In the dense crowd, Wu Zairong pushed his sunglasses upwards to make them closer to the root of his nose for a better concealment effect.

It's just that in such a dark environment, the price of wearing sunglasses like this is a complete loss of vision, and you can't see everything around you clearly. In this case, it is inevitable to stumble and walk.

If it weren't for the new style of glasses and the fact that he didn't have any guide sticks in his hands, the people around him would even think that he was blind.

"Is it Mr. Wu?" Wu Jaeyoung raised his glasses so that he could see people clearly. A man in a suit and leather shoes should be a waiter, said respectfully.

"Yes."

"Please come with me, Mr. Quan Zifeng Quan is waiting for you inside."

Quan Zifeng, his former MV director, is now very close to his relatives, because he can talk.

"Please, lead the way." Wu Zairong followed the waiter, moving quickly.

After walking for about five or six minutes, Wu Zairong finally saw his destination.

It is a private room, a very beautiful private room. When, nightclubs, also made such a visual effect. "Is it here?" Wu Jaeyoung pointed to the door in front of him.

"Yes." The waiter who completed the task, saluted professionally, turned and left. Wu Jaeyoung originally wanted to give a tip, but he walked too fast.

I knocked on the door, but it didn't close, so it opened as soon as I knocked. Since the door had been opened, Wu Zairong walked in directly.

"Jaeyoung is here."

"Brother, it looks like I'm late?" Wu Jaeyoung sat on the sofa. "I arrived later than you."

I've known each other for so long, except for shooting punctuality, Quan Zifeng doesn't seem to care about anything else.

No matter what the two agreed to do together, Quan Zifeng was the one who was late and late.

The most outrageous one, I originally said that I would work out in the gym at three o'clock in the afternoon, but at that time, Park Zifeng still swore an oath.

As a result, after waiting for half past six, Wu Zairong finished his workout, and after returning home, he was late. It's not that Wu Jaerong didn't wait for him, but it was too late. This is probably a pigeon released for no reason.

"Your brother can't be early, can he?" Quan Zifeng knew what Wu Zairong wanted to complain about, "Okay, take off your sunglasses and take that thing with you, what can you see now?" ”

Needless to say, Wu Zairong also has this kind of plan, the all-black world is too uncomfortable, and his eyes are very tired. Take off your sunglasses and the splendor of the world is back.

"The next time I come to this kind of place, I don't need to bring sunglasses, the lighting is complicated. As long as you put on a little thicker, no one will recognize you. Listening to Quan Zifeng's tone, he was completely familiar with this kind of place.

"Half a year ago, your face shaping service was launched in a plastic surgery hospital. Calculate the time, the first batch of products should have left the factory, and there should be more faces like you. Next time, you might not even have to pretend to be on the street, let alone come here. ”

Although it is a fallacy, I don't know why it is so convincing.

The reason why Wu Zairong has to put a lot of effort into cross-dressing is because of his highly recognizable appearance. Because it is natural and has no plastic surgery, compared with other artists who come out of plastic surgery factories, some of Wu Zairong's facial features are quite unique. If it is really like what Quan Zifeng said, it is completely good news for Wu Zairong.

However, "Brother, how did you know that the plastic surgery salon launched my face shape?" ”

According to the time, since the first batch of plastic surgeons has not yet come out, and the plastic surgery hospital has not been made public, shouldn't this be a secret?

Quan Zifeng got a cocktail with a strange color in his quilt, and then gave Wu Jaerong a glass of juice with the same strange color. "Ahem, aren't I taking care of part of the family business right now? You know, there are several cosmetic salons among them. ”

Wu Zairong twitched. Well, it's my own abuse. There are still several plastic surgery hospitals, and Wu Zairong still remembers that he used one of them. Well, part of the family business has to be counted. Local tyrants, this is the real local tyrants.

"Brother, you are completely the third generation of chaebol!" It's also a good thing to be reincarnated.

Quan Zifeng drank the wine in the cup, "It's not the third generation of chaebols." ”

Isn't that the level of a chaebol?

"I am the fourth generation of chaebols." Well, cough, cough, cough, Wu Jaerong, who was drinking juice, was choked. "Since my great-grandfather's time, my family has been very rich, and my grandfather is just thanks to his ancestors." Quan Zifeng picked up the wine glass with great interest and looked at Wu Zairong coughing.

"Then the fourth generation of the chaebol nim is also back to the nightclub?" For the rich four generations, no, it is the life of the super rich four generations, and Wu Zairong has no imagination at all.

"Of course, we're going to have to play too. Otherwise, do you think," Quan Zifeng looked like a matter of course, "the fourth generation of chaebols should drive all kinds of sports car parties every day, and drive yachts around the world?" ”

"By the way, didn't it mean that there was no work from June to August, it was a holiday? Why didn't there be any movement, and I didn't see you much on the broadcast, it doesn't look like you have an agenda. If I hadn't texted you back, I thought you were missing. ”

Wu Zairong smiled awkwardly, "Brother, didn't you say it last time." I used to do a plan, and during this time I was turned over by myself. "Stopped," isn't thinking about it, now that I have time, and I made some money some time ago, I'll try it. ”

"That's really the reason. You're a complete workaholic, kid. Aside from writing songs, practicing, exercising, and working, what else is left in your life? ”

Looking at Wu Zairong's expression of what else he needed, Quan Zifeng couldn't help but sigh, "Ah~~~~~" Although it is a good thing to be aggressive, and when I am working, I also go all out, but this is no longer just the level of aggressiveness, okay.

"It seems that calling you here today and bringing you here to relax was the right decision." Quan Zifeng nodded and whispered.

"By the way, brother, why did you call me here?" There must be some reason. Coming to a nightclub by yourself is quite dangerous. After all, he is now wearing the hat of an exemplary idol.

If it is exposed by the media, Wu Zairong can already imagine the angry appearance of Director Zhang.

Quan Zifeng looked Wu Zairong up and down, "It looks good." "Take off your casual suit and reveal the fancy shirt underneath," "It's just something missing." ”

Wu Zairong hurriedly hugged his arms, "Brother, what do you want to do, I'm not that kind of person." ”

"What do you think?" Quan Zifeng threw his suit at Wu Zairong, because of his similar figure, his suit, Wu Zairong was also quite suitable. "Put it on."

"Why?"

Quan Zifeng walked to the door and turned his head, "Didn't you just ask why I asked you to come here?" He smiled, "I'm here to help my brother be a wingman." ”

“？” Huh.

"That's your robe, change it quickly."

The door of "Wait ......" is closed.

Quan Zifeng, is it really good to let an artist be your wingman?

Slightly, a little high-profile.

P.S. (No. 2 Middle School attended a class reunion today, went boating, the wind was too strong, and I was trapped in the lake for three hours. Drunk, drunk, now tired and just want to sleep. ）

PS (Quan Zifeng's line is a very important line, although it won't be written too much, but it is always to be written.) Liu Zaishi and Quan Zifeng, just like Yao Lao is to Xiao Yan, and Grandpa Ring is to Lin Lei, one will help him in his career as an artist, and the other will do business with him in the future. The protagonist can't just open the opening scene.,If you want to change at this time.,You can only open a small hanging.。 ）

Thank you for waiting for the fantasy の, Naz S Doragnir for the tipping support.