Actor Gao Leng, you are blushing again

Chapter 70

Qiaoqiao little fairy: But have you been to Paris yet?

About half an hour later, Leng Feiran returned to Suqiao.

Leng: Here we are.

When Leng Feiran sent this message, he had already arrived in Paris.

He is the brand spokesperson of the top luxury brand L brand, and he came to Paris this time to participate in the L brand men's wear show.

Leng Feiran, Shengli and others, after staying in the super-star hotel arranged by the organizer, suddenly met a group of people in the hotel lobby.

Sheng Li, who was standing beside Leng Feiran, immediately looked at the pedestrian, and greeted with a smile: "What a coincidence! It's Sangsang!"

Both Shengli and Sangsang are gold agents under Xingchen Entertainment, and their respective artists are Leng Feiran and Mu Qiushui.

Shengli and Sangsang greeted each other warmly.

And Leng Feiran had a cold face, as if he didn't see Mu Qiushui.

Mu Qiushui stepped on stiletto heels, smiled prettily at Leng Feiran, and said, "God, what a coincidence."

"Are you coming to Paris to participate in the men's fashion show this time?"

Leng Feiran ignored Mu Qiushui, but stepped into the elevator.

Unexpectedly, Mu Qiushui followed into the elevator.

Shengli and Sangsang looked at each other with a smile, and did not choose to take the elevator.

They belonged to the same entertainment company, so they naturally had the same idea.

If Leng Feiran and Mu Qiushui can be in the same frame, it will be a good thing for their team.

So at this time, there are only Leng Feiran and Mu Qiushui in the elevator.

Seeing this, Shengli and Sangsang didn't enter the elevator.

Leng Feiran's expression suddenly became icy cold, and endless cold air poured out from the man's body, gradually covering the entire elevator.

"God, what's the matter with you?" Mu Qiushui spoke in a whimpering voice.

"Get out." Leng Feiran said coldly.

Mu Qiushui suspected that she had heard it wrong, so she quickly adjusted her expression slightly, as if she was about to cry.

"God, why are you so cruel to others?"

Leng Feiran didn't speak, but quickly grabbed Mu Qiushui's wrist and threw Mu Qiushui out of the elevator.

Boom!
Mu Qiushui fell to the hard ground in embarrassment, the high heels snapped and split in two.

A group of people quickly helped Mu Qiushui up from the ground, and then looked at Leng Feiran in shock.

At this time, Leng Feiran in the elevator took out a white handkerchief, and slowly rubbed it on his slender fingers.

Immediately, he dropped the white handkerchief to the ground.

When everyone saw this scene, their expressions suddenly changed.

Before the elevator door closed, Leng Feiran stared at Shengli. There was no trace of emotion in his pitch-black eyes, and his brows and eyes were extremely cold.

Sheng Li looked at Leng Feiran, his face flushed with anger.

At this time, the elevator door was completely closed.

Leng Feiran took the elevator to the corresponding floor, walked into the hotel room, and sat down on the sofa wearily.

Not long after, Sheng Li and others entered the room and began to get busy.

Under Sheng Li's command, several assistants lightly placed incense on them, and chose a soft and soothing music to help them sleep.

Immediately afterwards, Leng Feiran was pushed into the bed by several assistants.

Shengli said to Leng Feiran: "Next, you will continue to work for a week."

"All you have to do today is beat the jet lag and keep yourself in shape."

"However, God, I hope you remember who you are."

"You are just a product packaged by our company."

Hearing Leng Feiran's words, there was a hint of coldness in his pitch-black pupils.

At this moment, after Sheng Li finished speaking, he walked out of the hotel room with a few assistants.

The hotel room door was closed, Leng Feiran looked up at the black night sky.

It was already night in Paris at this time, and the night sky seemed to be painted with a heavy black ink, which looked very dull.

Leng Feiran glanced at the black night, then slowly lowered his eyes, covering the thousands of expressions in his eyes.

He sat quietly on the bed, his whole body seemed to be covered with a faint shadow.

In this way, I don't know how long it has passed.

Suddenly, the screen of Leng Feiran's phone brightened, and a WeChat message popped up.

(End of this chapter)