Zheng Haijun was confused, "What is Mr. Sen?"

Xuanxuan jumped and jumped excitedly, "Uncle Zheng, Master Sen, my male god, my idol, my god! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

After saying that, Xuanxuan went straight to the elevator, leaving only Zheng Haijun with a confused look on the spot. After a pause, Zheng Haijun took out his cell phone and checked Master Sen. After checking, Zheng Haijun was stunned.

A leading figure in a certain field in the world actually came to his hotel, mainly because he didn't know him yet, and more importantly, the man who brought the people was not in good condition.

Zheng Haijun felt like he was dreaming. Thinking about it carefully, since he saw Wang Lang, his life was like a cheat. Although there were still unpleasant things, they could be solved easily.

Wang Lang entered the house with a bearded man. The decoration inside was not luxurious, but it gave people a very comfortable feeling and a very relaxing warm tone.

This is proposed by Wang Lang. Many rich people have skipped the stage of showing off their wealth and are pursuing things that ordinary people have but do not cherish. It is this kind of warm feeling of home, and it has a sense of belonging.

The bearded man opened his arms, leaned up toward the sky, and took a deep breath, "Wang, did you design this?"

"I just said a few words casually, and the rest were made by others." Wang Lang opened the window and stood by the window smoking.

The bearded man lay lazily on the bed with his head resting on his hands.

On the wall facing the bed is a painting hanging, which is a picture of a child running and flying a kite, while his kite is a photo of his mother smiling. The sky is very blue and there is a castle called heaven on it.

The bearded man took off his sunglasses and mask, looked at the painting and suddenly smiled, "When I was a child, my mother often took me to fly kites. I was very happy at that time. Even my drunkard father would fly kites with me sometimes.

Many years have passed in a flash. The children who fly kites have grown up. The people who fly kites with them have gone to heaven. There is a saying here that you say is very good. If your child wants to raise his parents, it is really difficult to speak Chinese. At first, I didn’t understand it, but later I understood it, but I regret everything.”

Wang Lang extinguished the cigarette butts and glanced at the painting on the wall, "You guys just think too much."

The bearded man smiled, as if he remembered something, "Wang, did you say you wanted to sing on the same stage before? Is that little girl just now?"

Wang Lang grinned, "Yes, when you hold a concert tomorrow, you will turn over her brand and let her sing with you. Then the flow will sing above the moon."

The bearded man shook his head and smiled, "You! You are still so playful."

Wang Lang lay on the sofa and grinned, "The little girl despises me for singing Peking Opera, I can't spoof her."

As he was talking, the door was knocked and the bearded man was about to open the door, but Wang Lang stopped him. Wang Lang stood up and obviously guessed who it was.

As soon as the door was opened, Xuanxuan rushed inside. Wang Lang quickly looked and grabbed Xuanxuan's back collar and pulled it out.

After taking a closer look, Wang Lang was angry and laughed. This girl actually put on heavy makeup on the movie and had a few small freckles on her face.

"Wang Lang, what are you doing?" Xuanxuan was angry.

After closing the door, Wang Lang leaned against the door, "What are you not doing? My buddy is sleeping, what do you want to do?"

Xuanxuan suddenly changed her face, smiled and approached Wang Lang, grabbed Wang Lang's arm and swung, "Brother Lang, you are the most handsome, I'm so proud of you, Master Sen is his idol, I'm okay to let others go in and say a few words to his idol." As he said that, Xuanxuan pouted and pretended to be wronged.

Wang Lang pushed it away, "Come on, go naked first, run, otherwise everything will be free."

Xuanxuan had a bitter face, "Wang Lang, reason, you are shameless, who would have thought that you, a stinky dick, actually met Mr. Sen. Wang Lang, my Sima Xuanxuan is willing to accept the loss. I will wait and go naked as agreed, but can you get out of here now and let me in and chat with Mr. Sen and enjoy the future."

"Go to go by."

"Oh, Brother Lang, don't be so cute, are you willing to make people unhappy?"

"I'm willing to give up." Wang Lang smiled.

Xuanxuan stared at Wang Lang with grievance, "Wang Lang, what do you want me to do to let me in?"

"Do you sing well?" Wang Lang asked suddenly.

"It's okay." Xuanxuan nodded.

"Sing it above the moon for me, I'll go in and ask you for an autograph. As for photos and the like, Thomson is not in a hurry to leave for the time being, there are opportunities." Wang Lang smiled against the wall.

Xuanxuan had a bitter face, "But I can't sing."

Wang Lang took out his phone and found the mv and handed it to Xuanxuan, "Learn now, when did you learn it and when will you come to me?"

After talking, Wang Lang returned to the house. After more than ten minutes, Xuanxuan knocked on the door, "Wang Lang, I learned it."

After going out, I listened to Xuanxuan singing, and Wang Lang smiled with satisfaction.

Xuanxuan took off her top and handed it to Wang Lang. After taking it off, she was naked. Unexpectedly, she didn't wear anything under this girl's movie.

Wang Lang felt a toothache, "Why are you wearing nothing underneath?"

"How hot, let's talk about it, it's so small that no one can tell." Xuanxuan said, and then urged Wang Lang to go in and write Thomson's signature on her clothes.

Xuanxuan, who got the signature, stretched her neck and looked inside, jumping away.

After returning to the room, Wang Lang shook his head and smiled, and Thomson was playing with his cell phone.

"Wang, don't you mind if I reveal my location information?" Thomson said.

Wang Lang smiled, "I wish I could do it."

Thomson smiled knowingly, "I have been lonely for a long time, and I like the feeling of being surrounded."

"Come on," Wang Lang laughed and scolded.

"I want to take a shower, do you want to go together?" Thomson asked suddenly.

Wang Lang, who was lying on the sofa, bounced up directly, "No, the soap in the hotel is quite smooth, I'm afraid you won't catch it if you are not careful."

Thomson laughed, "Wang, you are so humorous, you can actually catch it."

"Goodbye!" Wang Lang turned around and left.

After going downstairs, Wang Lang found Zheng Haijun on the first floor. Zheng Haijun kept stretching his neck and looking out. After looking at the time, it was already past ten o'clock in the evening, and no one came. He was a little doubtful if Wang Lang brought the real Master Sen.

"Brother, why don't we hold a warm opening ceremony tomorrow, which is a good sign." Zheng Haijun said.

Wang Lang took out his ears and did not reply to Zheng Haijun, but asked, "Have the houses been cleaned?"

Zheng Haijun nodded, "I cleaned up according to your requirements in the afternoon. What's wrong?"

"Wait for the guests to come."

Zheng Haijun wanted to speak but stopped.

At half past ten, dozens of people suddenly came and shouted that they wanted to stay in a hotel.

There were endless people coming after that.
Chapter completed!