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"Sister, drink some water first. Today's sun is too strong. I'll urge the director to start the filming as soon as possible! If it goes on like this, I'll faint! "
Tu Jiaya took the cup from her sister Tu Jiaqing, shaking her head, "It's okay, I'm fine. But you, you've been busy since you woke up this morning. You should have a good rest. "
Tu Jiaqing shook her head at once, "Sister, I'm not tired at all! You're a big star now, a singer. If I don't watch you closely, what if someone takes advantage of you? Don't worry! I'm going to talk to the director now! I'll be here soon! "
"Tsk … this kid."
Looking at Tu Jiaqing who ran away energetically, Tu Jiaya shook her head. After drinking some water, she concentrated on reading the script in her hand.
As if she had completely integrated into her own world.
Even if it was just around here, it had long become jammed with onlookers and paparazzi who were following and reporting the news.
Click, click.
A slight shutter sound. But for musicians who were good at capturing sound sources, they could hear it clearly. Tu Jiaya frowned.
She found a woman … who should have sneaked to the side of the van to take photos. She was probably a reporter with a certificate hanging around her neck.
"Miss! You're not allowed to come close here! "
A bodyguard came up at once, saying to the female reporter in a low voice, "Delete what you've just taken and leave here immediately!"
The female reporter raised her nose and laughed, "What if I don't leave?"
"Miss, please be polite."
"Polite … your mother!"
Why were women so tough these days? The bodyguard felt very depressed. As the saying went, a good man wouldn't fight with a woman … especially a woman with a shrew character. Well, although she was pretty, she was a bit stubborn.
"Miss, please be polite! And, please leave! "The bodyguard said again in a low voice.
Unexpectedly, Tu Jiaya said softly, "Let her come over. She's my good friend, it's okay."
The bodyguard gave a start, seeing this woman with a camera push him away smilingly, walking to the door of the van. Tu Jiaya shook her head, "Kingkong, it's fine here. I'll talk to my friend."
KingKong had no choice but to nod and return to his original position.
"Superstars are indeed different. This bodyguard is also very strong." As the female reporter spoke, she looked at Tu Jiaya and commented, "Tsk-tsk, your figure is also good. Did you have plastic surgery?"
Tu Jiaya said angrily, "Miss Ren Ziling, can't you be serious? It's been a few years since I last saw you … You're still the same! "
Ren Ziling laughed and stepped into the minivan. She looked around and said, "How is it? You should be doing well these years. You have won several music awards in a row. Right now, you're definitely one of the most popular female singers in the south! "
Tu Jiaya shook her head. "There's nothing good or bad about it. Popular people are prone to gossip."
"What's wrong?" Ren Ziling asked curiously.
But Tu Jiaya said, "It's nothing. As for you, are you still working as a reporter? How have you been? I was working outside at that time. I heard that your husband … "
Ren Ziling stretched herself 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 grabbed Ren Ziling's hand and said, "What did we talk about when we were in school? Good sisters for life? You didn't even tell me that you have a child! Tell me, what does my nephew look like? Is he cute? You're really too much. Why don't you show him when you have a son? "
Ren Ziling suddenly turned her eyes and said, "Girl, do you really want to see your 'big' nephew?"
"Isn't this nonsense?"
"But can you leave now?" Ren Ziling squinted, "If you can, maybe I can let you see him right away! To be honest, my son is very handsome! "
Tu Jiaya hesitated for a moment. "If it's just a while, it should be okay. The shooting hasn't officially started. [Love ↑ go △ little ↑ say △ netw
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"Okay, I'll ask him to come over right away … and let you hug him!"
"What? Zi … "
Ren Ziling jumped out of the nanny van and walked to the side to make a phone call. Tu Jiaya was stupefied. She thought to herself, "Is this good sister bringing her kid to work?"
…
"Hello! Son! "
"…"
"Hello? Luoqiu? "
"What's up?"
"Where are you now?"
Luoqiu, who was still searching for information about the Gospel of Judas, thought carefully after hearing this question.
Normally, he should be at school — he was indeed at school.
Of course, if he answered that he was at home or not at school, Ren Ziling, who was overflowing with maternal love, would definitely nag him.
"School."
"That's great, I'm here too! Come here, I'm … here! "
"No."
"Wait, aren't you curious why I'm at your school?"
"Not at all …"
The newspaper office where Ren Ziling worked was actually specialized in publishing gossip news — Luoqiu had a general idea about why she came here when he heard the two girls talking about the superstar.
"Okay! I'll come over! Where are you? "
"Wait … I'll come over."
…
…
Strictly speaking, Black Soul No.9 was an old ghost. As for Taiyinzi … needless to say, he was a 500-year-old ghost.
So what could these two old ghosts do in a university library filled with mostly young people?
Boss Luo said he would give Taiyinzi a force-feeding education, so the only thing he could do was to study.
"What!! How dare the abominable Tatars invade our Ming Dynasty?!! "
"This Wu Sangui deserves to be hacked into pieces!!"
"It's good that the Qing Dynasty was destroyed!!"
"These damn barbarians, how dare they invade our Chellona! Kill them!!! "
He was reading an abridged book of ancient and modern history. While Tai Yinzi was reading, he was making a big fuss. He was dancing with joy, blowing his beard and glaring his eyes. If it wasn't for the fact that he was now a Black Soul Envoy and was neither a ghost nor a ghost, no one could see him, he would have been chased out with a broom long ago.
Black Soul No.9 had learned some modern words during this period, and he felt that one of them could be used to describe Taiyinzi's situation.
F * cking retard …
Black Soul No.9 shook his head. If it weren't for the club owner's order, he wouldn't have thought of teaching a newbie Black Soul.
He just sat aside quietly, looking at the young man in the library.
Maybe he could find a suitable customer here.
Desires were hidden in one's heart, but with careful observation, one could usually find some.
People were the most lax when they were alone, and when they felt no one was paying attention to them, they would show their true nature. Black Soul Envoys could switch between showing and hiding, so they could easily observe the unknown side of human beings.
Black Soul No.9 frowned at the sight of a young woman walking towards him, who seemed to be looking for an empty seat.
He had been a Black Soul Envoy for a long time, so his ability couldn't be compared to Taiyinzi — This woman had a very pure soul, and could provide a high-quality transaction fee.
Just as Black Soul No.9 was about to carefully observe this woman, some scenes suddenly flashed through his mind.
Holding an oil-paper umbrella, someone was gazing at him in the drizzle, and seemed to be calling something.
The scene was hazy, but there was a feeling of sadness in Black Soul No.9's mind.
Black Soul No.9 tried his best to see the figure in the hazy pus until the woman, who intended to seduce him as a potential customer, walked past him.
The woman's appearance overlapped with the vague figure in his mind.
Black Soul No.9 murmured absent-mindedly, "Lanfang …"
He called out a name that felt strange yet familiar at the same time. He stared blankly at the woman who seemed to be puzzled about something and stopped in her tracks.
…
Zhang Qingrui hesitated.
She seemed to have heard someone calling out the name 'Lanfang' … It was her grandmother's name.
But there was only an empty table in front of her, and no one was there.
"It's weird … Was this place empty before?"
She shook her head. Since there was an empty seat, she might as well sit down.
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PS1: Thanks again to 'Cute Shu Shu', 'Unrestrained Black Man' for the tip.
PS2: Yes! You killed the goalkeeper and became the goalkeeper (n) representative! Well done! Although there is no red packet, I have an update, which is the best gift for a writer to give back to the readers. Balabala!
PS3: Actually, PS3 can also be understood as the author clearly has the heart of a tycoon reader, but is too proud to say it out loud …
PS4: Yes, I'm the standard PS4 who asks for votes, favorites and tips.
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