Le Wenzhou turned his head and was about to get mad when he froze and hurriedly put on his black-rimmed glasses. He wasn't blinded just now, was he? Why did he see a few hair strands floating outside the car window?
One breath, two breaths, Le Wenzhou's heart silently recited. It is not his eyes flower; his hair has been hanging down, as if ...... is a person on the roof of the car lying on his back, sticking his head towards their car to look ......
***
Lighting his cigarette, he landed a match, puffed a mouthful of white smoke, and sighed long.
He picked up Trouble back, and now that Trouble was wearing his T-shirt and shorts, not sleeping very peacefully in his bed, Shit ......
Fei Wu wasn't a cold person, at least, he asked himself he wasn't; it was just that being born as a 21st-century young man with ideals and aspirations who would still pay his taxes on time, there was a limit to how hot and bothered he would be. A person like him, who could never be burnt in warm water, would pick up trouble and go home? That's because the trouble was a little too much trouble.
It was a week earlier, on the afternoon of 19th March, a rainy, wet and cold day that made you wonder if you were about to grow mould.
The place was a cafe with good taste. It just has good taste. The coffee could have been better, but it must be costly.
Fei Wu was here for an appointment; the one who asked him out was a beautiful woman because he was a handsome man; these days, it is so natural for an attractive man to ask out a beautiful woman or a beautiful woman to ask out a lovely man, so he went for the appointment.
Of course, if he attended because the other party was hot and beautiful, things would seem superficial; they would meet for business. Vicky was the hostess of the TV programme, and Fei Wu was the guest she had invited in good faith.
"The Psychic Programme is on!" What kind of rubbish programme name is that? That was the first thought that came to Fei Wu's mind.
In HK, there are so many paranormal programmes that you'll think you live in a cemetery. Turn on the TV, no matter which channel, if you have the heart, you'll find someone who takes you to a haunted house, someone who lives in a house with bad feng shui, and every week, you can see a different paranormal photo of an abandoned well or an old house, making it seem as if you can bump into ghosts anytime on this island.
This was ridiculous to Fei Mo, but in terms of benefits, this was quite favourable to him, as he was a celestial master by profession, or, of course, you could call him a resident. No law says a master's degree graduate with a good body and handsome face can't have that as a profession, so Fei Wu is having a great time, especially in this era where fantastic psychic programs are all the rage. He doesn't even have to catch ghosts to make a profitable living.
It can't be helped: who asked him to be handsome? These days, beautiful men are indeed more desirable ......
"Mr Fei, I'm sorry ......," the beautiful woman called Vicky shook Fei Wu's hand forcefully; the latter responded politely and then felt a little pity. Besides the body already having an escort, such a beautiful woman, average men should feel sympathy, right?
Vicky's boyfriend is her programme producer. From Fei Wu's point of view, he is a little bit shorter than himself, a little bit less handsome than himself, standing with Vicky, a little bit like siblings; of course, this is not the fault of Vicky's immense beauty, it is her boyfriend's fault, a man grows round face, big eyes, is a little bit damn.
Fei Wu noticed Vicky's boyfriend; besides the fact that he is a famous psychic programme producer, there is another unique point: that afternoon, Vicky was busy inviting Fei Wu to appear on the programme. At the same time, her boyfriend was selecting the psychic photographs with a group of staff members; there were both real and fake photos in them, which made Fei Wu surprised to see that all of them were letting that young producer pick them in his hand.
"Mr Faye?" Vicky raised her eyebrows, which were so perfect that they were a bit angry. Was it the first time a man talked to her without looking at her, and he was glancing at her boyfriend? What's there to look at in a man with black glasses who looks like a dead college student?
The staff members whispering and discussing on the side all quieted down. If Vicky used that kind of voice to speak, it would mean that the Queen was not happy.
"I'm sorry, I just find that stack of photos exciting!" Few pointed to the photos in Vicky's boyfriend's hand.
"You think these are creepy too, don't you? Let's use some of these!" As if encouraged, Vicky's boyfriend's eyes lit up, and he smiled happily as if he had won a treasure. It was only then that Fei Wu noticed that he even had dimples.
"What I find interesting is that the ones you're holding in your hand ...... are all real!" Fei Wu pointed out that Vicky, her boyfriend, froze there; the next second, he threw all the photos out; he produced paranormal programmes, but that does not mean he could not afford them.
"You ...... are kidding, right?" I need to find out which staff member asked in a low voice.
"My professional ethics don't allow me to make this kind of joke; I'm a celestial master; my name is Fei Wu."
"Erm ...... I'm the producer of this programme ...... my name is Le Wenzhou."
Does a producer of a psychic programme have to encounter that sort of thing? Since being told by a guest on his programme that he has no luck, psychic programme producer Lok Man Chau has had a lot of "bad luck." Will his programme continue to be aired? Let's wait and see!
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