b city.
28a, Block 1, Fairview Garden.
Sang Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes fell on the security door in front of him, and rang the doorbell.
She doesn't have much time, the broken Tianyan Mirror can only last about three hours, which is about six hours, a quarter of a day. During this time, she wanted to find Jiang Yanji herself, persuade her, and take her back to that world together.
It took her an hour to find out the author of "The Sweet Wife: The Ninety-Nine Runaway Wife of Han Wang", whose real name is Jiang Yan, lives here.
Although he had already called in advance, Sang Yuan was still a little nervous.
She moved her soft arms, trying to make herself look more energetic.
The heavy anti-theft door was quickly pulled open from the inside.
A woman with crossed hair and slippers appeared lazily behind the door, seeing Sang Yuan's appearance clearly, a toothbrush fell from her mouth.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." speechless.
"Fuck, it's really a long distance from the actress! Husband!" The woman turned back and shouted into the room, "I'm coming to see the superstar! Emma superstar looks good without makeup!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." speechless x2.
Wait, husband? Does she have a husband? Forget it, it's going to rain, and my mother is going to get married.
A gentle man with eyes appeared behind Jiang Yan.
He smiled gently and said: "Please come in and talk, don't worry about Xiaoyan, she has this temperament."
Sang was stunned.
Jiang Yan grabbed the man's hand: "This is Sang Yuan Yuan! Big star! Husband, you are not excited at all!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
It's not easy to get into a husband's house.
"Ah!" I saw Jiang Yan suddenly jumped up, "Wait, Sang Yuan, didn't you come to trouble me? I have to explain in advance that when I wrote about King Han's doting on his wife, you were not red yet, I can I didn't rub your heat! I didn't plan to touch porcelain or anything!"
"Yes, I understand." Sang sighed far away, "Go in and talk."
In Jiang Yan's book, the first sentence of the opening is "Sang is far dead", no wonder she is nervous.
The man with glasses grabbed his wife aside, invited Sang to walk in from afar and made tea for her.
The movements are gentle, and his body is full of books.
He introduced himself: "My surname is Ming, and I work at A University. Jiang Yan is not good at socializing, and I am responsible for cooperation matters."
"Hello, Mr. Ming." As soon as he said this, Sang Yuan was stunned and took a breath unconsciously.
Mr. Ming? !
Mr. Ming! !
She looked at the gentle and handsome man in horror.
Wouldn't it be the Mr. Ming she thought
Jiang Yan explored a hand and waved twice in front of Sang Yuan: "Big star, this is a married man!"
"Ah, I'm sorry!" Sang hurriedly looked away, shocked and unsure of what to say.
Mr. Ming sighed indifferently: "Little Goose, Miss Sang is just a junior."
"Shit!" Jiang Yan said, "How old a man likes a twenty-year-old woman!"
Sang returned to his senses and explained, "Actually, I have an object. I love him very much."
Jiang Yan shouted again strangely: "Oh my God, what is this horrible gossip!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Suddenly the words You Wuming had said in her mind-Ming's temperament is too weak, and being with Jiang Yanji still has a little meaning.
"Little Goose!" Mr. Ming was helpless and petting, "Ms. Sang came over today, and there must be important talks. Miss Sang, Jiang Yan's works have been entrusted to me with full authority. Please tell me if you have any questions. "
Facing such a gentleman, Sang Yuanyuan felt a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ming, I want to talk to your wife about a little personal relationship with your wife."
Mr. Ming rarely showed his face full of doubts.
Why doesn't he know at all about his wife's personal personal affairs
Sang Yuanyuan: "...It's my emotional personal matter. After reading Mrs. Zun's novel, I think she must be a delicate life mentor in emotional terms..."
The gentle and polite Mr. Ming almost laughed: "Little fugitive wife, running with the ball, so expensive?"
Jiang Yan grabbed the cuffs of his shirt without a trace of wrinkles: "Talk about it! I can talk about everything! I can't be the best at emotional matters!"
As if turning his head to sell gossip.
Mr. Ming looked helpless.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law finally entered the study smoothly.
"To be honest, I'm wearing a book." Sang is far from the point of view.
Jiang Yan slammed into the middle of the carpet.
After a long while, she twisted her face abruptly: "It won't be King Han's ninety-nine runaway wife, right?"
Sang sighed far away: "Yes."
"Fuck!" Jiang Yan used his hands and feet to get up, "I know that stuff is so mysterious! I told you Sang Yuan, that book, I dreamed about it, tusk, you don’t know how much I hate it. That dream is worry-free!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "Ah... the hero sees the same thing."
Jiang Yan smiled mysteriously: "The best thing for me is to write about the place where she abused her and abused her, dare you believe that the speed can reach five thousand per hour!"
"No wonder, my thieves have sympathy." Sang held the hand of his comrade-in-arms handed by Jiang Yan far away.
"Emma is wrong, didn't you just hang up at the beginning?" Jiang Yan said.
Sang Yuanyuan: "... I turned the world around with my extraordinary acting skills, and I was married to You Wuming."
Jiang Yan looked at her weirdly: "Then you have been widowed a long time ago."
Sang Yuanyuan said, "No, I changed the plot, and You Wuming and I became the final winners. Han Shaoling Meng Wuyou is dead."
Jiang Yan nodded solemnly: "Sang is far away, I think we need to talk about it. You have caused infringement by changing my plot. I have decided to ask you for compensation."
Sang Yuanyuan: "... You caused me to travel by writing a book and I haven't asked you for mental damages!"
"You're not bad for money. Would such a freshman be bad for money? I am ashamed to ask me for money." Jiang Yan muttered.
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
She seemed to already know whose gene was inherited from You Wuming.
Sang Yuanyuan sighed for a long time, and said: "The information of the two of us is not equal now, and it's a bit difficult to talk about. Otherwise, I will talk about the information I have first, and you can see if there is anything you want to add."
So Sang Yuanyuan started from the beginning of her journey, talking about her and You Wuming destroying the base camp of the Temple of Heaven, discovering the secrets of the Ming, and the "future" that was changed twice by the Temple of Heaven after the Great Heaven's Yanshu checked the fortune. There are two women who are forced to go through another world-Jiang Yanji and Sang Yuanyuan.
For a whole afternoon, Sang Yuan was so dry that he finally finished the long story.
Jiang Yan is worthy of being a writer, and he immediately grasped the point: "No, how come you don’t even have a second male in this story? Ah? Is there no such thing as an infatuated male second to the hostess? Also, you male The relationship between the protagonist and the heroine has no twists and turns, why are you hanging the readers to look back? Also, don’t you even slap your face? Ouch, in this age, who is still playing with feelings? , Or else I can’t just tell you about it!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." My heart is tired.
"I can eat with my face, and I don't need to write novels." Sang Yuanyuan made a critical backhand blow.
Jiang Yan: "...really, the last bit of guilt that I wrote you to death is gone, really."
"..."
Sang eased his emotions far and wide: "So I tell you now, in the story just now, the Jiang Yanji who was replaced by the first time against the universe is you, and I can now take you back to the world in the book. , You surely don't believe it?"
"Hahaha you mean I gave birth to You Wuming? Hahaha you are going to laugh at me!"
"Yes." Sang nodded tiredly, "In a sense, you are now my mother-in-law."
The corner of Jiang Yan's mouth twitched sharply.
After a long while, her dark eyes turned around a few times, leaning closer, and said mysteriously: "Then what, you said you will go back to the book soon, right, then you go, this money I can't take it away, right, since you said I'm your mother-in-law, or else..."
Sang Yuanyuan: "...you don't believe me."
"Believe—" Jiang Yan raised his eyebrows, his voice was long, "Why don't you believe it! Oh, my daughter-in-law, are you hungry just now, do you want to taste the hometown food? I'll let your father-in-law do it for you! Home cooking, guaranteed to suit your taste!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "... So you won't go with me anymore, will you?"
Jiang Yan tried very hard to make his eyes not look like an idiot: "Ah, your parents-in-law are old and frail, so it's not easy to go through the toss, stay here, look at home for you, you and your children If you have nothing to do, you can come back often to play."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." That's good, and it's so smooth here.
She suddenly felt that You Wuming might not really want to recognize this mother.
"Then," Sang considered his words from a distance, "You don't plan to take Jiang Yanji's body, right? Then we kill it?"
"Kill kill kill," Jiang Yan said, "the money is in place, you can do whatever you want, ah, whatever you want, I have no opinion, no opinion at all!"
Sang Yuanyuan nodded gently.
"You and Mr. Ming must be very happy?"
"Wait!" Jiang Yan stared at her vigilantly, "You didn't just see that my husband is handsome, and you think it's useless to pry my corner, so you can make up a story for me and prostitute my son on the spot?!"
Sang Yuanyuan: "!!!"
Who will teach her how to get along with this wonderful mother-in-law!
"Forget it," Sang Yuanyuan shook his hand, "Since you have forgotten those things and are doing well now, there is no need to go back."
"It's not very good either," Jiang Yan smiled trivially, "the money is not enough."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..." I'm really embarrassed. When she slipped out of the hospital, she had already donated the money to the disaster area.
Lights gradually lit up outside the window.
Sang couldn't help but walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and took a look.
"I'm almost out of time." She turned around and looked at Jiang Yan, "I want to ask you something, if you and Mr. Ming give birth to a son in the future, what name do you plan to take?"
Before she could have her own name, she was killed by the vicious woman who was wearing her mother's skin.
Sang Yuanyuan occasionally thought, if he grew up safely, what name would Mr. Ming and the real Jiang Yanji give him
Looking at Jiang Yan in front of him, Sang Yuanyuan completely dispelled the idea of taking her to another world. That would be too cruel.
Just bring back a name for You Wuming as a memorial.
Jiang Yan blinked: "Well, we really talked about it."
Sang looked at her expectantly from a distance.
"In fact, I thought about a unisex one." Jiang Yan smiled, "Stars. Both male and female stars are ok! Why are you called stars? Of course, because stars can make money! Look at how rich you are. Your father-in-law and mother-in-law, it's so pitiful."
Sang Yuanyuan: "..."
Let the ghost name rot in her stomach.
She took a breath: "I am very happy to chat with you today, be prepared, don't be afraid, I'm going to'swish' and disappear in front of you."
The voice has declined, and the person has disappeared in a'swoosh'.
"Ahhh hell—"
During the journey, Sang Yuanyuan vaguely heard the voice of her mother-in-law.
…
After Sang Yuan's figure disappeared completely, the panic on Jiang Yan's face quickly melted like ice under the scorching sun.
"My'amnesia' may be the best result for everyone." Jiang Yan tickled her little finger, tickling the tears from the corners of her eyes, "I am also a woman who can eat by acting... I'm sorry, my son, I finally found your father, so I won't go to see you. You can definitely understand Grandma's howling~"
After a while, she opened the door madly, and a fierce man plunged into Mr. Ming's arms—
"Husband! She's a ghost husband! Her biu disappeared and scared my husband to death!!!"
The author has something to say: I cried and laughed when I wrote it. really weird.