Xiang Meng frantically typed out a paragraph, thinking that Cen Shang might feel that he was rude.

Then he asked Cen Shang guiltily: "Is he gone?"

"gone."

"Oh, I'm not like this usually. I'm cute, generous, decent and gentle. It was just needed for the plot. Don't get me wrong."

Cen Shang laughed, and his breath seemed to have passed through the microphone and sprayed directly into Xiang Meng's ears.

She was hot and smelly, and couldn't help but tremble, but she still gritted her molar teeth and emphasized: "I'm really not. My sacrifice for you this time is too great."

"Yes, I know." Cen Shang said with a smile and a good mood: "I will compensate you, but you are not allowed to say bad words in the future."

"Okay." Xiang Meng gradually felt relieved when he saw that Cen Shang didn't pay much attention to it.

She lay half-lying on the bed begging for compensation, and her attitude changed so quickly that it was jaw-dropping.

"What kind of compensation are you going to give me? Are you going to invite me to make a cameo in your movie?"

"That was agreed in advance. It doesn't count. I'll give you a new one."

If you put it this way, the car was given in advance and does not count. In short, there is a new surprise.

Xiang Meng's heart felt like honey, and his calves were shaking vigorously, like a big-tailed dog.

"Then I'll just wait and see." Xiang Mengjiao said in a loud voice.

"OK."

The two were silent for a moment, and Xiang Meng thought that Cen Shang might have something to do, so he urged him to hang up the phone: "How about you go and get busy? We will discuss it in detail when we meet later.

Just now I scolded someone a lot, and I didn't ask in advance if he was your partner. If it's hard to explain, you can blame me and say I'm young and ignorant or something else. Don't affect you.

"

Cen Shang smiled again.

It was a little late before I remembered to be considerate after scolding.

He opened his mouth, but what he said was: "It doesn't matter, the work is over, I will go home in a while."

"Oh, have you drank?"

"No."

"Okay, don't drive after drinking. It's not safe."

"clear."

Being told like this by a child, Cen Shang felt a little weird, but he felt not bad.

When he mentioned the car, something suddenly occurred to him and he told Xiang Meng in turn: "Let Guo Feng drive the nanny car. If it doesn't work, just ask the driver. Don't touch it."

Xiang Meng was unhappy. Didn't he say it was for her to use? What's the point of not letting him touch it?

"Why can't you touch it?"

"Because you don't have a driver's license." Cen Shang's tone became more serious: "This kind of thing is not negotiable. If I find out, I will immediately take back the right to use the car."

Xiang Meng was angry and funny, but couldn't refute.

She was a little angry about why the original owner didn't take a driver's license test. Wouldn't it be nice for him to drive by himself?

And how did Cen Shang know that she didn’t have a driver’s license?

Maybe it was Xiang Ji who said Duoguo, this big funnel really made her angry to death!

Xiang Meng hung up the phone angrily, but before hanging up, he couldn't help but muttered.

"I'm going to take the driver's license test tomorrow. My title of Akinayama Car God is not just talk, huh!"

After hanging up the phone, Xiang Meng ordered a takeaway for himself.

After ordering, I thought about the elementary school I was helping, and planned to go up and see what the children were eating recently.

As soon as Weibo was opened, the page froze for two seconds.

Xiang Meng became interested, thinking that some celebrity was involved in a scandal, and Weibo crashed.

But looking at the red dots that kept jumping up in the message bar, she understood that there were too many messages and the page was delayed.

After the phone slowed down, Xiang Meng opened the message bar and found that there were hundreds of thousands of private messages, and there were countless comments and comments.

She was a little shocked.

Is this what red feels like?

Xiang Meng gritted her teeth and opened the Art Zone, and found that Ruisi's official blog had posted the advertisement she and Fu Qing had shot.

There are two people named Aite and Fu Qing in the advertisement copy.

In order to collect data, Fu Qing's fans had no choice but to repost it day and night, and every time a Weibo post was retweeted, Xiang Meng would receive an Att.

According to the latest calculation formula of Weibo’s popularity, Xiang Meng has earned a lot of popularity this time.
Chapter completed!