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Chapter 122

Luo Qingning glared at him beautifully.

Under his fine hair, a pair of eyes were dimly shining, the corners of his mouth were raised, and his sharp face was slightly tilted to one side, clearly looking like he was asking for a kiss.

"Ningning, if you are shy, I can help you." Wang Lei couldn't help laughing teasingly.

The corners of Luo Qingning's mouth raised, and she walked over step by step, stretching her face over.

Wang Lei looked expectant, and his heartbeat was even more intense. His little Qing Ning actually took the initiative. God, this is the first time in history.

Luo Qingning's face stopped suddenly a millimeter away from his side,

Her breath was ambiguous in his ear, and she whispered: "Dear Mr. Wang, you may not have seen it, there are still a lot of things waiting for you to deal with."

Just when he was in a daze, he saw her move a large pile of folders to him.

Opening a document, he quickly announced: "Today's itinerary is to discuss cooperation with President Wu of Xinghua Film and Television. It was originally scheduled for the morning, but you fell asleep just now, so I pushed it to the afternoon for you.

Then in the afternoon I had an appointment with Wu Tian’s Mr. Tang, you can only finish lunch within 3 minutes, and then leave immediately. In addition to the original two appointments, there is also a company meeting, which is about the cooperation intention of the next TV series . "

She looked at the time, and her red lips parted slightly: "No, except for the 1 minute just now, you still have 2 minutes."

Wang Lei: "..."

He glanced at more than half of the food in the box, and hurriedly cooked with a bitter face.

Luo Qingning continued: "In addition, I remember you just said that you asked me to help you find a way... about Wang Bing. You once said that he likes art and has talent in that area. I suggest you find a private art school. Then A closed school.

Find him a strict teacher to supervise him. For a person like him, if he is not forced, he will not become a talent.Well, the time is up, we can go. "

Wang Lei was thinking about the feasibility of what she said, when she snatched the lunch box in front of him and pulled him up from the sofa chair.

"Let's go, Mr. Wang, time is running out."

Wang Lei smiled and said, "Qing Ning, you have become a housekeeper before you marry me."

Luo Qingning didn't want to argue with him because of his glib tongue.

In the car, Wang Lei thought about her suggestion and felt that it was indeed possible.

"Later, you can help me check out the private art schools in the imperial capital. The ones are better and the management is stricter."

"Okay, I get it." Luo Qingning said with a serious face, business-like.

Wang Lei put his arms around her small waist, and said domineeringly: "Do you have to talk like this?"

"Let go!"

Under Luo Qingning's intense gaze, Wang Lei hesitated.

After Luo Qingning helped find the school, Wang Lei personally took this guy to the school.

"Brother, let go, I won't go, I won't go, I won't learn anything if I go."

Wang Bing was dragged away by Wang Lei's collar, his waist became bow-shaped, and his toes were on the ground, as if he could not drag me away.

But who is Wang Lei? Ever since he strengthened his physical strength, his strength has become astonishing. Lifting him is like lifting a chicken.

Unexpectedly, this kid was very cunning, he stretched out his foot and hooked a nearby tree, and finally his whole body was entangled in the tree, as if he would rather die than obey.

"Brother, let me tell you, it's not kind of you to do this. I'm such an adult, I have my own arrangements for my own affairs, don't I? You always treat me as a fart, let it go, huh?"

Wang Lei laughed angrily: "Fart? Fart will ask me to pay the bill in the middle of the night? Fart will ask me for rent and living expenses? Wang Bing, let me tell you, if you continue to resist like this, you will die on your own next month. "

Wang Bing turned his mung bean eyes a few times, and finally got down from the tree, and said without backbone: "Go, why don't I go?"

"Get out, let me tell you, if you don't give me a good study, I'll see how I can deal with you." Wang Lei raised his fist and threw the box in front of him. Wang Bing was so scared that he hurriedly ran to the school with the box.

The art school is a full-time adult school, with military management and extremely strict management.

As soon as Wang Bing finished registering, someone confiscated items such as his mobile phone, and even the few packets of snacks and little books he had secretly taken were also confiscated.

The students who signed up murmured.

"What the hell school still accepts mobile phones? We are all adults, and we usually have a lot of things to do. What should we do if we take away our mobile phones?"

"Yes, we will study hard, give us back the mobile phone."

A few tall, thin men in camouflage uniforms stood in front of the students. Judging from their clothes, they looked like well-trained soldiers.

The man in the middle is tall and thin, with a cold face, looking at this group of "adults" who are used to staying in the greenhouse, he sneered and said: "Here, I'm afraid you are staring at that thing every day.

Let me tell you, starting today, since you have entered the gate of our school, everything must follow the school's rules and regulations.The mobile phone is confiscated every morning, and you are allowed to play for an hour from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-] in the evening, and it will be confiscated after [-]:[-], so please set the time to that time if you have something to do.

Now, everyone gathers, immediately forms a file, turns right, and runs for ten kilometers. "

"What? I have to run. My god, we are here to study, not to run." A little fat man shouted.

His life is incompatible with the movement, and he insists on refusing it.

"Run!"

The black-faced man waved the small leather whip in his hand, scaring the little fat man to rush out quickly.

After running ten kilometers, Wang Bing was so tired that his heart almost jumped out, his feet were shaking, and they were driven to the playground like a flock of ducks.

Right above the playground, a man with a fat head was talking: "Our Perfect Art School is very important in the entire imperial capital, do you know how many celebrities in the imperial capital are from our perfect art?

It is precisely because we have iron-like discipline that we can cultivate so many talents..."

Wang Bing glanced at the bodyguards in all directions on the playground. They were all wearing camouflage uniforms with a small leather whip on their waists.

He only glanced at the small leather whip, and hurriedly turned his eyes away, and he could recall the pain from being whipped just now.

Shit, I finally know why you Perfection has produced so many talents, all of them are produced by whipping.

After the orientation meeting is over, there are some health training related to military training, quilts are folded into cubes, and clothes are put on for 3 minutes...

In the evening, Wang Bing lay on the bed dragging his body that was about to fall apart, holding the precious mobile phone he had just brought back, and he was about to cry.

He found Hong Hong's name in the address book and dialed it.

"Hey, Brother Bing, how is it? Is school fun?"

Wang Bing said with a sad face: "Honghong, I want to go home, I am so miserable..."