As soon as he opened the door of the lounge, Qu Wenfeng threw his backpack on the sofa, and he was really exhausted from dancing like he was dying, and as soon as his head fell, drowsiness came to him, and he slowly closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info On the other side, in the parking lot, Tian Yue sat alone in the car, playing with the black USB flash drive in his hand, "Qu Wenfeng, what kind of person are you。。。。。。 He muttered, started the car, and headed for his house.

In the morning, Ling Jue drove to Company K, and when he went to the parking lot to park, he found that Qu Wenfeng's car was also here, he was puzzled, he didn't think much about it, and after parking the car, he took the elevator to the company building. Ling Jue walked quickly to the lounge, as soon as he opened the door, he saw Qu Wenfeng lying on the sofa, Ling Jue had an expression of "sure enough", he came to the sofa next to Qu Wenfeng and sat down, and pinched Qu Wenfeng's face maliciously with his hand, Qu Wenfeng, who was pinched and hurt, woke up reluctantly, and slapped away the paw that abused his face with his hand, "Who, in the middle of the night。。。。。。 "It's already half past eight in the morning, my young master Maple tattoo. Ling Jue looked like a housekeeper and bent down to look at the sleepy-eyed Qu Wenfeng, and stretched out his watch in front of him to indicate that it was already morning. Qu Wenfeng took a deep breath, rubbed his eyes, and went into the bathroom to wash. Ling Jue shook his head helplessly, got up and went to the pantry to brew two cups of coffee, took out the sandwich he bought this morning and put it on the tray, returned to the sofa, picked up the morning newspaper published this morning and read it.

"How are you doing lately, is it okay to go back to acting work?" Ling Jue asked, but his eyes did not leave the newspaper, Qu Wenfeng wiped his face with a towel, walked to the sofa and sat down, picked up the coffee and took a sip and replied, "Not good", oh, Ling Jue muttered and paused, "Anyway, that little guy is not bad, right?" Qu Wenfeng ignored his reaction, picked up the sandwich on the plate and ate it himself, just responded lightly, "Well, it's not bad." "Not bad, he's a hot supermodel now, he's also highly accomplished in dancing, and he's won awards in many international competitions, so he's a great figure to have such an achievement at a young age!" Qu Wenfeng just listened, still eating the food in his hand silently with a casual look. Ling Jue obviously protested against Qu Wenfeng's attitude of not caring about himself, but Ling Jue was more concerned about whether Qu Wenfeng had stepped out of that shadow, "Take your time, everything will pass." Ling Jue patted Qu Wenfeng's shoulder and comforted, Qu Wenfeng looked at this man who was his agent, but also a close friend, pursed his lips, held the hand on his shoulder, sighed, and said, "Yes, everything will pass."