80. It looks like a rivalry

You don't need to buy a car to buy a car, especially when you have an attitude of "if others have it, so should my wife", let alone buy it! After all, if you buy a car, you have to get insurance and hire a driver.

The place where I shoot outside is not fixed. I really bought a car. In order to use the car, is it possible that I have to drive everywhere?

Thousands of kilometers in a plane for a few hours, why drive yourself bumpy for days? Isn't public transportation delicious?

In fact, under normal circumstances, the artist company that needs to travel on business is more reliable, and the car problem will be solved before the artist leaves.

It's a pity that Shen Mingbei's brokerage company is not very reliable. Shen Mingbei has long been used to it. Except in the capital, he will directly wait for the partner to arrange it. If the partner does not arrange it, then take a taxi...

Well, very rustic way.

Although I don't know why Qu Lang suddenly mentioned buying a car, Shen Mingbei patted him on the shoulder and expressed his refusal: "I'm always running around, and it's not practical to buy a car by myself. Thank you for your concern."

After Shen Mingbei finished speaking, Qu Lang thoughtfully confirmed Shen Mingbei's answer.

"It's really inconvenient to buy a car..."

Thinking that Qu Lang understood what he meant, Shen Mingbei was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Qu Lang say, "You can buy it everywhere, it's more convenient."

Shen Mingbei: "???"

After Shen Mingbei and Qu Lang finished communicating, the clamor at the door of the hotel finally ended, watching the people at the door disperse, Shen Mingbei lingered and walked inside.

"Above the Sky"

It was completely dark, and the lights in the star-rated hotel were brilliant.

As soon as Shen Mingbei stepped in, he found that there were still many people in the lobby, and one of them was choking with the lobby manager with a strong male voice.

"We Nannan of course want to live in the best presidential suite, just make it up for me!"

Huh?

Shen Mingbei glanced curiously, and finally saw who the tossing star was.

Standing behind the manager, Xiang Nansheng is tall and thin, with delicate and beautiful features, and a very quiet person. Like Qin Yi, he debuted in the talent show, but since his debut, Xiang Nansheng's popularity has been completely different. In the two years since his debut, Xiang Nansheng has had four solo albums, regardless of whether the sales volume has moisture or not, the data is more than 10 million.

Shen Mingbei didn't know him well, so he looked away, turned around and went to wait for the elevator. Qu Lang followed behind and swiped the elevator card naturally. Shen Mingbei looked at the numbers on the top floor and reacted with hindsight.

"I live here

Is it a presidential suite? "Shen Mingbei just came to do it during registration, he didn't go upstairs, and he didn't take the room card.

"Yes!" Hearing Shen Mingbei's question, Qu Lang nodded, as if to take credit, he added: "I paid some money to cover the other room, so that only we live on the top floor, Relatively quiet~”

On Qu Lang's face was written "Ask for compliments."

Shen Mingbei: ...why would the hotel be willing to do such a thing? All the rooms in Mingming Hotel are arranged, how did Qu Lang do it?

As if seeing Shen Mingbei's doubts, Qu Lang said, "The other one is a female artist. She accepted my check and agreed."

Well, the explanation is reasonable, this is the banknote capacity.

Although his banknote ability was great, thinking of Xiang Nansheng's agent downstairs, Shen Mingbei somehow felt that this was not a good thing. Seeing how Qu Lang was completely unaware of the problem, Shen Mingbei didn't know what to say for a while.

Shen Mingbei flipped out his phone and planned to search for information on "Xiang Nansheng" on Weibo, but before he searched, he found that there were already two hot searches.

#xiangnanshengjin group photo exposure#

#Brilliant time to Nansheng#

When clicked in, it was the photo at the entrance of the hotel just now. The title of the drama "Bright Time" was about to be filmed.

There are a lot of comments and fan comments from the next Shuijun. Most of them are thanking Director Lin for giving Xiang Nansheng the opportunity, and then looking forward to the future for Xiang Nansheng. The singer crosses the border as an actor, and wants to win the award in one fell swoop.

The effective information was lackluster, so Shen Mingbei clicked into Nan Sheng's homepage again, wanting to see what he usually posted. At this moment, the elevator opened. Seeing that Shen Mingbei was still staring at the phone, Qu Lang quickly stepped forward and stretched out his hand: "Mingbei, I'll hold you~"

It was said that they were holding hands, but it was actually Qu Lang who just pulled Shen Mingbei's elbow. In this way, the two were close to each other, but Qu Lang's role was similar to that of a guide dog.

Shen Mingbei walked and watched, and there was nothing on Xiang Nansheng's Weibo page except for selfies and advertisements.

Just, a very ordinary brokerage company operates an account.

Shen Mingbei lacked interest in this man, and was about to draw out the page, but with a slip of his hand, he liked one of Xiang Nansheng's advertisements.

Shen Mingbei: ...

Before Shen Mingbei could decide whether to cancel the like, there were already fan comments from Shen Mingbei at the bottom of this advertisement.

[Let me see what Teacher Shen praised? ]

[Is it United Chafan? ]

[My daughter said that things are very useful and have already bought a house. ]

Seeing this kind of comment, Shen Mingbei hurriedly canceled the like, and returned to the room where he was staying with lingering fears, pretending to calmly turn on the TV

Open. The weather forecast was playing, and he pretended to be back to watch TV.

Qu Lang didn't look at his phone. He didn't know what happened. He handed the barbecue to Xiao Zhang and asked Xiao Zhang sincerely, "Is the room ready?"

Xiao Zhang nodded: "I have already packed up, you are too slow to come back!"

"Didn't this bring you a barbecue?"

After Qu Lang finished speaking, he hinted at Xiao Zhang frantically with his eyes—

Now that you've packed up and brought you the barbecue, let's go, the presidential suite next door is waiting for you.

Xiao Zhang didn't mean to get Qu Lang, he put the barbecue in the microwave oven, poured two more glasses of juice, and sat happily beside Shen Mingbei: "Brother Shen, I'll watch TV with you! I want to watch a ghost movie!"

"Okay, what do you want to see?"

The two of them sat down on the sofa and started fiddling with the remote control.

In the presidential suite of a star-rated hotel, the TV has the function of on-demand. Shen Mingbei did a little research and chose a few movies.

I dimmed the lights in the room, and the TV had already started to flash radio and television. The two people got along like no one else, making Qu Lang, who was excluded, suddenly a little unhappy.

He leaned forward and was about to strike up a conversation when someone knocked on the door of the suite.

Shen Mingbei glanced suspiciously, Qu Lang was very discerning in running errands to open the door, and there was a crowd of people standing outside the door.

The manager at the head was the manager who was arguing with the lobby manager downstairs just now. He was originally very imposing, but when he saw that the door was opened by the tall and majestic Qu Lang, he suddenly felt a little cowardly. Originally aggressive, what I wanted to say suddenly got stuck. The agent can only slander in his heart, wearing sunglasses in the house at night, who is this pretending to be!

Cowardly, you can't lose the momentum at this time, the agent looked at the lobby manager and motioned him to speak quickly.

The lobby manager pretended not to see it. Anyway, the rude demands of these people could not be said by himself. The lobby manager quickly moved his eyes to the side.

Qu Lang probably guessed what they were going to do, and turned around and said to Shen Mingbei, "It's fine." He closed the door, stood outside, folded his arms and looked at the agent.

Even through a layer of sunglasses, one could feel the indifference and alienation on Qu Lang, and the breath of the superior made the manager a little uncomfortable.

Qu Lang raised his hand to show his millionaire, and said to his agent, "What's the matter? I'll give you two minutes, tell me?"

Seeing that the agent was in a good mood and was about to speak, Qu Lang suddenly added: "Be quieter and don't make a noise."

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