"Pooh, ha ha!" the waiter's little brother couldn't stand up with a smile, "fellow townsman, ha ha ha!"

"Cough..." Rong Junyi coughed twice and subconsciously moved his chair.

Shu Cheng saw the man's obvious disgusting action. Many people around him couldn't stand up with a straight smile. He helped the eye frame and looked very calm.

Didn't you just say something wrong? Why don't they?

Zhou yaoyu also wanted to ridicule the teenager like this. Didn't she say the wrong sentence "you grew up when I ate!"? Why don't you?

I think everyone mentioned that he was like this——

"Did you watch wake up? Zhou yaoyu is so handsome in it!"

"Are you talking about the Golden Horse movie Emperor Zhou yaoyu? Oh ~ I missed his new play?!"

But now, everyone talks about Zhou yaoyu——

"Have you seen gone with the wind? Zhou yaoyu and Shu Cheng are super friendly to the play!"

"Zhou yaoyu?"

"That's right! The one in" Showtime "isn't funny!"

In addition to such people, those in the entertainment circle who are good friends and those who are not good friends remember this black history. If they have nothing to do, they will bring it up.

……

However, Shu Cheng's words from the hot pot restaurant made everyone accept the impression that Shu Cheng was a man from Sichuan. Shu Cheng, who took off his mask, was not identified by everyone, but there were still a few sharp eyed people talking.

"That man looks like Shucheng!"

"Don't dream, just look like me. How could Shu Cheng come to this hot pot shop!?"

"Yes! But they do look alike!"

"Shu Cheng is from Jiangcheng. How can he speak such authentic Sichuan dialect? Look at his style. He is obviously an ordinary college dog. I don't know where you can see that he looks like Shu Cheng. Shu Cheng is my male god!"

……

Shu Cheng lifted up his lips, his eyes were full of music, lowered his voice and said, "cut, I've already planned all this."

Rong Junyi looked at the young man's proud look, and his dark eyes were filled with a little smile. The child felt ashamed and found a step for himself!

Shu Cheng looked at the smile in Rong Junyi's eyes. Many people around him laughed and frowned.

At the next moment, the young man patted the table and rose to the sky, Cao speaking a Sichuan Dialect:

"Does anyone want a white drink? It's my treat!"

The eyes of many rough men around immediately lit up, and there was a glimmer of doubt in their eyes.

Rong Junyi picked his eyebrows. The child is like this. These people who laugh at him are going to be beaten by the routine!

"What a treat?"

Shu Cheng smiled, "this is not nonsense! Man, you have money and willfulness! Don't you drink white?"

We all know that there is no free lunch in the world. Many people look at each other and don't know what the teenagers are doing.

"I invite you to drink white. You should not have heard what I said before. Is this a good deal?" the eyes under the boy's thick black glasses flashed a trace of banter.

Many brave boys and even several girls stood up.

"Certainly not!"

"Good man, pride!"

"Absolutely not!"

Shu Cheng's dark eyes looked at the scene and shouted to the boss in Sichuan Dialect: "boss, more bottles of nutrition express!"

People in the hot pot shop: "... Express... Line... Wipe... NIMA... How white!