Chapter Sixty-Eight: Bragging?

Driving the Mercedes-Benz big G, Zhang Hang drove Meng Ruoyu, who was dancing excitedly, straight to Hunhe Stadium.

"Which star is this Chen Chuxin, why haven't you heard of her much?" Zhang Hang asked curiously, even Meng Ruoyu wants to go to the concert star, it should be quite popular, but this Chen Chuxin's exposure rate is not very high.

"Hmph, you know Reba, baby, these first-line Hua Dan, have no connotation at all. Meng Ruoyu said disdainfully.

"Chen Chuxin is a child star debut, and she has been in the entertainment industry for more than 20 years, don't look at her now she is only a second- or third-tier star, but her strength should not be underestimated, singing and dancing are much more powerful than those traffic flowers now, and I have many of her classic songs in my mobile phone. Meng Ruoyu explained to Zhang Hang.

"If he is as powerful as you say, why is he not popular?" Zhang Hang asked rhetorically.

"Alas, in the entertainment industry in China, where there is strength, it can become popular. ”

"I heard my brother say that she was unwilling to accept the QGZ of a certain entertainment industry boss before, and she was hidden in the snow for six years, and it was not until the expiration of the contract in the last two years that she appeared on the stage again. Meng Ruoyu shook her head regretfully, feeling unfair for her idol.

"Hey, is this female star good-looking?" Zhang Hang asked with interest.

"Of course it's pretty...... Hey, what are you asking for?" Meng Ruoyu looked at Zhang Hang with vigilant eyes.

"I'll just ask, and even if I have other thoughts, people are stars, can they take a fancy to me. Zhang Hang hurriedly argued.

"Hmph, that's right, who is blind......" Meng Ruoyu stopped halfway through speaking, her eyes wandered and looked ahead, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Cut, there were more people chasing my brother back then, and the threshold was broken, if I wasn't honest and steady, the children would have given birth to a kang. Zhang Hang pursed his lips and said.

This is not Zhang Hang's bragging, thinking that when he "experienced life" and became the "Eight Bucket Writer" Zhang Wentai, how many young ladies from large families were looking for death and life for themselves, and throwing the waste paper to the door of the mansion would cause a commotion.

There are countless young girls who throw sachets, purses and some personal things into the house along the root of the wall every day, if it weren't for Zhang Hang's amazing concentration and sleeping one by one, even Zhang Hang's perverted physique would have been exhausted to death.

"Just blow it!" Meng Ruoyu turned her head angrily.

"Oh, by the way, just now my brother sent me a WeChat message saying that Lan Ling's matter has been done. Lowering her head and playing with her mobile phone, Meng Ruoyu suddenly remembered this incident and said to Zhang Hang.

"Ah, it's still a little efficient, hey, where did Huazi go, no one was at home all day today, and he didn't even come when you asked him to come to the concert, it's not like his character. Zhang Hang nodded with satisfaction, and then asked with some confusion.

This Young Master Meng didn't know where he went, he didn't see him for a day, and he didn't even come to Meng Ruoyu to ask him to watch a concert, which was not like Meng Qinghua's style.

"Can you not call me 'hey', I have a name. Meng Ruoyu listened to Zhang Hang's "hey", rolled her eyes and said.

"Who knows what my brother was doing, but it was quiet, not like a bar or something. Meng Ruoyu didn't know what kind of style his brother smoked.

"It's like a breeze blowing through my heart~"

Meng Ruoyu's mobile phone rang, no need to guess, this ringtone must be that Chen Chuxin's song.

"Hey, Sister Zhilin, are you off work?" Meng Ruoyu picked up the phone and said with a smile.

"Are you coming? great!"

"Oh, don't talk nonsense, I hate it~ Zhang Hang and I are waiting for you at the door. I don't know what Wang Zhilin on the other end of the phone said, Meng Ruoyu blushed and hung up the phone in a hurry.

"Hey...... Ruoyu, Wang Zhilin?" Looking at Meng Ruoyu's unkind gaze, Zhang Hang hurriedly changed his words.

"Well, it's Sister Zhilin, she is also a fan of Chen Chuxin, let's wait for her at the stadium gate for a while. Hearing that Zhang Hang finally called his name, Meng Ruoyu replied with satisfaction.

"In that case, I'll have to call someone. Zhang Hangbei said with a smile, this kind of love song concert is the most suitable for men and women to communicate their feelings.

"You're talking about my brother, right?" Meng Ruoyu said.

"Hmm, how do you know?" asked Zhang Hang strangely.

"That's my brother, I don't know his little Jiujiu? Just look at his attitude every time he sees Sister Zhilin. Meng Ruoyu said.

"Then why don't you help your brother?" Approaching the stadium, the road was getting more and more congested, Zhang Hang asked a little more seriously as he drove the car.

"Alas, Sister Zhilin was born in a scholarly family, her father is the vice president of the Provincial Literature Association, and her mother is a famous writer. Meng Ruoyu sighed and explained.

Meng Qinghua likes Wang Zhilin, Meng Ruoyu has already seen it, but Wang Zhilin's family background is cultivated, Meng Qinghua's virtue, how to persuade her?

Although the Wang family is not as wealthy as the Meng family, this kind of scholarly family is the most "like dung", you can't just have money, you have to be cultivated and talkative.

Meng Qinghua has grown so big, he can spit alone, where does he come from? The Wang family is exported, and Meng Qinghua is exported into dirty, which is not the same thing at all.

"I think they are a good match, no, I have to send a WeChat message to Huazi. Zhang Hang thought about it, and still sent a WeChat message to Meng Qinghua.

"Wang Zhilin has come to see the concert, come quickly. ”

Within five minutes, Meng Qinghua's WeChat replied, with only three words.

"On the way. ”