Chapter 193 The pile driver is withered?

"Is this the little transparency you just said? No one knows you in school?"

Looking at Wen Yan, who was stunned, Wu Hao lowered his voice and said angrily: "Sister Qi is indeed right. You are a liar, and you just tell lies."

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, girls are called You Xiaoyan. Just by hearing this title, you can tell that your relationship is very unusual. Is it possible that this is my future brother-in-law?"

I didn't expect that this trip to magic arts would yield unexpected rewards. If I tell Sister Qi this news, can I atone for my sins? Wu Hao thought secretly.

Over the years, he had interacted with Wen Yan a lot, but he had never seen Wen Yan so close to that girl of the same age.

The girls behind him all called her "Xiaoyan". Ordinary female classmates would not do this, and only people with whom they had a good relationship would use such an affectionate name.

Wu Hao turned around with a smile and said coquettishly:

"I want to see what this female classmate looks like, so I can describe it to my cousin in detail later, hehehe..."

But when he turned around and saw the woman walking towards them, he froze on the spot, dumbfounded, as if he was petrified.

At this time, Zhao Wanqi moved her long legs and was almost in front of the two of them.

She wore a peaked cap, long wavy hair, gently blowing in the evening breeze, and a pair of large toad mirrors on her straight nose, revealing only her sexy, full lips.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone behind her, making her slender waist even more slender, and every move she made showed the grace of an urban beauty.

Gulu Wu Hao's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, swallowing the excess saliva in his mouth.

As a veteran of Fengyue Field, Wu Hao knew that the woman in front of him must be a stunning beauty just from the body curve and the rough outline of her face.

As for the little girl following this woman, although her face was not covered and her facial features were pretty, he automatically ignored her.

At this time, with the beauty present, LSP's focus will naturally not be scattered elsewhere. Otherwise, wouldn't it be a waste of natural resources?

Walking in front of the two of them, Zhao Wanqi also ignored a certain young man. She looked at Wen Yan and asked slightly teasingly:

"Xiaoyan, I didn't expect to meet you here. Why did you think of magic arts and wandering around today?"

"Wan... look at what you said, I am a student of magic arts. Isn't it normal to appear here?" Glancing at the 'human-shaped telephone pole' beside him, Wen Yan automatically skipped the address.

"Haha, don't you blush when you say this?"

Zhao Wanqi pushed the toad mirror and said disdainfully: "You still want to say that you are a student and a teacher in the composition department. I'm afraid you don't even recognize me."

"I don't know the teacher. This proves that I am studying seriously and my mind is entirely in the ocean of knowledge." Wen Yan shrugged his shoulders:

"When you were in school, didn't your teacher throw a piece of chalk at you, and then gave you a vicious warning: ***Why are you staring at me? You were looking at the blackboard. Is there anything written on the teacher's leg?"

This is not true. She has been a good student who listened carefully since she was a child. How could she be accurately thrown by the teacher with chalk?

However, she knew what Wen Yan was talking about, but the part where this guy's teacher warned seemed a little different!

"Shouldn't it mean that there are words on the face?" Zhao Wanqi tilted her head and asked her doubts.

The one who always throws my chalk away is the English teacher who likes to wear black stockings. Please ignore these unimportant details. Wen Yan smiles and changes the subject:

"Ahem, let's get back to the topic. We just digressed. You should be very busy during this period. Why did you come to Magic Art today? Do you have something to deal with?"

Normally speaking, it is still the week when the new album hits the charts, and Zhao Wanqi should be busy promoting it.

If it's a movie or TV series, the best way to promote it at this time is for the creative team to go crazy with variety shows, and then form CPs for the male and female leads, artificially creating public opinion topics, and showering the audience with "fake sugar."

But Zhao Wanqi, a homebody, never participates in reality shows and refuses to be tied up as a "screen couple", thus losing the simplest way of publicity.

She can only contact as many music critics as possible, and then distribute some red envelopes for mutual benefit, or hold fan signings in various places, which is a lot of time-consuming work.

"You can't come here unless you have something to deal with. Why are you so snobbish?" Zhao Wanqi curled her lips and said angrily:

"Magic Arts is also my alma mater. Can't I just come here to visit my mentor?"

Glancing at Wu Hao, who was acting as a "telephone pole," Zhao Wanqi patted Wen Yan on the shoulder:

"Okay, sister's time is precious, so I won't chat with you here. I'm going to do business first. Let's contact you later when we have time."

After saying that, she turned around and walked towards the office building not far away.

"Brother Wen, I'm leaving first." Xiao Qin waved to Wen Yan and trotted to follow Zhao Wanqi's footsteps.

Damn it, I’ll contact you when you have time. Looking at Zhao Wanqi’s graceful back, Wen Yan curled his lips.

What she did just now was clearly telling him to find a way to get rid of Wu Hao and go over to meet her later.

However, although Wen Yan understood what Zhao Wanqi meant, he was not prepared to do so.

First of all, things must be done on a first-come, first-served basis. Wu Hao rarely asked him for help, and he was new here and was not very familiar with magic. Of course, he couldn't just ignore it.

Well, he, Wen Xiaoyan, is a capable person, and he is not a blind person.

It's definitely not because he is a little worried now when he meets Fang Nanxuan in the office building.

The old man called him yesterday to urge him, asking him when "Dongfeng Po" would be released, and he also said that other people gave birth to children without him having any trouble.

Now that medical technology is so advanced, is it still difficult to give birth to a child? Wen Yan complained in his heart about Nan Xuan's inappropriate metaphor.

However, he can also understand that it is normal for this lonely old man to be single until now and not understand the process of giving birth.

"Brother Hao, let's go through the formalities first." Wen Yan walked toward the administration building.

But after taking just two steps, he realized something was wrong. Wu Hao was still standing there, not moving at all, still staring in the direction Zhao Wanqi left.

"Piledriver, what are you looking at there?"

Wen Yan gritted his teeth and cursed angrily: "Do you need me to pluck out your eyeballs and throw them away so that you can be someone's guide?"

"Ah, are you talking to me?"

Wu Hao slowly turned his head. His neck was like a rusty gear, twisting bit by bit, as if he was worried that if he turned too fast, he would twist the nerves in his neck.

Seeing Wu Hao's reluctant eyes, Wen Yan felt a little irritable for some reason.

He raised his middle finger and cursed directly:

"You guys have the nerve to say how many top clubs you have been to and rescued countless young girls who have fallen apart? I didn't expect that you are also a master who can't walk when he sees a woman."

Although I have rich experience, can the seafood in the club compare with that woman just now? There is no comparison at all.

But seeing Wen Yan's contemptuous expression, Wu Hao also realized what he had just done.

As the saying goes: Brothers and wives should not be bullied.

The woman just now was obviously close to Wen Yan, but he stared at her for so long. This was really outrageous and she lost his identity as a big brother.

Therefore, he rubbed his hands and explained awkwardly:

"Hey, Xiaoyan, where did you think of this? I just thought it looked familiar. I seem to have seen this friend of yours somewhere before!"

That's not true. When my relationship with her was reported on the Internet some time ago, you asked me to help you get her autograph. Wen Yan secretly complained in his heart.

Sure enough, even if you meet an artist who is active on the big screen in real life, as long as they are blocked, it is really impossible for ordinary people to recognize them just by their body shape.

Of course, paparazzi and idiot fans must be excluded, because these two types of people are not ordinary people.

However, Wen Yan would naturally not tell Wu Hao the truth.

He turned his head away with a look of disdain: "Your way of striking up a conversation is too old-fashioned, isn't it? Is this what you would say to a random girl you meet on the street?"

I really feel that it looks familiar. I feel like I have seen it somewhere before. Wu Hao cursed in his heart.

However, as a frequent visitor to the nightclub, he also knew that this way of talking was indeed fake and scumbag, so he didn't mention it too much.

In order to avoid lowering his glorious image in the eyes of his little brother, he must not lose his high-level character. (Well, he thinks he has it.)

So, he decisively changed the subject and pointed the finger at Wen Yan:

"Little brother, I think you are hiding it too deeply. What is the relationship between that woman and you just now? The name she called you is really kind. It's like calling you Xiaoyan...

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Looking at Wu Hao winking, Wen Yan directly used his trump card:

"Brother Hao, why are you so garrulous now? I can tell you that if a man gossips too much, it will greatly affect his combat effectiveness in certain aspects. In the future, he will only be able to save a girl who has lost her footing."

You guys are too poisonous. After glancing at the three inches below his navel, Wu Hao decisively gave up on gossiping.

For him, Young Master Wu, his head could be cut off and his blood could be shed, but the risk of affecting his ability to help poor girls was something he couldn't take at all.

"Okay, don't ask. Brother, don't ask. Don't just make fun of things like this that are related to a man's dignity, okay?"

"Brother Hao, people say that the more something is missing, the more you care about it." Wen Yan's eyes were a little strange.

"Gungungun, I'm too lazy to chat with you." Wu Hao ran away.

Looking at Wu Hao's back, Wen Yan's brain immediately went into panic.

Tsk, this is a pile driver. Is it withered?

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ps, let me explain, the reason why I stopped updating yesterday is that I cut my hand, and there is a cut on the belly of my index finger. Although it is not too serious, it really hurts when I type on the keyboard.

Today is also a bit short. If I take another night's rest, it probably won't have much impact tomorrow.

I really didn’t mean to show off, I also want to make money.

Ying Ying Ying.

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