This is the first time Tang Zhen has heard that Lu Xiaobei's name is Nan Yanchun, and he called him so kindly, for a while, he was a little stunned, but he quickly adjusted, and then said to Mingxi with a smile: "Hello." ”

"Hello." After knowing the person on the first face, Mingxi was busy greeting Nan Yanchun again, "Brother Yanchuan." ”

Mingxi's politeness, or politeness, to Nan Yanchun was a natural reaction to his profession. Since his debut, most of the opportunities to see him before have been in work situations, so he will be used to treating him as a behind-the-scenes boss. The group he is in has indeed cooperated with Nan Yanchun's music company several times.

Nan Yanchun still smiled at his "girlfriend" friend.

"I'll come......" Xiaowen came over to pick up the things in Tang Zhen's hand.

And the bottle of wine that Tang Hao was holding before was already in Feng Lan's hands.

……

What started as a visit to a friend quickly turned into a gathering between friends.

a gathering of friends among men.

Gatherings are not just chatting, laughing, eating and drinking.

With Nan Yanchun and Tang Zhen, Lu Xiaobei doesn't need to take special "care" of Feng Lan, and the scene is slowly and naturally, and it will not be cold and lively.

In fact, Feng Lan didn't need anyone's care, she just had a bottle of wine, and then while drinking her small wine, she observed the careful thinking of each of them in front of her.

Eating and drinking, it must be a little bit unate.

At least Tang Zhen, including Nan Yanchun, may not have a choice.

Because they ate hot pot this time.

However, the two of them were definitely not hungry, Tang Zhen bought a lot of ingredients and cooked healthy and nutritious Western food herself.

And when it comes to eating, the scene is very subtle.

"The last time we ate hot pot, it was the one you had when you were competing!" Mingxi sat down and said to Lu Xiaobei opposite.

Facing the hot pot ingredients on this table and the tumbling spicy soup base, Lu Xiaobei couldn't care if her agent was there, and she couldn't hide her happiness: "That's right! ”

"Sister Lan, are you ......?" Tang Hao was asking Feng Lan if she was going to eat there.

Feng Lan sat in the middle next to Lu Xiaobei, facing the meal that was divided into two parts at the table, and said with a smile: "I just have this......" The bottle of wine, she was still holding.

"I'll help you open it, Sister Lan." Tang Zhen said.

"Okay, thank you." ……

Tang Hao was already very familiar with this kitchen to help Feng Lan open the wine, and a few of them here, none of them noticed it, and they had already begun to put down their chopsticks.

"Xiaobei......" Feng Lan glanced at and shouted.

"Ah......?" The man replied, his eyes still in the pot.

Although it is a little cruel, as a rational artist economy, Feng Lan feels that she must fulfill her responsibilities: "Eat more vegetables." ”

Tsk tsk - look at how many people can talk, let me eat more -

“…… Oh......" Lu Xiaobei finally looked back at her Cixi agent, and the chopsticks under her hand also silently moved to the vegetables.

I took a pair of chopsticks and mushrooms, put them in the condiment plate in front of me, and then turned my eyes to look at the agent.

Sure enough, Feng Lan's gaze did not leave her: "Eat." The slight smile on the corner of his mouth is still there, and his gaze is still soft.

Biting her lower lip lightly, looking back, and then looking at the other side, the piece of meat she had just looked at had already entered Tong Xin's mouth at this time-look at the mushroom in front of her, why did she suddenly want to cry-