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Chapter 7 African sexy male cockroach cosplaying as Grandpa Cow riding Zhuangzhuang's mother across the road
Besides, Nazha has such long legs.

It would be a shame not to ride a tricycle.

If I could let Nazha ride the tricycle while I cupping her from behind, it would be perfect.

"Zhou Le?"

Just when he was thinking about what kind of array to use to cupping Nazha, a man with an afro suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Le.

Zhou Le was startled.

However, when Zhou Le saw the other person's face clearly.
"Fuck, Baldy Qiang?"

Zhao Yingjun: “???”

But Zhou Le soon realized: "I'm sorry, Mr. Xuecun, I really like your songs. I listened to them every day when I was in school."

Zhao Yingjun: “??? Which song?”

"That's right, people from Northeast China are all living Lei Fengs."

Zhao Yingjun also showed a satisfied smile on his face: "Haha, as long as you like it, please support my songs in the future. But my name is Zhao Yingjun."

Zhou Le: "???"

He had indeed never heard of this name before.

Although I have seen him on the list of this movie, he does not match the real person at all. After all, Zhao Yingjun looks too similar to Bald Qiang and Xuecun.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao."

"Haha, it's okay. You're not the only one who says this to me, but it's good this way. It makes it easier for others to remember me." Zhao Yingjun was in a good mood and was not angry. Instead, he felt that Zhou Le was very interesting and not restrained at all.

Just at this time Yu Qian also came.

After greeting everyone, Yu Qian sat down next to Zhou Le.

"Congratulations, you recorded two crews at the same time."

"Brother Qian, this is all thanks to you. Without you, I wouldn't be who I am today."

"Wow, you talk as if you were born from my belly."

"Brother Qian, the so-called support is like a rebirth. It's not an exaggeration to say so. If you don't mind, I'd like to call you."

"Haha, not really."

Yu Qian added, "Just do it."

Zhou Le nodded: "Godmother, I will be your godson from now on."

Yu Qian: “???”

Zhou Le: "Didn't you say I looked like I was born from your belly? Calling me mom is not an exaggeration."

In fact, Zhou Le did not reject these things. According to seniority, he should at least be called "uncle". Zhou Le's parents had passed away a long time ago in this world. To Zhou Le, Yu Qian could indeed be said to be his benefactor, so there was no loss in recognizing him as a relative.

"Hahaha, me? Being your mother? Never heard of it!"

After a few greetings, Dapeng also started the meeting.

But there wasn't much that needed to be revised in the script, so I mainly talked about the upcoming schedule, approximate schedule, and filming location.

The meeting lasted more than two hours.

After that, Dapeng took Zhou Le to get a room. They would stay there for a few days, pack up and then go to Pinggu District for filming.

Although the script says it is set in Ji'an, most of the scenes in this part were built and filmed in BJ.

Although the office and preparation venue are currently in Jiuxian Apartment, that is because the price here is relatively cheap. As for accommodation, it still has to be in a high-end hotel.

The disadvantage is that you need to run back and forth, but the price can save you a lot of money.

However, just as they were returning to the hotel, Yu Qian suddenly spoke up: "That Le'er."

Zhou Le nodded: "Hey, Mom, you tell me."

Yu Qian sneered: "Don't call me mom, it's too harsh. I meant that we should follow each other on Weibo."

Zhou Le heard: "Okay."

"What's your Weibo name?" Yu Qian asked.

Zhou Le: "A sexy African male cockroach cosplaying as a bull riding on Zhuangzhuang's mother across the road."

Yu Qian: “???”

"What? Africa what?"

Zhou Le repeated it calmly: "A sexy African male cockroach cosplaying as a bull grandpa riding Zhuangzhuang's mother across the road." At this moment, Zhou Le suddenly felt the temperature in the car drop by several degrees.

Everyone couldn't help but take a breath.

Dapeng was stunned: "Is this a name a human could come up with?"

Nazha also burst out laughing at the first moment, but he was planning to pay attention to Zhou Le just now, but when he heard this name, he suddenly felt a little disgusted.

My follow list is basically filled with celebrities in the circle.

Suddenly, a sexy African male cockroach cosplayed as Grandpa Bull rode Zhuangzhuang's mother across the road.

Does this sound like a word?

But Zhou Le had no choice: "I want to change it too, but Weibo limits it to one change per year. I can't change it this year, so I can only use it until the end of the year."

Dapeng: "Isn't it enough to just become a member?"

Zhou Le sighed: "Don't you have to pay to become a member?"

Dapeng was helpless: "I'll open one for you, but you'd better change your name immediately, otherwise when you want to promote it, your name will suddenly appear."

As Dapeng spoke, his voice suddenly became softer.

Then he met Zhou Le's eyes.

At this moment, they both saw a flash of inspiration in each other's eyes.

"I have an idea."

The two spoke at the same time.

"You speak first."

The two of them said in unison again.

"Together?"

The two nodded.

Then they took out their cell phones and wrote a sentence on them.

What Zhou Le wrote was: "Let's make the best of a bad situation."

Er Dapeng wrote: "The name is used as a gimmick during publicity."

Finally, show what you have written.

"Hahaha, we were thinking the same thing. Teachers, let's all follow Le'er's Weibo. If your fans ask who this is, just ignore them."

Everyone understood the meaning at once.

It’s just that Zhou Le’s name is too long.

So Zhou Le had to follow first, and then they could follow back.

But Zhou Le's first focus was on Guli Nazha, and Nazha couldn't help but exclaimed when she saw Zhou Le.

"You have so many fans? Weren't you always an extra before?"

Zhou Le: "Yeah, but my account is an account, and I am a person. I used to like posting things online, and over time I accumulated some fans."

"Let me see."

Yu Qian also opened Zhou Le’s Weibo.

"Wow, these are all jokes, Le'er, if you had told me earlier that you had this ability, I would have recruited you into Deyun Club."

"Forget about Deyun Club. There are too many rules. I'm a more free-spirited person. Besides, I earn more by filming."

Zhou Le declined.

But then they added each other on WeChat.

"Xiao Le, what's your WeChat number?" Guli Nazha asked again, "Add me as a friend so we can go out together."

Because Zhou Le was young and spoke in an interesting and pleasant way, she used a more intimate name for him.

Zhou Le directly took out the QR code.

Nazha scanned and added the friend.

But she was stunned again: "A crazy and charming old man crawls under the bed at two in the morning and licks cockroaches and jade feet?"

(End of this chapter)