Chapter 391: What is Chong Myung Hyuk most afraid of?
Considering that when these words came out, the thin-skinned little girl on the other side of the phone would definitely blush again, Chong Jingchen hesitated for a moment, and finally swallowed back the words that came to his mouth, and quietly changed the topic: "I went to record the show today?" β
He has been out of town for the past few days, and he can't be by her side for everything, so he can only make a regular phone call once a day and chat from time to time around the clock to understand her daily life.
Feng Yasong said 'um', not really wanting to talk about this topic that couldn't be avoided after all.
Chong Jingchen wanted to get to the bottom of it: "Is the process still smooth?" Did anyone from Chonghua Entertainment deliberately embarrass you? β
"It's okay"
"That's what it doesn't mean, do you need me to help knock them up?"
Chong Jingchen couldn't wait to interrupt her, with a positive look of 'I have long seen that they are not pleasing to the eye, and I can finally find a reason to attack'.
On the contrary, it made Feng Yasong cry and laugh.
She subconsciously shook her head, realizing that the two were thousands of miles apart, and the other party couldn't see her movements at all, before she spoke again: "Don't." β
It's more interesting to take revenge in person.
Fake someone else's hand will not only make her appear incompetent, but also not feel cool at all.
Chong Jingchen knew that she was just more open in some inconsequential little things, and she also lay relatively flat.
And when it comes to the people or things she cares about, she is stronger, more serious, and more competitive than anyone else.
So she didn't force her to accept her kindness, and only said sincerely: "Then if there is anything that needs my help, you just ask?" β
Feng Yasong said 'uh-huh', and really thought of one thing and needed his help.
Therefore, he did not hesitate to say: "What is Chong Myunghyuk most afraid of?" β
This question
Chong Jingchen didn't have to think about it, she didn't feel good, but she still smiled and connived: "That's a lot, what do you want to know?" Can you be specific? β
Feng Yasong's ears were bombarded by his low laughter, and even his tongue was a little knotted: "It's more common in daily life, such as the food he hates the most, and the animal he fears the most. In short, the more responsive the better! β
"It's more common in daily life," Chong Jingchen muttered over her words, and muttered for a while before speaking again: "As long as the food is not dark cuisine, he should be able to accept it, and in the case of animals, there are quite a few types of things he is afraid of." β
"For example?"
"Snakes, caterpillars, rats, cockroaches, earthworms, spiders, toads, centipedes."
After listing many items in one breath, Chong Jingchen pretended to be aware of it and asked, "What are you asking about?" β
Feng Yasong hooked her lips and smiled, her gentle eyes full of cunning.
The voice was still flat: "It's nothing." It's just that I want to use these props to teach him a truth. β
"What's the truth?"
Feng Ya Song: "Do not do to others what you do not want to be done to yourself." β
The next day, Feng Yasong got up early in the morning on a day when she had no work and nothing else to do.
First, I went to the nearest flower and bird market around Tingfeng Yayuan, and then drove to Chonghua Entertainment with a lot of loot.
In the office building of Chonghua Entertainment, the young president who lives in the company as his home has already gotten up at work, and is sitting next to the floor-to-ceiling window with a wide view in the office, enjoying the grand scenery of the traffic at his feet, while drinking coffee leisurely.
After the office door was knocked three times, the secretary's voice came from the door: "Mr. Chong, the front desk downstairs called to say that there is a young lady surnamed Feng who has not made an appointment, but she claims to be your old friend and wants to give you a big gift, do you want to see it or not?" β
Chong Myung-hyuk's hand stirred the coffee, and the first lady surnamed Feng that came to mind was the one he called to harass last night.
So without thinking, he said, "Let the front desk let her in." β
He wanted to see what kind of medicine was sold in Miss Feng's gourd.
A few minutes later, Miss Feng, who claimed to be his old friend, walked smoothly into the reception room next to the president's office under the leadership of the secretary.
The secretary first led the person to the long table and sat down, and poured her a glass of warm water.
Then he left a sentence of 'you wait', and left the reception room quickly, knocking on the door of the president's office again: "Mr. Chong, Miss Feng is already waiting in the reception room." β
"Got it."
After lazily answering, Chong Minghyuk took the coffee in his hand and shifted his position.
In the elegantly decorated reception room, Miss Feng, who claimed to be his old friend, wore a large black trench coat and a pair of martin boots on her feet.
A black hair is braided into a twisted flower and placed on its side on its chest, neutralizing a bit of the solemn aura obtained by the combination of clothing, body shape and aura.
Seeing him come in, she slowly took off the hat, sunglasses, and mask used to hide her identity, revealing the face of a beauty that could not hide her beauty even if she didn't apply powder.
The slightly raised fox eyes bent, and then pulled out a business smirk that had no emotion and was all skill: "Mr. Chong, don't come to harm?" β
Who else can have this face that will only make people forget even if it turns into ashes, and it will bring disaster to the country and the people, except for Feng Yasong?
Chong Myung-hyuk closed the door of the reception room with his backhand, and looked the entire reception room up and down, but did not find any changes in items, before sitting down in the closest position to Feng Yasong.
With his elbows on the table, his head propped up on the back of his hand, he looked at her with interest and said, "Didn't you say that you had a gift for me?" What about things? β
Feng Yasong took out a cardboard box from the wide pocket of his trench coat as if by magic, and put it in front of him.
The box is made of the same corrugated paper as the express box, and every gap is sealed with tape, but there is no item information.
Chong Minghyuk's eyes observed it for a long time, but he didn't see any clues, so he couldn't help but quip: "What do you mean, this is?" Open a blind box? β
Feng Yasong nodded, and his tone was as provocative as he wanted: "Yes, do you dare to open it?" β
After speaking, he took out another utility knife from the pocket of his windbreaker and put it in his hand very intimately.
As a jade-faced Yama who dominates the mall, how could Chong Myunghyuk allow the existence of fearful words in his dictionary?
Especially in front of Feng Yasong, a milky yellow-haired little girl, her head can be broken, blood can flow, and the burden of the boss cannot be lost!
He snorted disdainfully, picked up the utility knife in his hand and cut through all the tape on the top of the carton.
Then he threw away the utility knife, and while opening the lid, he said angrily: "Just kidding, I've been in the mall for so many years, what scene haven't I seen?" A little blind box just wants to scare me? You're naΓ―veβ"
Woo woo woo I've been stuck in the past two days, and I can't wait to bang my head against the keyboard! There's another one later, why don't I sleep tonight, I have to fight with Calvin to the death!
(End of chapter)