A large bowl of pearl rice topped with fragrant and mellow sea cucumber fresh chicken soup, and occasionally eat a few bites of privately marinated goose that is brown and shiny, crisp vegetables stir-fried with shrimp head oil until they are sweet and crispy, steamed stone

The texture is so smooth and tender that it melts in your mouth... Xiaowangfu private restaurant on the outskirts of Beijing, room 1 where I stayed in every time I came back. After so many days of poverty, eating delicacies from the mountains and seas again, it was a sense of satisfaction that I had never experienced before.

He has a young body, and he has been exercising diligently recently. His metabolism has accelerated, and his appetite has almost doubled. After eating half of the food on the table, he was almost seventeen full. Only then did Yuan Shang slow down his eating speed. When he looked up, he saw Yu Shuimiao standing in the distance.

Sitting at the other end of the table, he looked at himself with a look that was so complicated that it was hard to distinguish. He took a crab leg, broke it open, ate the meat, and rolled his eyes at the other person: "I've been watching for a while, look.

Are there any flowers?"

Yu Shuimiao opened his mouth, but no sound came out. He had just asked Yuan Shang a lot of private past events, and he had already confirmed that such an incredible thing had really happened around him. Seeing the familiar sitting posture and familiar preferences of the person in front of him,

The familiar expression and the familiar tone, but the person was not that person. He just felt that his mind was in a mess and he couldn't figure it out.

He usually attaches great importance to image and loves to show off. He rarely shows weakness in front of others. Hara Shang felt sour and pretended to be relaxed and joked: "My eyes are about to fall off, old pervert. When I was lying in the hospital, he would do it every day."

I just listened to you yelling, and now that I can calm you down, it’s really worth dying for me."

Although Yu Shuimiao was still in a daze, his face instantly turned cold when he heard this, and he slapped the table: "What the hell are you talking about!"

Yuan Shang was scolded so much that it was strange to say that since he was a demon king since childhood, few people could take him seriously, but he was only afraid of Yu Shuimiao, who was usually very tolerant of him, losing his temper.

After Yu Shuimiao finished cursing, his mind became clearer. Looking at Yuan Shang's dejected and unhappy appearance, as thin as a bamboo pole, he couldn't help but feel a little distressed. Then he thought about Yuan Shang's sending so many emails, but he kept

It’s definitely not irresponsible that I waited until today to see him. You can tell by the look on his face that he has been having a bad time these days: he looks so pitiful, his clothes are in tatters, there are holes in the back of his T-shirt, and his jeans are all washed out.

Come on, a pair of sneakers were so dirty and still on his feet. How could he be the fat young man he knew who rode a fur horse? Yu Shuimiao was famous for his bad temper in the industry and had been scolded by all the big names.

, all the actors he had worked with were afraid of him, but they couldn't be soft-hearted towards this sweetheart, and they immediately began to care for him with guilt and regret.

As a result, the more he listened to Harami's rants, the more he frowned. In the end, he couldn't listen anymore and simply cut off the conversation: "Are you still busy exercising these days? This...this body has been like this before. Wake up."

Did you go to the hospital for a checkup after that? And what is the nature of the talent show you are participating in now? Is there anyone bullying you? Have you met Ren Pingsheng? That bitch didn’t do anything to you, right?!"

"..." The corners of Yuan Shang's eyes twitched. After being paralyzed for so many years, he could finally walk normally. Not long after he woke up, he met several attractive beauties. He was announcing the good news from the beginning to the end. He couldn't understand why Yu Shuimiao was there.

He would so sincerely believe that he had been greatly wronged.

****

On the other side of the radio and television building, the meeting was over. All the senior executives wiped their sweat, packed up the documents with record-breaking efficiency, and dispersed.

Zhou Zhanxiao ran faster than anyone else, Xiaomao hurriedly hurriedly caught up with him, but when he reached the elevator entrance, he saw Jiang Xie emerging from the corner and said calmly: "Mr. Zhou, long time no see.

"

Zhou Zhanxiao has been so focused on Yuan Shang these days that he has almost forgotten who Jiang Xie is. Now he is dumbfounded when he sees him, and suddenly becomes weak: "How did you get up here...?"

"I walked into the janitor's aisle and kicked the door open. That's not the point." Jiang Xie raised his head and looked coldly, his temperament becoming more mysterious and cold. He tilted his chin to the side and said, "There are many people here, and I don't want to be confused."

If someone hears it, move to another place."

Zhou Zhanxiao frowned. He wanted to refuse, but he also knew Jiang Xie's character well. He was afraid of irritating him and alerting his cousin, so he had to take him to the quiet special elevator room. As soon as he entered the door, Jiang Xie made a preemptive strike:

"You and Hara Shang are back together now, right?"

This question went straight to the soul. Zhou Zhanxiao was hit by an arrow in the knee, and he became angry instantly. He was with these little stars. On the surface, it was a love relationship, but in essence, he still felt that he was superior to them, and the financial backers were being kept.

The pet questioned his love life and poked holes in his self-esteem. It’s amazing that he can stay calm!

Under normal circumstances, Qin Huo would stay after a meeting to read through the meeting minutes. He required the recorder to use the highest-capacity recording equipment, and every sentence of the speaker in the finished transcript was not allowed to change, so that he could read between the lines.

Analyzing what others had hidden. But today he once again didn't rest for more than forty hours in a row, and he didn't have time to get an injection in the middle. He was really tired. Thinking that he had almost dealt with all the important things in the near future, he rarely indulged for once, and asked

The transcriber works hard and goes home to rest first.
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