Master’s a Byoukidere and Needs Pampering!

The ancestor said, succinctly: "Get down."

Xue Baoyi took a look in the rearview mirror. Jiang Zhi had just been discharged from the hospital. His complexion was not very good. He was sick, and his beautiful little face was red. I don't know if it was a fever. I felt very pitiful. How weak can I drive.

Xue Baoyi has always been pitying and cherishing jade, and refused stiffly: "Don't get out."

An unknown object hit him.

He has a quick eye and quickly caught it, and at a glance, it was Jiang Zhi's phone: "Hey, how come the screen burst?"

Jiang Zhiwo was in the back seat, with a blanket on his legs, hands on them, and his nails were sickly cold white: "Smashed." The peach blossom eyes lifted up, and he fell again as if he was weak, like sleeping. Non-sleeping, "just when you just stepped on the brake."

Sin, and smashed Jiang Meiren's phone.

Xue Baoyi touched the screen and played a piece of in-car music for the little ancestor: "The screen is not broken, the film is broken, wait, I will change the film for you."

Then, Xue Baoyi got out of the car and went to the booth where the film was applied.

Zhou Xufang looked up.

Xue Baoyi asked, "Is there any film for this phone?"

She glanced at the phone model: "Yes." She found three different models in the box.

Xue Baoyi seriously picked one: "I want this the most flashy." Xue Erye likes blingbling things.

Zhou Xufang brightened the light of the table lamp, and lowered his head to stick the film.

Xue Baoyi looked at her, ah, she looks good, and it’s not easy for the pretty girl to work hard outside, so she said, “I’ll also have the pink phone case.”

Zhou Xufang quickly posted it up and put on the pink phone case together: "There are fifty in total."

Xue Baoyi took out the money and returned to the car.

Jiang Meiren was closing her eyes and resting her mind, breathing slightly, her cheeks were a bit sickly flushing, her eyes were like a vague mist of water, and she was carelessly charming.

Oh, this **** beauty that has nowhere to put it.

Xue Baoyi, a straight steel man, didn't dare to look at that face anymore, and said casually, "The girl with the film looks really good, she is weird, and she wears sunglasses at night."

The beauty in the back seat lifted her eyes.

Xue Baoyi immediately shook the phone as if offering a treasure, "I picked a phone case for you, this fan is a good match for you."

There is also a rabbit with a big head painted on the phone case of the girl.

Jiang Zhi took the phone, pointed it as if cutting green onions, and rubbed the screen twice, then slowly took off the phone case and threw it on Xue Baoyi's head: "Your eyes are not good, you can donate it."

Xue Baoyi, who was smashed by the phone case and pretending to be a gold star: "..."

Damn, this little beauty is quite spicy.

The little beauty's cell phone rang.

"Hey."

The beauty is cold.

On the other end of the phone was a woman: "Director Jiang."

Jiang Zhi frowned, seemed to want to cough, pressed and said nothing, the blue veins on the neck were faint, and the color of his lips was a few degrees red, and he asked weakly, "Who?"

The woman said: "It's me."

It sounds very stylish.

Jiang Zhi has no patience, his tone is lazy, and he has little strength: "Who?"

The woman said to herself: "I am Yang Xu."

Yang Xu...

Xue Baoyi is a bit impressed, a traffic squeeze of the recent trend.

Jiang Zhi curled his eyebrows and thought for a while: "Who was late on set yesterday?"

Obviously, this traffic flower has too low a sense of presence in a big director.

"Sorry Jiang, it was me yesterday—"

Jiang Zhi covered his mouth and coughed. Because of his anger, the tips of his ears became two points red, his body was uncomfortable, and his temper became bigger. Before listening, he interrupted: "You have been replaced. There is no need to explain to me. ."

Then Jiang Zhi hung up the phone.

Xue Baoyi also listened to the ins and outs, and probably knew the ins and outs: "That film is half-shot, are you changing now?"

If I remember correctly, there are still a lot of scenes of that traffic little flower.

The person in the back seat was tired and pressed his temple: "She broke my rules."

Jiang Zhi directed a film at the age of eighteen. He played the ticket and it became a hit. In Jiang Zhi’s words, he was idle anyway, playing around, and he played the title of a ghost director. He was low-key. The media don’t dare to write silly things. People outside the circle don’t know much about it, but people in the circle know that Jiang Zhi has many rules. In his crew, regardless of how big you are, you will be obedient, and those who don’t listen will be quick Fuck off.

"Okay, you are the ancestor." Xue Baoyi turned the steering wheel and sent the little ancestor back to Jiang's house.

The rain was pattering underground, pedestrians were in twos and twos, and the vendors on the riverside had all collected their stalls and dispersed. From Bayi Bridge to Yuquan Bay, it takes forty minutes to drive for three rounds.

Zhou Xufang was wearing a black raincoat, and the sweater inside was almost dry. She took off the raincoat dripping with water, buttoned the hat of the sweater, wore sunglasses and walked into the supermarket outside the complex, and took a pack of cats. Canned food and a bottle of water, go to the cash register to check out.

Wen Baiyang wrote: "29 yuan 9."

She gave money, lowered her hat habitually, walked out of the supermarket, and when she reached the door, she stopped and pointed to the job advertisement posted on the glass: "Are there still recruiting people here?"

Wen Baiyang nodded and wrote a series of numbers to her: "Temporary workers are required, hourly billing, this is the boss's call."

Zhou Xufang took it over: "Thank you."

Wen Baiyang read his lips and gestured with his hands to say no thanks.

Zhou Xufang walked to the tricycle, put on the raincoat, covered the small part of his face with his **** hood, because he lowered his head, and when he turned around, he was hit on the shoulder by the oncoming person. The canned cat fell to the ground.

She looked up.

It's the old lady with curly hair in Building Sixteen.

The old lady looked at her, and immediately shifted her gaze: "I'm sorry."

She shook her head, not to say, bent over to pick up the canned cat on the ground. At this moment, the old lady with curly hair just reached out and touched the back of her hand. After staying for less than a few seconds, she immediately retracted her hand and shivered. After a while, she dragged her companion's old lady into the community supermarket.

It was raining densely, and the sound of the rain was ticking, hitting her raincoat. In the small supermarket behind her, the old lady with curly hair was buying salt, speaking very quietly.

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