Although he is a practitioner, in this winter, he half-supported and half-hugged a woman who was close to drinking "fragments" downstairs, and then stuffed into the car in full view...... was stunned and made Deng Zheng sweat.

Holding back the discomfort, he threw his handbag into the back seat, and covered her coat over her, pressing it slightly under the corners of her clothes. Deng Zheng took a deep breath and quickly started the car.

There were not many people on this road, the road conditions were very good, and the car was quiet, but Phantom Ping had been sobbing softly.

Deng Zheng is already very annoying and drunk, especially women, not to mention a crying woman. After holding on for a while, he finally couldn't bear it anymore, "crunched", stopped the car towards the side of the road, glanced at the rearview mirror, and scolded: "Hey!

There is no echo. The sobbing remains.

Deng Zheng turned around angrily and found Phantom Ping curled up in the back seat, her eyes closed, as if she was asleep. The light of the street lamp next to her sprinkled on her face through the car window, and two lines of crystal tears could be vaguely seen under the wet and trembling black eyelashes.

At this time, she completely lost the energetic, high-spirited and capable fierce woman demeanor when she worked on weekdays, like a wounded little animal, curled up alone in a dark corner, shivering, and silently licking her wounds.

This situation made the reprimand words on the lips impossible to say anymore.

It seems that after she mentioned that she went home for the Spring Festival, she began to drink violently, it should be a very painful story, so that a person who even Lin Xiaolu has to give a thumbs up and is willing to call her sister is fragile and sad like this!

Deng Zheng sighed silently, restarted the car, and was easy. Turn up the air conditioning in the car a little bit......

Phantom Ping cried for a while and slowly fell asleep. Deng Zheng relaxed his mind. Alone enjoying the serenity of a winter night.

Nothing to say all the way. The car is parked in the underground garage.

Deng Zheng opened the backseat door and tried to wake her up. But it didn't work. After thinking about it, he took out the phone and prepared to see if there were any female staff members on it at this time. One is to help, and the other is to avoid suspicion.

However, at this time, Phantom Ping suddenly began to shout: "...... always likes to be a murderer with a straight face, as if others owe you twenty-five or eighty-thousand. Don't think I'm a bully...... If it weren't for the fact that this job is interesting, and there can be all kinds of different challenges and attempts, my mother would have started cutting you a long time ago. Great writers are amazing. It's amazing to be talented, it's amazing to pay me a salary, I'm a personal assistant, and I don't owe you, why do you always look stinky and point to the country...... You undercut black-faced god!"

Black...... Black-faced God?!

Deng Zheng shook his head violently, looked at Huanping who continued to whisper in disbelief, as if there was something in his heart that he had forgotten for a long time, and he jumped up with a bang-

Black-faced God. This is the best hair Xiao Zhang Yan in his previous life, the nickname he gave him, and teased him for liking to pretend to be mature and pretend to be 13!

These three words, the nickname of this joking. How many years have I not heard anyone shout!

On the weekends of high school, we went to work part-time together, but we couldn't find a place. Just wander around. It's raining, the city is so big. Bustling shopping malls and squares, high-rise buildings are resplendent with gold. The two braved the rain together, silent to each other. Cars come and go, stirring up the rain and splashing it on their bodies.

When I just graduated from university, I didn't want to go home to take the civil service exam, and I didn't find a job, so the two rented a house together to live near the school. On the night of the Chinese New Year's Eve, Zhang Yan sat next to him, sucking and eating instant noodles, and when the clock rang at zero o'clock, he sent a "Happy New Year" on QQ, and Deng Zheng also replied with a "Happy New Year". There was no snow that winter, but there were a lot of fucking leaves......

The dusty picture surged up, and Deng Zheng stood in a daze, I don't know how long, until Phantom Ping "Ha Qiu" sneezed and muttered "black-faced god...... Why is it so cold", and then came back to his senses.

Decisively put away the mobile phone, stretched out his hand, picked up Phantom Ping, who couldn't open his eyes but was still chirping in his mouth, and went up to the fourth floor through the special elevator.

The small suite where Phantom Ping lives now was originally prepared by Xu Tao for Deng Zheng during the renovation, and it was divided into the same area as his office. The soft and hard decoration of the interior is in place, and the security and privacy can also be guaranteed.

Deng Zheng bought an apartment nearby, this has been useless, after Phantom Ping joined the company, he saw that it was an old acquaintance and a girl's family, so he specially approved her to live. Phantom Ping didn't know what concerns she had at first, so she didn't agree until recently.

He took the key in her bag and opened the door, helped her in, and took care of her in bed.

The trash can is covered with a plastic bag and placed on the ground next to the head. The indoor temperature and humidity are well adjusted. After groaning, she squatted down, took off her boots, and stopped for a moment on the festive little red cotton socks, and then did not do much more, and covered her with the quilt.

After doing this, he was about to get up and leave, but his right arm was suddenly hugged by Phantom Ping, he raised his eyebrows, and subconsciously wanted to break free, but Phantom Ping said "black-faced god...... The old lady hugged her thighs for the first time, and she was always fierce, and she was ...... "defeated."

The black lines on Deng Zheng's forehead were swirling for a while, but he didn't break free anymore and sat down next to the edge of the bed.

Phantom Ping chattered and threw away all kinds of unhappiness and depression in the past few months of work, in short, he was bullied by the "black-faced god" all kinds of unscrupulous, and then he went farther and farther, and all the things about the old rotten grain began to be said.

Deng Zheng listened intermittently, and more often than not, he was outside the gods, silently digesting the impact of her "black-faced god" on the left and right. I know that the correlation is zero, but for some reason, it still feels like I'm getting closer all of a sudden.

Phantom Ping chattered for about half an hour before she let go of her arm and fell into a deep sleep.

Deng Zheng let out a long breath, rubbed his sore arm, and got up. When I got to the door, I turned back again.

took a large glass of boiled water and rested it on the low table at the head of her bed.

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"That...... Thank you for sending me back last night. I'm causing you trouble, aren't you?" the next morning, Phantom Ping was in various distractions, suffering from gains and losses, and finally found an opportunity to be alone near noon.

"No hassle. It's dead and sinking. Deng Zheng was amused in his heart, but his face was light and light, and he didn't raise his head and continued to browse the documents.

Phantom Ping's blood instantly turned into her face, and she almost exploded, thanks to the fact that she still remembered the main purpose of this negotiation, and said with humiliation: "Then I, did I say anything strange?"

"Well, that's a lot. It's all weird. ”

"A lot?!" Phantom Ping's intestines were about to turn green in an instant, how many years had it been since she was drunk last time, why did she drink it again. This is good, the problem of his own wine is ruthlessly exposed, and with the last trace of luck, he asked, "For example?"

"For example?"

Deng Zheng slowly raised his head, looked at Phantom Ping, a face, and decisively kept it very dark: "You said, when you were preparing for the film school exam in your last year, you rented a house outside, and at that time, you were preparing for the war wholeheartedly, and you reported a lot of various high-priced sprint classes, and you had no source of income, so you could only save money." In the last half of the month, I only ate one meal a day, but later I still felt that it was expensive, so I changed it to the same meal every day, but the content was two packets of instant noodles. For a whole month, every day I felt so hungry that I wanted to cry. The most frustrating thing is that when I went to the exam, I saw an acquaintance, and her first sentence was, why are you eating fat again?!" (To be continued......)