"Uncle Ninth, Aunt Ninth, you are back. I have something to ask Aunt Ninth. Aunt Ninth, I won't waste your time, right?"
The man has a clean smile and a young face.
Lanxixi quickly locks the characters in the profile:
Bo Chunfeng, 24 years old, the son of Lao Wu, looks cute and harmless, but in fact he is full of evil, and is often worse than those who appear evil.
It won't be easy for him to suddenly jump out now.
Lan Xixi kept silent and raised a polite smile: "Well, I'm free now, what can I do for you?"
Bo Chunfeng smiled: "Actually, it's not a big deal. Everyone knows that I like chasing stars. Aunt Jiu is very familiar with the artists in the industry. Can you help me get autographed photos of some celebrities?
As for Ran Bingbing, Li Yuanyuan, Wang Chumo, and Feng Yingying, if Aunt Nine can help, I will definitely be grateful."
As he spoke, he clasped his hands together to make a request, as if he were a star-chasing teenager.
Lan Xixi breathed a sigh of relief, it turned out to be a small matter.
She thought that with Bo Zhanye's ability, it would not be difficult to get those people's signatures, and he had to answer when he asked...
But at this moment, Bo Zhanye held her hand and said to Bo Chunfeng:
"I don't have time, I'm very busy. You have all the time to chase stars, so why not focus on your career. If you ask such boring questions again, go to the ancestral hall and copy scriptures with your uncle."
Without saying anything, he took Lan Xixi and went directly back to the house.
The door is closed.
Lan Xixi looked at Bo Zhanye in confusion: "What's wrong? It's just a signature. It's easy for you to do it. Why are you so cold to him? Yaomei is your only friend at home. Wouldn't it be better to accept more of your own people?"
"
Bo Zhanye glanced at her without saying anything, and took out his mobile phone to search one by one for the celebrities Bo Chunfeng mentioned just now.
As a result, Jian Mei frowned: "Take a good look and see if you want to use it for yourself."
The phone was thrown into his hand.
Lan Xixi picked it up and was frightened when she saw it.
The Wang Chumo that Bo Chunfeng mentioned just now is not a popular celebrity, but an unknown lyricist who died three years ago!
Asking for a dead man’s signature! It’s clearly a test!
"What a risk. I almost said that I could get it, but with Lan Jiao's understanding of people in the circle, she would have asked questions immediately, so after a comparison, I directly exposed the secret. Fortunately, you are cautious."
Lan Xixi was afraid, so she complained again:
"I would say your family is like the Legend of Zhen Huan. There are pitfalls everywhere and swords everywhere. If you are not careful, you will be doomed and you will not be able to survive."
Bo Zhanye narrowed his long eyes: "People's hearts are like this. Even the biological parents cannot be trusted."
Lan Xixi was stunned, looking at the lonely and tall figure under the light, and suddenly felt that it was not easy for him to grow up in such an environment full of intrigues and dangers.
Because of these, he forged his indifferent character.
She calmed down and asked, "Tell me, what does he know? What should I do?"
Bo Zhanye put away the cold air around him, looked at her, and lifted his lips:
"It's just a test, it should be suspicion. Just to be on the safe side, you should get to know the people and things in the circle tonight and look at Lan Jiao's work information."
"okay."
On the other side, the room.
As soon as Bo Chunfeng returned to the room, his wife Chu Chuning came up to him: "How is it? Did you ask anything? How did she answer?"
Since they first discovered that Lan Jiao was abnormal, they watched all the programs about Lan Jiao every day. Finally, they discovered that the previous Lan Jiao was thin and proud, with an outstanding temperament, but now Lan Jiao is plump and charming, with a lovely face, completely
Two different temperaments.
If people change their appearance, there must be a reason.
They came to the conclusion: Lanjiao either had plastic surgery or was fake!
Now, be sure to confirm it.
Bo Chunfeng sat on the sofa and took a sip of water: "I didn't answer. Uncle Jiu was very angry that I was not focusing on the right thing and took her back to the room. But the way she looked at that time was that she obviously wanted to answer, and there was no problem."
Chu Chuning sat over and frowned: "Is that plastic surgery?"