After the recording was played, Qin Feng put the phone in his trouser pocket.
He picked up the ornaments on the ground, placed them in place with the traces on the bar table, and then put the wine bottle, glass and two coasters on the table into the inner chamber of the bar.
After doing all this, Qin Feng turned to the sofas in the corner and pushed them along the traces on the ground, not inward like Zhan Xuesong did, but outward, returning the sofas to their original position before they were moved. Then he walked towards the chat area.
In the process, the casual smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his pace also changed.
The size of one step, the way he walks, the direction of his toes... Qin Feng in the camera has unknowingly completed the transformation. If the frame-by-frame screenshots of these few seconds are put together, it might be like looking at human beings backwards. The illusion of an evolutionary diagram - because his back is also hunched, his whole person has changed from a confident man with a high head to an ordinary man with a sloppy step.
Qin Feng straightened his back vigorously. It was obviously a normal action, but it felt completely different from the one he had just made. It was as if there was an upstart who had not received strict etiquette education and was trying hard to pretend to be stylish. In fact, deep down inside His philistinism and petty ambitions are still clearly exposed.
He walked to the bookcase and found the contract and the trademarked certificate in the folder one by one. After looking through them, he put them back exactly as they were.
Immediately afterwards, Qin Feng sat next to the coffee table - before sitting down, he looked at the relative positions of the coffee table and the chair - he crossed his legs in an extremely artificial way and shook his feet. He glanced at the password prompt and entered "666". The computer turns on.
As the three chat records were opened, a hint of impatience first flashed across his face, and then he cursed a few viciously in a low voice. It seemed that he was venting his anger, but he accidentally revealed a little panic. After that, his eyes changed from "Jing" The conversation with "Sister" turned to the window with "Unimportant Black Meeting". A smile appeared on the lips, a bit of joy flashed in the narrowed eyes, and the external expression showed satisfaction and Peace of mind.
Finally, Qin Feng's eyes fell on the third chat window. As his fingers moved on the touch screen, several message records appeared in chronological order.
…
[Jingjing]: Xiao Xiao, I’m really red! you are great!
[Xiao Zhanggui]: Of course, I don’t want to see who your boyfriend is #叼卷 proudly
[Jingjing]: I will continue to work hard! I'll leave the other work to you!
[Jingjing]: When we make enough money in the past two years, we can get married!
[Xiao Zhanggui]: Okay, come on, baby
[Xiao Zhanggui]: It’s enough for you to just live broadcast and shoot short videos. I’ll do all the hard work #rose
[Quietly]: Hehe
[Quietly]: Today I also want to say 9163, 2143, 6243~
[Xiao Zhanggui]: 21436243!
…
[Jingjing]: Xiao Xiao, I’m not going back today. My sister is coming to see me. I’ll take her out for a walk.
[Xiao Zhanggui]: Really? Didn't you secretly go out with another man?
[Quietly]: What did you say?
[Jingjing]: [Photograph with sister Jingjing]
[Quietly]: Look!
[Xiao Zhanggui]: Hahaha, I’m just teasing you. You guys are having fun. If you don’t have enough money, ask me for #roses.
[Quietly]: Yeah, yeah
…
[Jingjing]: Xiao Xiao, why don’t you let me transform?
[Jingjing]: I have reached the end of my career as an Internet celebrity. In the past month, my popularity has dropped seriously. As you can see, I have been resting on my laurels and not developing.
[Jingjing]: YX Entertainment contacted me. What a great opportunity. I have always wanted to officially enter the entertainment industry. Didn’t you also support me at the beginning?
[Xiao Zhanggui]: Jingjing, Internet celebrity is the foundation of the two of us. You are doing this too suddenly. I am under great pressure.
[Xiao Zhanggui]: It’s not like you don’t know that I’m so nostalgic. Can you let me think about it again?
[Xiao Zhanggui]: Are you not going to stay with me anymore?
[Quietly]: Ah...
[Quietly]: Okay, I’m sorry, then think about it again
…
[Quietly]: Xiao Zhanggui, let me tell you, don’t even try to hide from me to the ends of the earth.
[Jingjing]: I'm already on my way here. We must make it clear today!
…
Qin Feng turned off his laptop, put down his legs and leaned back on the chair. He crossed his hands on his lower abdomen and looked forward vaguely as if there was no specific focus. His temperament was no longer as frivolous as before, and his face was expressionless. The silence was terrifying.
[I got goosebumps]
[Is it coming?]
[Although it is a wind chime, I do think that our husband has some mental problems. . . ]
Boom!
The barrage seemed to be frightened by Qin Feng's sudden hammering of the coffee table, and they all became silent.
Qin Feng let out a deep sigh, stood up, and pushed the chair back a few centimeters.
He walked quickly to the open space next to him, but without a destination. Then he took out the mobile phone in his trouser pocket, dialed a number, and put the mobile phone to his ear irritably. He breathed heavily and walked around in circles in a messy manner. .
As if the call was connected, Qin Feng blinked impatiently: "Hello."
"Are you sure you got rid of that damn girl? -Have the surveillance been disabled? -Okay, it's fine!"
He put down the phone, the rise and fall of his chest became less obvious, and then made a second call.
"...Have you seen Tao Jing? Already downstairs? Trash! What are you doing to eat if you can't stop me?!"
Maybe it was what was said over there. Qin Feng listened for a few seconds and rolled his eyes anxiously, "Okay, let her come up if you can't stop her."
He hung up the call angrily, walked around twice more, then paused for a second, and then walked quickly towards the bar.
…
During the break in the announcement, Ding Mingqian, who was watching the sixth round of "Entertainment Intern" with the audience, took a breath.
He finally understood why Qu Nan and Ni Wentai looked like they had seen a ghost.
Brother Qin, is this a live restoration?
"Why didn't I think of that!"
It not only showcases acting skills, but also fits the character's setting and personality. This idea is really brilliant!
Ding Mingqian slapped his forehead and continued to look down with both admiration and reluctance.
"It's so powerful. After restoring the props on site, I improvised the whole process...wait, isn't it!"
He dragged the progress bar back, took a screenshot, pulled it forward again, clicked pause, and compared the paused screen with the screenshot.
……Depend on.
Ding Mingqian once again had that familiar sense of fantasy questioning himself, "Am I really living in the world of science?"
Because Qin Jue pulled back when he stood up from the coffee table, the distance the chair legs moved was exactly the same as the previous scene!
She moved her chair forward when she sat down. When she first saw it, no one noticed this small movement. They just thought it was "Qin Feng" who wanted to sit closer to the front so that it would be easier to read the computer.
But I didn’t expect that this was also a foreshadowing setting!
You - are you okay?
There’s no need to dig out the details and restore it to this point!
Ding Mingqian was speechless for a moment, and his mood was very complicated. If he had to describe it, he would be "unable to complain."
He looked along the progress bar again, and the more he looked, the more awed he became. He was waiting attentively to see how Qin Feng would behave when he walked to the bar, but the scene cut away at this moment.
"oops……"
Ding Mingqian smiled helplessly, but did not click on the double speed or fast forward, and continued to watch the clips of Luo Hanzhang (Luo Han).
