dognovel Chapter 153 Too Much Noise
Chapter 153 Too Much Noise
Chen Feng didn't agree with the other party's idea and advised: "You want to spend the Spring Festival in China? Save it. If you are worried that I will lie to you, then don't worry, I will definitely write to you. There is no need to stay for this reason You are a queen here, so you must have a lot of work at hand, so don’t let it stop you from making money.”
Taylor Swift curled her lips and said calmly: "You can't make enough money, so I just happened to take this opportunity to be lazy and give myself a month-long vacation."
Seeing her firm attitude, Chen Feng was a little hesitant, but he didn't say anything more. After all, they were here to help him, so he couldn't drive others away, right?
However, Zhao Qinghan was obviously a little excited. He pulled the other party and smiled and said: "Meimei, are you really planning to celebrate the festival with us? That's great. I will take you to eat various delicacies from our country, and you will definitely be satisfied." This line."
"Okay, I have long heard that your country has a lot of delicious food, but I have never had the chance. I will eat enough this time."
Chen Feng glanced at the two chattering girls and said calmly: "Since you plan to stay for a long time, you don't have to decide on a hotel. You might as well come home with us to save money."
"No problem, I don't want to stay in a hotel either. It's too boring for me to be alone." Taylor Swift readily accepted this proposal, and if she stayed in a hotel, her popularity would probably cause quite a stir, which would indeed be troublesome. .
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After several people had dinner, Chen Feng sent Luo Ziyi and Bai Yaru back to their residences, and then drove back to the large flat where he and Zhao Qinghan lived.
After entering the room, Taylor Swift looked around and couldn't help but praise: "Yes, your place looks very cozy, much better than staying in a hotel." Then she couldn't wait to ask: "Where is my room?"
Chen Feng took her to the door of his bedroom, "Well, to express your welcome, I will give you my room. Don't dislike it, I have barely lived here, and the bedding is all new."
Taylor Swift walked into the room and took a look. Sure enough, she found that the bed was neat and tidy. At first glance, no one had lived there. "No one? Then where do you usually live?"
Hearing this question, Zhao Qinghan's face turned red and he whispered: "He usually lives with me."
"Ah? Sorry, I forgot that you two are a couple. Really, you still have to eat dog food when you come here. I just hope that you two will be quieter at night..."
"Ahem," Chen Feng coughed twice and said awkwardly, "It's getting late, and I have to participate in a show tomorrow. You should go to bed early. The bathroom is next to it."
Taylor Swift spread her hands and said helplessly: "Okay, but I probably won't sleep well tonight because I'm jet-lagged..."
"You fall down slowly. The two of us are going to rest first. If you need anything, remember to call me." Chen Feng said and exited the bedroom, and thoughtfully closed the door for the other party.
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Late at night, Zhao Qinghan noticed the hands on his body and said dissatisfied: "No, Meimei is right next to him..."
"It's okay, let's keep the voice down so she can't hear you."
Zhao Qinghan couldn't stand his constant teasing and complained: "I don't know how much energy you have every day."
Chen Feng laughed evilly and said, "Hey, it's mainly because you are too charming."
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In the bedroom next to her, Taylor Swift suffered from insomnia as expected. She was still lying on the bed trying to catch up on jet lag, but she didn't know how long it had been and she still didn't feel sleepy.
Just when she was bored with her cell phone, she suddenly heard a vague voice coming from the next room. She couldn't help but blush, and just hoped that the other party would end it quickly.
But how could she have imagined that Chen Feng's fighting power would be so powerful? The noise between the two lasted for nearly an hour before they gradually subsided.
"Isn't it said that even Asian men are not good? That guy is so strong?" Taylor Swift couldn't help but complain in a low voice, thinking of Chen Feng's slender and strong figure, lying in bed thoughtfully.
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At noon the next day, Zhao Qinghan saw that Taylor Swift had not moved yet and asked in a low voice: "Meimei hasn't gotten up so late, do you want to call her?"
Chen Feng nodded. As soon as he walked to the door of the bedroom, he saw the door in front of him suddenly opened. He looked up and saw Taylor Swift wearing a pair of tight pajamas, which outlined her hot figure, but the other person's eyes were blind. God, and with disheveled hair, it is obvious that he is not yet fully awake.
"Are you awake? Can you put your clothes on first? Then come out and wash your face to wake up. It's time to have lunch."
Taylor Swift didn't take it seriously. She went straight to the bathroom and washed her face with cold water. She felt sober and then returned to the room to get dressed.
After she sat down at the dining table, Chen Feng filled a bowl of rice and handed it to her, joking: "You are suffering from jet lag right now? You slept until noon. If you don't get up, we will be late."
Thinking of what happened last night, Taylor Swift was about to say something, but she swallowed it again, glared at the other person fiercely, picked up the chopsticks and started to eat.
"Wow, this dish is delicious. Qinghan's cooking skills are really amazing."
Zhao Qinghan's face turned red and he said coquettishly: "I don't know how to cook. This is made by Chen Feng. If it's delicious, eat more. At first, he was worried that you wouldn't be able to eat it, so he specially fried a steak for you... "
"Huh?" Taylor Swift exclaimed, stopped the chopsticks in her hand, and said in surprise: "Chen can also cook? I can't tell. I thought he was a more macho man."
Zhao Qinghan quickly shook his head and explained: "No, he usually cooks, and he is very good to me."
"Well, I can see that you are very happy, and I'm a little envious of you."
Chen Feng glanced at the time and urged: "You two beauties, hurry up and eat. We'll be late after we've been waiting for a while..."
. . .
At two o'clock in the afternoon, tens of millions of netizens are either sitting in front of their computers or holding their mobile phones, eagerly waiting for the broadcast of I Am the King of Singer.
Fortunately, they were not kept waiting. When the time reached two o'clock, Tengfei Video officially opened the live broadcast room of I Am the King of Singer on time.
More than 20 million netizens who were suffering frantically rushed into the live broadcast room, and the barrage was instantly occupied by dense text.
"Has it finally started airing? I can't wait."
"The finals are here, excited."
"What's so exciting upstairs?"
"Nonsense, no matter whose fan you are, you should be excited right now, right?"
"Fans of King Zhou come to report."
“Lin Xun fans came to report.
"Chen Feng fans come to report."
"..."