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Chapter 143: Chapter 142 a group of violent maniacs
When Yang Lan first arrived, she saw Shen Chengjing holding ou Yibei’s arm. She was holding her phone, deep in thought. After greeting ou yibei, he walked out with a cold face, his pace a little anxious. “Shen Chengjing, I didn’t expect you and best actor Gu to be old friends.”She carried her bag and walked forward. Seeing that the things on the table had not been touched, she sat down without asking. The waiter came forward, cleaned up the broken flower pot, and quietly retreated to the side. “No,”Shen Chengjing said. She looked around and couldn’t find Ah Ze. “I found that you have quite a good relationship with people.”Yang Lanchu kept sizing up Shen Chengjing and couldn’t help but praise her. Hearing Yang Lanchu’s words, Shen Chengjing smiled slightly and pouted her red lips. “How can that be? I’m just a newcomer. I hope that senior will take care of me in the future.” Yang Lanchu was proud and arrogant. She had seen it for herself last time! However, compared to Shen Ziqian, she was still young! A person who could show his emotions on his face would definitely not be that bad. On the contrary, a person who revealed a smile but did not reveal it was hard to guard against when he was ruthless. “What senior? He’s just a second-tier player.”When Yang Lanchu heard it, her face was filled with joy! But she couldn’t help but sigh with disappointment. She thought that Shen Chengjing would mock her, and with her relationship with Ou Yibei, she could step on her directly. But, Shen Chengjing actually praised her? But when she thought of the relationship between Shen Chengjing and Zhou Yuncheng, her face darkened again, and the hand holding the phone tightened. “It’s better than an unknown person like me, isn’t it?”Shen Chengjing blinked and said with a faint smile. She even poured a cup of sour plum soup for her. When Yang Lanchu heard that, she reached out and gently brushed her hair. She leaned against the chair and raised her chin arrogantly, as if she was indeed very high and mighty. “Du.”At this moment, Shen Chengjing’s phone rang. It was a text message from Mo Yanchen. It was only a few words: “Don’t let your imagination run wild.” She frowned. How could she let her imagination run wild? “Are you very close to Young Master Zhou?”Yang Lanchu looked at the way she looked at the message. Although her brows were furrowed, there was a happy smile on her face. She could not help but ask. “I’m not familiar with him. The first time I saw him was on the day we acted together.”Shen Chengjing curled her lips and answered after some thought. She was indeed not familiar with Zhou Yuncheng. It seemed that they had only met less than three times. “Is that so?”Yang Lanchu looked at her strangely when she heard that. She knew that Shen Chengjing was very pretentious. She dared to do it but did not dare to admit it. Now, it seemed that it was true. She had clearly seen the intimate scene between her and Zhou Yuncheng the last time. This time, she said that they were not familiar with each other. “Of course.”Shen Chengjing frowned and looked at Yang Lanchu’s bitter smile. She was also puzzled. Yang Lanchu held the sour plum soup and shook it a few times. He did not drink it. With a “PA”sound, he placed the cup heavily on the table. With his hand on the table, he stood up and looked down at Shen Chengjing. “This sour plum soup is too fake.” When she spoke, she was almost gnashing her teeth. Shen Chengjing looked at her inexplicably. “Fake? Really?”After seeing Yang Lanchu leave, she picked up the cup and took a sip. She felt that the taste was very authentic. Yang Lanchu twisted her body. She felt her waist as she walked on the road. She flipped through the photo on her phone and then found a cell phone number. She anonymously sent it over. “Ah Ze.”Shen Chengjing drank the sour plum soup and casually called out that name. As expected, the devilish child Ah Ze appeared as quickly as he could. He stood in front of her with an extremely respectful attitude, as if he had never done anything wrong. “Madam.” “In the future, don’t randomly hit people.”She let out a long sigh and rubbed her temples with a slight headache. “If brother Chen were here, he would definitely cripple his hand,”ah ze said indifferently. It was as if he had thrown himself over her shoulder, which was a light punishment. My God, when did she get into trouble with this group of violent maniacs?