Chapter 82

In the luxurious office, an unexpected guest arrived today.

In the quiet office, two men are sitting opposite each other on the black leather sofa, thinking deeply about each other.

"What's the matter with you today?" Wang Shenghao got up, went to the bar, took out a bottle of Lafite from 1982, and poured a cup.

"Give me one, too." Zhou Yuncheng rushed forward and took a sip of the red wine.

He leaned aside, swaying his goblet and motioned to Wang Shenghao to refill it for him.

"I'm not here for miso today, is it? When could Zhou Shao not even afford to drink? " Wang Shenghao took the wine to the sofa and sat down, teasing.

Zhou Yuncheng smiles, combs his cool short hair with his slender fingers, and shakes his head: "don't you miss my brother?"

"Give me less meat. What's the matter?" Wang Shenghao doesn't plan to talk nonsense with him. It's not the first time to see him. How can Zhou Yuncheng's life be destroyed.

The more he pretends, the more problematic he is.

"I've got a big deal." After a long silence, Zhou Yuncheng went to the sofa, put the glass aside and whispered.

Wang Shenghao looked at his handsome face and nodded: "I can see that his face is almost disfigured. I suggest you go to the whole place again."

"Rely on it, brother. I'm born beautiful. Do I need plastic surgery?" He shook his head, made a gesture that he thought was cool, and said narcissistically.

"Well, please come back. I don't take narcissists here." Wang Shenghao's deep voice rang out and made a gesture to let him go.

"No, I said, I said." Zhou Yuncheng squints, shakes his goblet, cocks his legs, and looks at the crystal lamp on the ceiling disconsolately.

"I was teasing my sister-in-law."

"Poof." Wang Shenghao gushed out a mouthful of red wine, which hit Zhou Yuncheng's face. He was wearing a white casual suit today, and now he was embarrassed by red wine.

"Rely on it, Wang Shenghao, are you on purpose?" Zhou Yuncheng wiped his face with a tissue and glared at Wang Shenghao. He always cared about his image. How can he go out like this today?

"What sister-in-law?" What Wang Shenghao cares about is not that he is angry, but that "I molested my sister-in-law."

This sentence is absolutely the first version. There are materials.

Zhou Yuncheng was so angry that he didn't speak. Wang Shenghao stood up and stood in front of the French window, overlooking the scenery outside the building. His hand swayed with his will, and the red wine rotated into a beautiful arc in the glass.

"Say, or go, you choose." He said coolly.

"Say, I say, you must help me." Zhou Yuncheng looked uneasy. He went to Wang Shenghao's back, put his hand on his shoulder, and said in a low voice: "that day, I went to visit the crew, and I didn't know that my sister-in-law was an actor, so I used to tease her, and asked her to consider whether to give me a sleep for her."

"Cough, ha ha." Wang Shenghao choked his throat with a mouthful of red wine, and then laughed wildly: "who is your sister-in-law? You don't have a brother, are you Chen Zi's wife? "

Since Mo Yanchen said he was married last time, they still don't believe it! But the Mohist movement, it seems that there is such a thing, now listen to Zhou Yuncheng's words, he guessed.

"Is it so obvious?" Zhou Yuncheng, with a bitter face, leans against the French window. His face is full of melancholy. He feels that disaster is coming.

"Yes, even your character has problems." Wang Shenghao kept nodding, feeling that Zhou Yuncheng had really done too much this time.