Chapter Eighty-Seven: Joy Gives Birth to Sorrow
"Poof!"
Yang Mobai, who was drinking water, couldn't hold back all of a sudden, and a mouthful of water mist sprayed at the elated Wang Chang who was talking.
Fortunately, Wang Chang was standing, and when he saw this, he hurriedly dodged away.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Raising his hand and wiping the water stains on his chin carelessly, Yang Mobai continued to ask.
"You're saying that the man not only pretended to be a woman, but also used a voice changer?"
"That's right, I laughed to death, and Don was dumbfounded at that time!"
Yang Mobai's question made Wang Chang couldn't help but laugh again, it was already a small mouth, and this smile was even bigger.
"It's good that Old Tang won't be here, otherwise I'll have to make a sew!"
Mao Qianpei on the side couldn't help but laugh.
"That's not it, Sister Maomao, didn't you see the face of the old Tang at that time, it stinks like the stones in the pit!"
"Actually, after you just ran away, Sister Maomao and I couldn't help but ask more, only to know that senior sister is amazing!"
Yang Mobai, who was afraid that Wang Chang would crack his mouth with laughter, stopped his goose laughter and explained to Wang Chang with interest.
"Tell me quickly, what did Ban Zhu say, I almost forgot, he reacted a little violently when he saw Tan Shuya!"
Hearing Yang Mobai say this, Wang Chang's interest was really hooked, and he put aside the matter of laughing at Tang Yu, it was important to listen to gossip.
"This matter is also related to Ban Zhu's love history, I guess I also see that Lao Tang is a little stunned, I want us to help a little, otherwise Ban Zhu probably won't say it!"
"This skip skip, I want to know more exciting!"
Pulled over a chair casually, and Wang Chang, who sat on it, couldn't wait to interrupt the background explanation of Mao Qianpei's story, urging him to hurry up and serve the main dish.
"Don't worry, Sister Maomao doesn't explain the background clearly, and you can't understand it!"
gave Wang Chang a roll of his eyes angrily, and Yang Mobai took Mao Qianpei's words.
"Here's the thing......"
The story is actually not too bad, and it only takes a quarter of an hour before and after, and Wang Chang generally understands it.
Stretched out his hand to take the apple handed over by Yang Mobai, and took a bite hard, and Mao Qianpei frowned at the splashed juice.
"So that means that when he was still a handsome guy back then, Tan Shuya and Sister Xin Qing chased him, but this has nothing to do with Old Tang?"
"You've been out of shape lately!"
grabbed a wet tissue and wiped it disgustedly and wiped it from Wang Chang's mouth to the back of his hand, unable to tell whether it was juice or saliva, Mao Qianpei frowned and said in disgust.
"Huh? Am I focusing on the wrong point? ”
glanced at Yang Mobai suspiciously, and Wang Chang's gossip tendon didn't react at once.
"Don't look at me, Old Tang's gossip soul is much stronger than you!"
Poor Wang Chang didn't find comfort on Yang Mobai's side, but was compared with Tang Yu in all directions.
"I'm too lazy to think about it, Sister Maomao, tell me, where is the point, I can't get it!"
It's not as good as Tang Yu, it's not as good as Tang Yu, it's not as good as Tang Yu for gossip, Wang Chang is very open, it's a good thing, a big man gossips like this, then it's okay.
I just don't get entangled, I don't know what to ask directly!
"What the class assistant means is that Tan Shuya is not simple, he can't see through it, think about it, the art troupe is so big, and the departments are comparable to a primary student, this young lady can mix in the position of the deputy troupe in her sophomore year, do you think it's a simple corner?"
Mao Qianpei said this, Wang Chang understood, put the half-eaten apple in his hand on the table, stretched his neck and said in a voice so low that he could barely hear it.
"You mean, the unspoken rules?"
"What the hell are you thinking!"
Yang Mobai felt that he might be angry with Wang Chang to death, since he came back from a trip to Fujian Province, the whole person was wrong, and even his IQ was gone!
"Forget it, Sister Maomao, don't sell it to him!"
"Oh oh oh, I see!"
Just when Yang Mobai was about to give up treatment, Wang Chang said that he could save it again.
"What you mean is that this Tan Shuya is a master who eats people and doesn't spit out bones, and Old Tang may be gnawed to the scum!"
"Not stupid!"
Mao Qianpei nodded, barely complimenting.
"Isn't that big man named 'Yaya' a good example!"
Yang Mobai spread his hands and made an expression of "what do you think".
"Poof, no, I can't mention this, I want to laugh when I talk about it!"
Hearing Yang Mobai mention the bearded brother again, Wang Chang didn't hold back, and laughed again.
"You guys weren't there just now, that scene was really funny!"
"It's almost there, be careful that I hammer you!"
Originally, I thought that Yang Mobai and they should have finished chatting about it in the past, and Tang Yu, who had just walked to the door, heard Wang Chang's smug laughter.
"Hahaha, angry and corrupt, this is the legendary angry and corrupt!"
Tang Yu's madness did not dispel Wang Chang's heart to make fun of him in the slightest, but this time he stopped it and laughed even harder.
"If you walk too much at night, you will inevitably meet ghosts, what are you laughing at!"
"You flirted with my sister and picked your feet!"
"It's too much, if you don't reveal people's scars, it's even more excessive to sprinkle salt!"
"You flirted with my sister and picked your feet!"
"I remember, don't plant you in my hands......"
"You flirted with my sister and picked your feet!"
"Greetings to your ancestors, Lao Wang, I'll tell you, beware of happiness and sorrow!"
Angrily returned to his position, even though Tang Yu had a three-inch incorruptible tongue, it was difficult to resist Wang Chang holding on to a point like this.
"Joy and sorrow? doesn't exist, compared with your 'Yaya', no matter how sad it is, think about it, people know it, give you a 'miserable man' label, I can't help it, hahahaha......"
"Ding Dong!"
was laughing, Wang Chang's mobile phone on the desktop suddenly sounded a wind chime.
This is the SMS ringtone set by Wang Chang.
"Okay, Lao Wang, you can also take a breath and see who sent you a message!"
"Ahem, ahem!"
Wang Chang, who was smiling a little awkwardly, bent down and shook his hand at Yang Mobai.
"No, no, my stomach hurts, let me take it easy!"
Saying that, he tried to restrain himself, and grabbed the mobile phone on the desktop.
"Lao Yang, what should I do if my young heart is hit hard?"
"Sister Maomao, beg for comfort, hug, drink grandma's ......"
Yang Mobai hadn't reacted yet, Mao Qianpei was the first to react, grabbed the hand cream on the table and smashed it directly.
"Drink your uncle!"
"Bang!"
“Fuck!”
An angry roar accompanied by the crisp sound of landing startled everyone.
Tang Yu, who had dodged the hand cream thrown over by Mao Qianpei, knew that this crisp sound would definitely not be the sound of the hand cream falling down.
It's just that before he could follow the sound, he saw Wang Chang, who was still bending down and laughing at the no, kick the chair angrily and grab the door.
In the place where he was sitting, there was only a broken mobile phone, and the screen was still flickering.