What should I do if the task object is slag? [Entertainment]

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A perfect golden wedding is a grand celebration if both are in good health, and if not, a celebration that will be a sweet and bitter ordeal for the living one.

"She is very strong." Mr. Zhou put his hand on his chest and said, "I believe in her. This is the last memory I will give her. Even if it hurts for a while, she will like it."

Time is really running out, without saying much, Mr. Zhou is going back, he called his assistant, got into the car with crutches, wiped the crutches and shoes, and made an agreement with the assistant, and said when he got back Go for a walk and go a long way.

After sending Mr. Zhou away, An Ru sat in the corner of the first floor with the USB in his hand and rubbed his hair in distress. Three days, today will be over soon, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, the time is really tight!

"You don't have to pick it up." Wei Ya sat opposite her, her expression was not too good-looking, "Liver cancer is at an advanced stage, and you may not be able to wake up once you close your eyes."

An Ru leaned on the table and sighed, "It's not like that."

Wei Ya looked at her leisurely and said, "Don't say that, what are you doing for three days?"

"But can I refuse this kind of entrustment? You also said that he might not be able to wake up again once he closes his eyes. If he entrusts me with this matter before closing his eyes, I feel uncomfortable." An Ru rested his chin On the arm, he raised his head when he spoke, "Can I refuse the relationship of decades."

"You still believe in love too much." Wei Ya said with lowered eyes, unable to figure out what it meant: "You should be more rational when planning."

An Ru rolled her eyes and pushed back, "You don't believe in love?"

Wei Ya paused for two seconds and said: "I don't believe it." Then, as if trying to cover up something, he raised his legs and hummed, "After all, I am a person who does big things."

An Ru stuck out a middle finger from the edge of the table, and fucked your sister.

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Chapter 27

Weiya responded with a sneer to her middle finger, and after the sneer, she gave a head-on blow, "So do you have the script?"

An Ru lay on the table with a groan, looked at Weiya pitifully, and said coquettishly, "Weiya, help me, use your little brain, help me think, coax the little girl làngman, you are the best at it."

An Ru's soft voice was like a small chisel, precisely hitting Wei Ya's psychological defense line, Wei Ya sat upright, holding a snow lotus in his hand and said indifferently: "No, no, I'm not good at it, I won't."

Reject triple hits.

"Hi." An Ru buried half of her face in the little princess's stomach and shook, causing the little princess to hook her hair with her paws and try to resist the shameless rascal, her eyes staring like a small light bulb.

Sitting opposite, Weiya leaned his upper body forward and saved Anru's hair from the little princess's paw Li, "It's a foul for being cute, you should be serious."

The fake light of alpine snow lotus was originally coated very thinly, but it was completely wiped away by her action, and the essence hidden underneath was exposed.

Anru brushed her hair, pinched the little princess's pink and tender meat pads, snorted and said, "Why is playing with cats so immodest? How many people want to lick them but still can't lick them."

The little princess struggled to get up, broke free from her claws, and slapped Anru's face fiercely, but it was a pity that her nails were kept away, and she was so small, that slap was almost like a caress.

Others would regard it as touching, but Anru knew it wasn't, because the little princess couldn't open her mouth to scold her because she was outside, so she immediately picked up the little princess and rubbed against her and said, "Come on, let me touch you again, she is so cute hahaha Ha ha."

Wei Ya always suspected that he could see the grief and indignation on the face of the white cat, and felt that he might be thinking too much recently.

Anru rubbed her hands a few times, then accepted it when she was good, and let the little princess run away with her head kicked, then turned her head and said to Wei Ya with a smile: "Speaking seriously, most of the female clients I have dealt with are romantic to làng. The requirements are that there must be flowers, fireworks, many people, and a touching love story, which is grand in the macroscopic view and touching in the details. So I am going to..."

"How many girls have you received from me?" Wei Ya raised his eyebrows, "I've already booked the tickets, I'm a person who does big things, what gave you the illusion that I'm free and have nothing to do every day Walking around you and doing nothing?"

An Ru was choked by the card owner for half of the topic, and she looked at Weiya dumbfounded and said, "Of course, it's because your major business is to invest and contact freight forwarders to earn information fees, and other than that, you're just doing nothing. "

Via: ...

Oh Falk, I forgot that Anru used to follow up and investigate me, Wei Ya pursed her lips, ah, it’s so annoying, Wei Ya said with difficulty to himself: "What are you doing idle, I am doing market research, forget it , don't tell you that, let's go."

"Hey, wait a minute." Anru pressed Wei Ya's arm, "Come on, Wei Ya, Ya Ya, Ya Ya, Miss Sister, help me, it's only three days, think about that old grandpa, don't you think Are you very touched? Don’t you feel the warmth in your heart? Life is at the end, and you are still trying to make the last memory for your lover. Come, come with me, this case is definitely the most memorable and special of."

Weiya stood up halfway, gritted his teeth and waited for a long time, his expression changed, "...Okay, don't say it, it's the last time."

After she finished speaking, she felt that she was really obsessed with ghosts, and every time was the last time.

"Wow!" An Ru stepped around, swayed her neck, and said happily, "Thank you, you are definitely the softest person I have ever met."

It would be better if the mouth is softer too.

Half of Wei Ya's body froze, the part where Anru was in front of him was so numb, her heartbeat started to speed up crazily, and she was about to jump out through the sweater, so she dodged back in a panic, her throat moved for a long time Said: "Don't touch your hands."

An Ru was just happy at first, but when she said that, she suddenly felt uncomfortable, and immediately let go of her hand, stood aside and said awkwardly: "No, I didn't mean that, I meant that..."

"What do you mean?" Wei Ya glanced at her sideways, her upturned peach eyes were infinitely charming, "What are you thinking, why are you blushing?"

"Who, who's blushing." An Ru rubbed her face, coughed and said, "The heating is turned on too much, this hotel is too extravagant, go home, go home, go back and discuss writing plans."

Wei Ya was flustered, her face was unsteady, she stood up and put on her overcoat and shook a bit, calmly walked out with Anru, and said as she walked, "I'm lying to you, I'm not blushing."

Anju almost wanted to jump up and hit her on the head.

Talking about going to the United States, I talked about it for ten days, but I didn't make it, but I couldn't ignore the little joy in my heart. During the time of Wei Ya's fugue, I heard Anru say: "It's too cold, and the fireworks will be set off at night. In a few minutes, I asked Mr. Zhou to provide some material, and see if I can find some inspiration."

An Ru sneaked over and met Mr. Zhou. The old man solemnly handed her a box, which contained letters and train tickets. The paper was yellow, and the letter paper was somewhat transparent, thin and brittle. .

"This Mr. Zhou was so good at his writing when he was young." An Ru carefully flipped through the pages one by one: "Sister, I have been ill recently, and I can't sleep when I think of you. What about the second hour? When I am busy during the day, I always think about it. When it gets dark and no one disturbs me, I will have a lot of time to think about you. Who knows that the more I think about it, the more uncomfortable it becomes. Sister, I want to see you, I want to see you, Do you have time..."

Anru held the letter paper, read it quietly for a while, and then put it down. This box contained round-trip tickets and unsent letters from those years, almost one letter every two or three days. It was said that it was a letter, but it was actually similar to a diary. up.