Crossover Actors [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 69

    Putting his finger on the control button, Lu Wen didn't press it. He stared at the Bentley who was about to turn onto the road through the window. Realizing that there were too many seconds left, he said, "Ah... how much time do you add?

    " I don’t know either.”

    Lu Wen’s thoughts were a little messed up, and he said, “Don’t be too late.”

    “Well, what about you?” Qu Yanting asked him, “During the call that day, you said you were very busy this week. Are you tired? ?"

    Lu Wen didn't tell Qu Yanting the real situation, he was so big, he was beaten and monitored, he couldn't tell. "It's okay." He said, "Then you are busy, I won't bother you." I do

    n't know if it was an illusion, but Qu Yanting heard a trace of disappointment from Lu Wen's tone, hung up the line, and turned the steering wheel to merge into the traffic under the setting sun.

    Lu Wen stared at the receding Bentley, eyes fixed.

    Why did Qu Yanting lie? What are you going to do without letting him know? Besides this time, have you ever lied to him?

    The buttocks of the car were almost out of sight, and Lu Wen had no time to think anymore, his emotions overwhelmed his reason, and he said, "Uncle Yan, follow up with that Bentley just now."

    Old Yan persuaded him, "Don't mess around."

    Lu Wen leaned over Grabbing the driver's seat, he urged: "If you don't drive again, I will make a big fuss!" He squeezed his whole body between the driver and the co-pilot, "Follow up! Yan Zhiguo!"

    Old Yan stared sideways at the ancestor, but I also understand that if you are really anxious and confused, you might dare to break the window and jump out.     He kicked the accelerator and turned onto the road. He said worriedly, "What if your dad—"

    Lu Wen interrupted, "How much does my dad pay you? I'll pay you five times."

He took a taxi and said: "The key is why are you following people? It's unreasonable. You are a public figure now, so don't be impulsive in everything."

    Lu Wen's left ear went into his right ear, and he reminded: "Hurry up, follow closely."

    "If you follow too closely, you will be discovered." Lao Yan gave up persuading. Optimistically, the boss asked him to be responsible for picking up and dropping off, as long as people didn't run away under his nose, it should be fine.

    The two cars kept a certain distance, and Lu Wen sat back, his eyes following the roof of the Bentley the whole time. The sky darkened, and the neon lights all lit up at a certain moment.

    Forty minutes later, Qu Yanting drove into an old street. There is a Chinese-style house at the end of the street, which used to be the former residence of a civil servant in the late Qing Dynasty. It was bought and renovated a few years ago and renamed "Qingxiaotang".

    Bentley went in through the side door and was finally out of sight.

    "What's the matter?" Old Yan asked.

    "Putting aside first." Lu Wen looked at the plaque hanging on the lacquered door, not satisfied with waiting outside like a paparazzi, "Uncle Yan, are you hungry, I invite you in for a meal?"

    Old Yan smiled confidently: " You can't get in."

    "Why?" Lu Wen frowned, "Only accept appointments?"