National male god A exploded

Chapter 71 Feng Ran Didn't Say He Was Actually a Little Power Leveling
"You sit in front, I have something to ask you." Lu Hengsheng said to Feng Ran.

"Yes." Feng Ran got on the co-pilot without hesitation.

Two rivals in love, Yu Linhan and Shen Yun, sat in the back seat and stared at each other. Yu Linhan's aura was too strong, and Shen Yun was a little afraid of her, so he kept shrinking his neck and dared not speak.

Along the way, Feng Ran and Lu Hengsheng chatted a lot.

Lu Hengsheng asked: "How are you going to wash it off for me?"

Feng Ran replied: "Find the real culprit first."

"You have a clue?" Lu Hengsheng looked at Feng Ran in surprise.

"Well, a little bit." Feng Ran deliberately didn't talk too much.

"Well, anyway, if you need my cooperation, you can contact me at any time. My phone number is XXX."

"Wait a minute, I'll call your cell phone, and you also write down my number."

Watching Feng Ran take out his mobile phone to remember Lu Hengsheng's number, and then dial, Yu Linhan's pressure is even lower, it's not enough to seduce a woman, he also has to seduce an uncle, and exchange numbers, scumbag.

The sleeping pill given by Mr. Chen was a bit heavy, and Yu Linhan's eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he was very sleepy, so he had to keep himself awake and supervise Fengran, this scumbag all the time.

Seeing Yu Linhan's tired look through the rearview mirror, Feng Ran touched the softest part of his heart, "Young Master Han, go to sleep when you're sleepy, and I'll call you when you arrive."

"Not sleepy." Yu Lin said insincerely with a cold face.

Feng Ran knew that he was arrogant, since he said he wasn't sleepy, there must be a reason for him to insist on it, Feng Ran didn't bother to talk to him, and just played mobile games with his head down.

The music of the game played, and Lu Hengsheng asked with interest, "You play this game too?"

"Well, I'm bored to play." Feng Ran didn't say that he was actually a small power leveling agent, relying on this game to make money.

After severing ties with his family, Feng Ran's main source of income is nightclub wages and acting practice.

This era is ten years backward than the previous life. There is internet, but it is not as developed as in the previous life, and there are not as many ways to make money as in the previous life. not yet.

Working as a manager in a nightclub has a very high salary. Every time you introduce a lady to sit on the stage, you can get a commission. Fengran has a lot of ladies, and the monthly salary is supposed to be high, but it’s actually not high, because Fengran basically doesn’t squeeze girls very much. The commission is just for fun, and sometimes it is not drawn.

Some of the young lady's money is earned by selling meat, and some is earned by selling her stomach. She may not have earned much from a night of drinking, and she still has to be paid by nightclubs and managers. Feng Ran is not that short of money, so she can't bear to take it, but Yang Ning The high school tuition is not cheap, Feng Ran can only do a part-time job as a booster.

Before rebirth, Fengran disdained to take money from her family, but after rebirth, Fengran didn't want to take money from her family, she wanted to rely on herself.

"What rank are you?" Lu Hengsheng was obviously very interested in this game.

"Forgot." Feng Ran seldom played with his own account, but with the patron's account.

Fengran took this order yesterday, but he has not had time to call him. He wants to finish typing in the car and go back to sleep. Staying up late is too hard.

Feng Ran's pretty fingers clattered on the screen a few times, the match officially started and the hero was chosen.

The owner of this account seems to really not know how to play, and the heroes he bought are all rubbish auxiliary heroes. Feng Ran clicked on the inscription and looked at it, and his brows furrowed. There is no inscription. It seems that it is difficult to win a quick battle. Feng Ran still thought that the car could complete an order when he got home.

A WeChat message pops up, and the sponsor 250: Have you called?

Feng Ran clicked into WeChat, quickly tapped a few times with her fingers, and a string of text was sent: No inscription?

Feng Ran took the order and kept a small WeChat account, and the friends on it were all patrons.

The gold master 250 has an embarrassing expression: in the afternoon, I accidentally clicked the button to sell.

　Guess who the gold master 250 is~~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)