The Cannon Fodder is Prepared to Divorce

You don't need to buy a car to buy a car, especially when you have an attitude of "others have it, my wife should have it too", let alone buy it! After all, if you buy a car, you have to get insurance and hire a driver.

The place where I was filming outside is not fixed. I really bought a car. Is it possible to drive around in order to use the car?

Why do you have to drive yourself bumpy for several days after a few thousand kilometers plane? Is public transportation not fragrant?

In fact, under normal circumstances, an artist company that needs to travel on business is more reliable, and it will solve the problem of the car before the artist leaves.

It's a pity that Shen Mingbei's brokerage company is not very reliable. Shen Mingbei has long been used to it. Except for places outside the capital, he will directly wait for the partner to arrange. If the partner does not arrange, then take a taxi...

Well, in a very rustic way.

Although I don't know why Qu Lang suddenly mentioned buying a car, Shen Mingbei patted him on the shoulder and expressed rejection: "I often run around. It is not practical to buy a car by myself. Thank you for your concern."

After Shen Mingbei finished speaking, Qu Lang thoughtfully affirmed Shen Mingbei's answer.

"It is indeed inconvenient to buy a car..."

Thinking that Qu Lang understood what he meant, Shen Mingbei was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Qu Lang say: "You can buy it everywhere, so it's more convenient."

Shen Mingbei: "???"

When Shen Mingbei and Qu Lang finished the communication, the noise at the door of the hotel finally ended. Seeing the people at the door dispersed, Shen Mingbei wandered inside.

It was completely dark, and the lights in the star-rated hotels were brilliant.

As soon as Shen Mingbei stepped forward, he found that there were still a lot of people in the lobby, and one of them was choking with the lobby manager with a somewhat strong voice.

"Of course we, Nannan, want to live in the best presidential suite. Just free it for me soon!"

Huh?

Shen Mingbei took a curious look, and finally saw who the star was tossing about.

Standing behind the agent, Xiang Nansheng is tall and thin, with delicate features and beautiful features, and he is quite quiet. Like Qin Yi, he made his draft debut, but Xiang Nansheng's popularity has been completely different since his debut. Xiang Nansheng has four personal albums in the two years since his debut. Regardless of whether there is any moisture in sales, the data is over 10 million.

Shen Mingbei didn't know him well, so he took his gaze back and turned around and waited for the elevator. Qu Lang followed, swiping the elevator card naturally, Shen Mingbei looked at the numbers on the top floor, and reacted afterwards.

"This is the presidential suite I live in?" Shen Mingbei only came to do it during registration, but didn't go upstairs and didn't get the room card.

"Yes!" Hearing Shen Mingbei's questioning, Qu Lang nodded, as if to ask for credit, he added: "I paid some money and packed the other one, so that we only live on the top floor. Quiet~"

Qu Lang's face was written asking for praise.

Shen Mingbei: ...Why would the hotel be willing to do this kind of thing? All rooms in Mingming Hotel are arranged, how did Qu Lang manage it?

As if seeing Shen Mingbei’s doubts, Qu Lang said, “The other is a female artist. She accepted my check and agreed.”

Well, the explanation is reasonable, this is the money ability.

Although the cash flow ability is great, Shen Mingbei inexplicably feels that this is not a good thing when thinking of Xiang Nansheng's agent downstairs. Seeing Qu Lang completely unaware of the problem, Shen Mingbei didn't know what to say for a while.

Shen Mingbei turned over his phone and planned to search for information on "Xiang Nansheng" on Weibo. Before searching, he found that there were already two hot searches.

#向南晟进组photo exposure#

#灿烂时光向南笙#

Click in and take a look. It is the photo that was taken at the entrance of the hotel just now, the title of the show that will be filmed in "Bright Time".

There are a lot of comments and comments from fans, and most of them are thanking Director Lin for giving Xiang Nansheng the opportunity, and then looking forward to the future for Xiang Nansheng. The singer cross-border actor, wanting to win the award in one fell swoop.

The effective information was lacklustre, so Shen Mingbei went to Nan Sheng's homepage again to see what he usually posted. At this time the elevator opened, and Qu Lang saw that Shen Mingbei was still staring at the phone, and quickly reached out: "Mingbei, I'll be holding you~"

It was said that it was holding hands, but in fact, Qu Lang just pulled Shen Mingbei's elbow. This action is close to each other, but Qu Lang's role is similar to that of a guide dog.

Shen Ming walked north and watched. Xiang Nansheng's Weibo homepage contained no other content besides selfies and advertisements.

Just, a very ordinary brokerage company operates an account.

Shen Mingbei was not interested in this person, and was about to cross out the page. As a result, his hand slipped and he liked a certain advertisement of Xiang Nansheng.

Shen Mingbei:...

Before Shen Mingbei thought about whether to cancel this like, Shen Mingbei's fan comments already appeared under this ad.

[Let me see what Ms. Shen likes? ]

[Is it a joint meal? ]

[Daughter says things are very useful and has already bought a house. ]

Seeing this kind of comment, Shen Mingbei hurriedly canceled the like, returned to the room he was staying in with lingering fear, and turned on the TV pretending to be calm. The weather forecast is being broadcasted above, pretending to be back to watch TV.

Qu Lang didn't look at the phone and didn't know what happened. He handed the barbecue to Xiao Zhang, and asked Xiao Zhang particularly sincerely: "Is the room cleaned up?"

Xiao Zhang nodded: "It's been packed long ago, and it's too slow for you to come back!"

"Didn't this bring you a barbecue."

After Qu Lang finished speaking, he crazed Xiao Zhang with his eyes

Now that you have cleaned up, and the barbecue is brought to you, it's better to go, the presidential suite next door is waiting for you.

Xiao Zhang didn't mean to go to Qu Lang. He put the barbecue in the microwave, poured two more glasses of juice, and sat happily next to Shen Mingbei: "Brother Shen, I will watch TV with you! I want to watch a ghost movie!"

"Okay, what do you want to see?"

The two people nestled on the sofa and began to play with the remote control.

In the presidential suites of star-rated hotels, TV sets have on-demand functions. After a little research, Shen Mingbei selected a few films.

Dimming the room lights, the TV has already begun to flash. The mode of getting along with these two people, who was left alone, made Qu Lang who was excluded suddenly a little unhappy.

He leaned forward and was about to strike up a conversation, when suddenly the door of the suite was knocked on.

Shen Mingbei glanced suspiciously, Qu Lang opened the door with very eye-catching errands, and a crowd of people stood outside the door.

The one in the lead was the agent who had just quarreled with the lobby manager downstairs. He was full of momentum, but when he saw the tall and magnificent Qu Lang who opened the door, he was a little embarrassed. Originally aggressive, what I wanted to say suddenly got stuck. The agent can only slander in his heart, and the one who wears sunglasses in the house at night, who is pretending to see it!

Counseling, the aura cannot be defeated at this time, the agent looked at the lobby manager and motioned to him to say quickly.

The lobby manager pretended not to see it. Anyway, these people's rude requests could not be said by themselves. The lobby manager quickly moved his gaze to the side.

Qu Lang probably guessed what they were going to do. He turned his head and said "It's okay." He closed the door and stood outside, looking at the agent with his arms folded.

Even after a layer of sunglasses, you can feel the coldness and alienation of Qu Lang's body, and the aura of the superior makes the agent a little uncomfortable.

Qu Lang raised his hand to reveal his millionaire, and said to his agent: "What's the matter, I'll give you two minutes, say?"

Seeing that the agent had a good mood and was about to speak, Qu Lang suddenly added: "Be quiet, don't make noise inside."

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