Chapter 119: This man is a plague god

Shen Zhuo was so frightened that a cold sweat had already come down, and the little alcohol in his brain also woke up seven or eight points.

Before coming in, he originally wanted to ask Gu Liangchen why he wanted to abuse Lu Anran so badly and let her be a junior since he married someone else, but now, ...... He didn't want to say anything.

It can be seen from his mother's attitude towards Gu Liangchen just now that he can't afford to mess with this man.

Although he has been abroad for the past few years, he has also heard a little about the news of Twilight City, and now Gu Liangchen is no longer the ordinary university teacher, in addition to having the wealth of the rich country, he also has enough power to cover the sky with one hand, and he has a kung fu that can easily disable people......

It is estimated that even if his hands are really wasted, their Shen family will not be able to do anything with Gu Liangchen.

"I see, Teacher Gu." Shen Zhuo pursed his lips in humiliation, not daring to say a word, for fear that the other party would turn his face if he said the wrong word.

After all, he didn't know whether he was alive or dead with the strength of wine before, and the tiger's ass couldn't be touched again and again.

Gu Liangchen was finally satisfied, leaned back on the sofa with a straight back, pointed to the other side, and said with a kind smile, "Sit, I'm nervous like this, as if I, the teacher, bullied you." ”

"......" You're not a bully, it's a threat.

But there are some things that must not be said, Shen Zhuo smiled stiffly, and sat down obediently, and his sitting posture was very upright, like a primary school student.

"You know about Enron's study of painting with Master Herry, right?" Gu Liangchen asked suddenly.

"Yes." Shen Zhuo replied honestly, he didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in this terrifying man's gourd.

"Her pen name is fish, right?" Gu Liangchen asked again.

"Yes." Shen Zhuo thought about it and couldn't help but say more, "Lu Anran is very talented in painting. ”

There should be nothing wrong with a woman who praises him...... Right?

Sure enough, I saw the corners of the man's lips raise the arc, "She is not called talent, she should be called a genius." ”

...... "Even if you are a woman, there should be a limit to your boasting, right?"

Then, with a pertinent expression, he nodded, "You're right." ”

The smile on Gu Liangchen's lips really deepened, and he seemed to be in a happier mood, "In the future, you will take care of her more for me." ”

As he spoke, he put a name tag on the coffee table in the middle, "This is my private number, you can call me anytime if you have something." ”

“…… Good. Shen Zhuo wiped a handful of sweat, does this mean that he should be a spy?

He didn't have anything to do, but he didn't dare to refuse, and when he picked up the business card, he felt like he was holding a red-hot charcoal.

At this time, An Ran just came out of the bathroom, her face was a little pale, she rubbed her temples, and asked, "What kind of wine did we drink before, the stamina is so great, I just smelled the incense in the bathroom and I vomited directly." ”

Shen Zhuo glanced at the man opposite and said tremblingly, "...... A cocktail of vodka and whiskey. ”

"No wonder, I can't stay in this room, I feel sick when I smell the aroma." An Ran patted his chest, "Have you finished talking, can you go?" ”

She had been worried about it since she was in the bathroom, afraid that the two of them would really disagree and fight again, but now it seems that they are a little sane.

When Shen Zhuo heard this, he immediately stood up as if he had been amnestied, "Okay, then you and Teacher Gu should go back early." ”

He couldn't stay here anymore, there was a plague god here, and he was afraid.

"Okay, then we'll see you at the institute tomorrow."

An Ran said and stretched out his right hand, wanting to shake hands with him and say goodbye.

saw Shen Zhuo swoop his hands behind his back, and then raised them and scratched his hair, "That, I'll send you." ”

Enron, "......"

What's wrong.