twelve o'clock and seven or eight o'clock in the evening for Internet addicted teenagers who like to surf the Internet?

Play games, brush micro blog, catch up with drama, we play with enthusiasm, tirelessly.

And at this time of vitality for some people, the latest superstar, who often won't post a micro blog for a week or two, is top traffic. Shan Leng has released a microblog with only four words and an Aite.

Shan Leng V: @ Bo Xiushen, Shiniang, help [kneeling and crying].

A group of Shan Leng fan girls who exclaim that "staying up late at night is sure to have benefits". After closing their eyes, forwarding comments and praising three times, someone finally saw the content of the microblog, and then they slowly made a

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What's wrong with my brother? Do you know Mr. Bo?

What's the meaning of Shi Niang?

Blink when your brother is kidnapped.

Isn't my brother taking part in the variety show recording now, capital TV's "the future of actors"?

Shan Leng's Micro blog was just released soon after, in the "three groups invincible" group, the screenshot of Tang poetry was sent.

Tang Poetry: [with pictures], @ Shan Leng, brother, are you serious?

Shan Leng replied with a mobile phone: help yourself.

Others ran down.

Then there is a series of ellipsis.

Obviously, everyone thought that it was a little silly.

Then, a minute later, another screenshot of Tang poetry came.

The content of the screenshot is: brother Shoucong: @ Bo Xiushen, Shiniang, help [kneel] / / Shan Leng: @ Bo Xiushen, Shiniang, help [kneel and cry].

Tang Poetry: @ Lei Cong, [expressionless].

Lei Cong weak reply: is really self-help, happy can not go on.

——Liang qiange happened to see Zhuang fan when he went downstairs to have breakfast the next morning.

Zhuang fan stealthily stood by the buffet breakfast machine and sandwiched bread. Liang qiange took the plate and patted him on the shoulder. He asked with a smile, "what are you doing?"

Zhuang fan was surprised, turned his head and looked at her quickly, then his face was full of panic.

Liang qiange was shocked: "what is your expression? Do you hate me so much? "

Zhuang fan was so scared that he took the plate and stepped back. His eyes were still spinning and he said in a panic: "no No No, but Mr. Liang, we cross group No, it's not easy to communicate I'll go first. "

, he said, grabbing two loaves of bread, hurriedly running into the lift, and blinking his shadow.

Liang qiange frowned and didn't know what was wrong with him. However, he thought that Zhuang fan was with tutor Xue, who didn't like her. If people saw her talking to Zhuang fan, Zhuang fan might be criticized by tutor Xue when he turned back and said nothing.

Liang qiange had breakfast in the dining room. During this period, some students from other groups came down to see her and called "teacher Liang" respectfully. Liang qiange also laughed at them.

But I don't know if it's an illusion. Liang qiange always thinks that after these students leave, they still secretly look back at her and even talk quietly.

Is there anything on her face?

Liang qiange touched his face, nothing.

At this time, the elevator door in the corridor opened again. It was Shan Leng and Lei Cong coming down.

Liang qiange saw them, waved and said, "there is a position here."

Shan Leng and Lei Cong originally registered breakfast cards with the waiter. When they heard Liang qiange's voice, they raised their heads at the same time. Then the next second, they grabbed their breakfast cards back and ran into the elevator as if they were dead. They also pressed the "close the door button" while pressing, while looking at the direction of Liang qiange in panic, as if afraid of her coming.

Liang qiange:

Today, one by two, what's wrong?

Liang qiange had breakfast and planned to go to the factory shed.

The program group arranged a separate car for the tutor instead of the bus with the students.

When Liang qiange was waiting for the bus at the door, she took out the script and read it. Yesterday she adjusted the script a lot. She thought that she would shoot soon. She took a deep breath and looked at the bright sunshine in the sky.

It should be better to make horror films in broad daylight.

Just thinking, at this time, a black car stopped in front of her. She thought it was the car of the crew. She bent down and was about to open the door to sit in, but suddenly found the car model was wrong.

It's too deep!

After a pause, she suddenly bent down and looked into the back seat of the car through the window.

The window then fell, and no accident, she saw the black Rolls Royce gust sitting in a calm, cool, familiar man.

Liang qiange "..."

"What are you doing?"

After asking, Liang qiange turned away and looked at the co driver's seat. She was sitting there, holding the machine, shooting at her.

Liang qiange:

Bo Xiushen reached out and opened the door. Looking at the woman outside, he showed a trace of helplessness and said faintly, "get on first."