"Sister, drink some water first. The sun is too strong today. I'll go and urge the director to turn it on as soon as possible! If this continues, people will faint!"
Tu Jiaya took the water glass sent by her younger sister Tu Jiaqing, shook her head and said, "It's okay, I'm fine. But you, you have been working so hard since you woke up this morning, you should take a good rest."
Tu Jiaqing immediately shook her head, "Sister, I'm not tired at all! You are a big star now, a big singer, if I don't pay close attention, what if someone takes advantage of you? Don't worry! I'll talk about that right now. Director! I'll be here soon!"
"Hey... this child."
Seeing Tu Jiaqing running away energetically, Tu Jiaya shook her head. After she took a sip of water, she concentrated on looking at the script in her hand.
It was as if he had completely integrated into his own world.
Even in these four weeks, it has already become crowded, full of onlookers and paparazzi following reports.
Click click click.
There is a slight shutter sound. But for musicians who are good at catching sound sources, they can already hear clearly. Tu Jiaya frowned.
It was found that there was a woman... probably sneaked up to the nanny's car and took a candid photo, with a ID hanging around her neck, probably a reporter.
"Miss! It is forbidden to approach here!"
A bodyguard immediately stepped forward at this moment, and said in a low voice to the female reporter who was secretly filming: "Delete what you just photographed, and leave here immediately!"
The female reporter raised her nose and smiled, "What if I don't leave, old lady?"
"Miss, please be polite."
"Li... your mother!"
Why are women so tough nowadays? The bodyguard felt very depressed. As the saying goes, a good man doesn't fight a woman... especially a woman with a personality like a shrew. Well, although she looks pretty, she has a bit of a sad personality.
"Miss, please be polite! Also, please leave!" The bodyguard said again in a deep voice.
Unexpectedly, Tu Jiaya said softly at this time: "Let her come over, this is my good friend, it doesn't matter."
The bodyguard was taken aback for a moment, but saw the woman with the camera smilingly push her away and walked to the door of the nanny's car. Tu Jiaya shook her head at this moment and said: "King Kong, it's fine here, I'll talk to my friend."
King Kong had no choice but to nod his head and return to his original guard position.
"The big star is really different, and this bodyguard is old enough and strong." The female reporter said, looking at Tu Jiaya again and commenting: "Tsk tsk, this figure is also good, maybe it has been corrected?"
Tu Jiaya said unhappily: "Miss Ren Ziling, can't you be more serious? I haven't seen you for several years... It's still the same!"
Ren Ziling laughed and stepped into the nanny car, looked at the environment and said, "Well, you should have had a good life in the past few years, and you have won several music awards in a row. Now you are definitely the most popular in the South One of several female singers!"
Tu Jiaya shook her head and said, "It's nothing good, there are many people who are popular."
"What's wrong?" Ren Ziling asked curiously.
But Tu Jiaya said: "It's all small things, nothing. But you, are you still working as a reporter? How are you doing recently? I was working outside at that time, and I heard that your husband..."
Ren Ziling stretched her waist and said, "I don't think about anything now. I just want to work hard and raise my son well."
"Son!" Tu Jiaya's eyes lit up, she quickly grabbed Ren Ziling's palm and said, "What did we say when we were studying? A good sister for life? You didn't even tell me that you had a child! Tell me now. Me, what does my nephew look like? Isn’t it cute? You are also serious, if you have a son, don’t miss it!”
Ren Ziling suddenly turned her eyes and said, "Girl, do you really want to take a look at your 'big' nephew?"
"Isn't this nonsense?"
"But can you walk away?" Ren Ziling squinted her eyes and said, "If you can walk away, I might let you see him right away! To be honest, my son is so handsome!"
Tu Jiaya hesitated for a while, "If it takes a while, there should be no problem. The shooting has not officially started yet."
"All right, I'll let him come over right away... let you hug me!"
"What? Purple..."
But Ren Ziling jumped out of the nanny's car, walked to the side and made a phone call. Tu Jiaya was taken aback, wondering if this good sister brought her child to work, right
…
"Hey! Son!"
"..."
"Hello? Luo Qiu?"
"Is something wrong?"
"where are you now?"
After hearing this question, Luo Qiu, who was still searching for information about the "Gospel of Judas" on the stool, thought about it for a while.
Normally, he should be at school right now—he is.
Of course, if she answered that she was at home or no longer in school, Ren Ziling, who was destined to be overwhelmed by maternal love, would be long-winded.
"School."
"That's just right, I happen to be there too! You come over to my place, I'm right here now!"
"No."
"Wait a minute, don't you wonder why I'm in your school?"
"Not curious..."
The newspaper that Ren Ziling worked for was actually specialized in publishing gossip news—why did she come here? Just now, Luo Qiu had thought of a general idea after hearing the two passing girls mention things about big stars.
"Okay! Then I'll come! Where are you?"
"Wait... I'll come over."
…
…
Strictly speaking, Black Soul No. 9 should also be regarded as an old ghost. As for Taiyinzi... Needless to say, he is a five-hundred-year-old ghost.
So what can two old ghosts squat in a university library where almost all young people can do
Boss Luo said that he wanted to give Tai Yinzi a force-feeding education, so the only thing he could do was study.
"What!! The hateful Tartars dare to attack my country?!!"
"This man named Wu Sangui deserves to be hacked to pieces!!"
"The Qing Dynasty is destroyed!!"
"These damned foreign barbarians dare to invade my land of China! Kill, kill, kill!!!"
What I was looking at was a brief history of ancient and modern history. Taiyinzi fought vigorously beside the readers, dancing with hands and feet, blowing his beard and staring at his eyes. If it weren't for him being the envoy of the black soul now, no one could see his ghost, ghost or ghost, he would have been kicked out with a broom a long time ago.
Black Soul No. 9 has learned some common modern words during this period, and he feels that one of them can be used to describe Tai Yinzi's current situation.
Damn mentally handicapped...
Black Soul No. 9 shook his head. If it wasn't for the order of the club owner, he would never have thought of teaching the novice Black Soul.
He just sat quietly, watching the young man in the library silently.
Perhaps a suitable sponsor can also be found here.
Desires are hidden in the heart, but as long as you observe carefully, you will usually find some.
People are the most indulgent when they are alone, and they will show their true nature when they feel that no one is paying attention. The Dark Soul Emissary can switch back and forth between showing and hiding, and it is easy to observe the unknown side of human beings.
Black Soul No. 9 frowned at this time, and right now a young woman walked over, seemingly looking for an empty seat.
He has been a black soul envoy for a long time, and his ability is naturally not comparable to that of a newcomer like Tai Yinzi—this woman has a very pure soul and can provide high-quality trading gold.
Just when Black Soul No. 9 was about to take a good look at this woman, some images suddenly flashed through his consciousness.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, someone was staring in the drizzle, as if calling for something.
The picture is hazy, but there is a feeling of sadness and heartbreak sprouting in the thoughts of Black Soul No. 9.
Black Soul No. 9 tried hard to see what the shadowy figure looked like, until the woman who planned to act as a benefactor and seduced her walked past Black Soul No. 9.
The appearance of the woman overlapped with the blurred figure in the consciousness instantly.
Black Soul No. 9 murmured in a daze: "Lan Fang..."
He called out a name that felt unfamiliar but seemed familiar, and stared blankly at the woman who seemed to be puzzled and stopped in her tracks.
…
Zhang Qingrui hesitated for a moment.
It seems that I heard someone shouting the name 'Lan Fang'... This is her grandma's name.
But in front of him, there was nothing but an empty table, and there was no one there.
"Strange...was this place empty before?"
She shook her head, and since there was a seat available, she simply sat down.
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S1: Thanks again to 'Mengmengda, Shushu' and 'Wandering Black' for their rewards.
S2: Hmm! Get rid of the goalkeeper and become the goalkeeper (N) generation! Well done! Although there is no red envelope, but I have an update, this is the best gift for a writer to give back to readers, bababa! !
S3: In fact, S3 can also be understood as, it is clear that the author has a heart for rich readers, but he is so arrogant and unwilling to say it...
S4: Yes, I am the standard little tail S4 who asks for tickets, collections and rewards.