MTL - Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!-v5 Chapter 650 650 Morning Gangster Volume 15: Works That Can Fight A Group Of Fairies
Chapter 650 Morning gangster volume 15: Works that can fight with a group of immortals
He Chen's temper was good in 129, but it did not mean that she had no temper.
Hearing the words, he just said, "Yes, I lost your face, but I didn't ask you to give me birth."
There seemed to be a pause there before saying unbelievably: "What did you say? You tell me again ?!"
He Chen put the beer can to one side and pressed her abdomen with one hand. Because of the excessive movement, she touched the wound, and cold sweat on her forehead gradually came out.
Blood stains had penetrated the gauze and had already reached the white T-shirt.
"I said, otherwise we'll publish a newspaper, we will dissolve the relationship between father and daughter." The look on her face remained unchanged, and she calmly spoke.
Then, regardless of the sound on the phone, she hung up the phone.
Only the sound of variety shows remained in the room.
He Chen was still leaning on the sofa, and her cold white fingers continued to pick up the beer. Before she had time to drink, she heard the door bell outside the door.
She put a "Do Not Disturb" sign outside the door, and the waiter should not be so blind.
After the doorbell rang twice, it disappeared.
He Chen didn't care, she continued to watch TV on the sofa.
Within two minutes, a huge dialog box popped up on the computer screen playing the variety show.
It directly accounts for two-thirds of the computer screen.
Dialog black text on white.
Nuoda's three block letters occupy almost the entire dialog box-
[Go open the door. 】
Be concise.
No one except Qin Hui can do it.
He Chen glanced at these two words, paused for a moment, then got a headache and opened the door.
She originally thought it would be Cheng Shui.
When I opened the door, I didn't feel any burden.
Unexpectedly, when I opened the door, I saw Qin Xiuchen wearing a mask leaning on the door frame.
He was lowering his head and pressing his finger on the phone, which should be talking to someone.
The lighting in the hotel corridor is not very obvious. The first thing He Chen saw was a silhouette, which would be like a star.
He Chen hesitated for a second and reacted, "Qing Yingdi?"
"Hey, let me bring you something, are you okay?" Qin Xiuchen stood outside the door and said, while pulling off his mask, saw the blood on her T-shirt, delicate. Brow frowned.
Qin Xiuchen is a big star. He has been working internationally for the past two years, and some people in M Zhou now recognize him.
He Chen leaned sideways and let Qin Xiuchen come in advanced. "Fortunately, did you come here?"
Qin Xiuchen was going to give He Chen the medicine at the door, and told her to leave with good medicine, and he planned to go in before.
In this respect he has come from law.
When filming outside, she would never enter a women's room without a camera.
He stood at the door and paused. He Chen was a friend of his niece, and then looked at He Chen's excessively pale face. Qin Xiuchen thought about it and went in.
As soon as I went in, I smelled not too strong.
He looked up. He Chen's room was not neat, there was a row of beer on the table, and there was a mess.
There are also variety shows on the computer.
Qin Ling was unlocking Luban's lock above, and everyone looked at him blankly.
"Sorry, it's a bit messy. Do you want something to drink?" He Chen walked to the small refrigerator and found that in addition to wine or wine, he could barely see the mineral water squeezed by the wine at the end.
"No," Qin Xiuchen shook his head slightly, put his plastic bag on the table, lowered his head slightly while talking, and looked at her sideways: "He said you don't want to go out, let me take the medicine, you Can I treat the wound? "
He didn't ask much and didn't talk about wine.
He Chen paused, "Yes, trouble."
Her wound was in the abdomen, so there was nothing wrong with doing it yourself.
Qin Xiuchen heard the words, and bowed his head gently, his eyes lighted with some unspeakable tenderness, "I'm worried about you."
Otherwise, he won't let him see it for himself.
He Chen looked at Qin Xiuchen, and she knew that Qin Yingdi had indeed entered the rumor, keeping a distance from any woman, and was so gentle with her at this time, but because of Qin Hui.
He Chen took and took to the interior of the bedroom to handle the wound.
Qin Xiuchen didn't know where He Chen was, and he wouldn't tell her what to say for her. He just looked at the surrounding decadent environment and couldn't help sighing.
When He Chen treated the wound, Qin Xiuchen left quietly when he came out.
The beer can trash she put on the table also disappeared, leaving only three cans of beer, neatly placed on it.
The smell of wine in the air also spread a lot, Qin Xiuchen opened half the window.
Only the sound of variety shows remained in the hall.
The cousin Yunwen laughed exaggerated above, and the atmosphere of the show was very lively.
He Chen leaned on the door frame of the bedroom, but did not feel a lively atmosphere.
For a long time, when she went to the sofa again, the doorbell rang again.
There seemed to be something in He Chen's head instantly.
She went to the door and opened it.
Standing outside the door was Qin Xiuchen. The mask he wore was not torn off. He only looked at the eyebrows that seemed to bend up. He could estimate that he was laughing. He handed the bag containing the lunch box to He Chen. .
"There is a street next to Chinese Street. The boss has a good craftsmanship. This is fish fillet. I'll ask Chen to give you the contact information over there."
Because it was too late, Qin Xiuchen took a call and left.
He Chen stood at the door, listening to Qin Xiuchen's voice talking to the person on the phone, and she knew that the other party should be Qin Yuan.
She smiled, and finally sighed again.
He Chen closed the door.
Sit at the table and watch the TV while opening the lid for porridge.
The phone not far away rang again.
This time, He Chen didn't turn a blind eye, but glanced at her assistant.
She held the spoon in one hand and picked it up in the other.
"I have processed the last point of your photograph and printed it out, but ..." The assistant paused for a moment, "Are you sure you can show it?"
The other party is Qin Xiuchen. If it is on display, I am afraid there will be a big mess.
He Chen took another sip. After hearing this sentence, she thought about it before she remembered it. "Relax."
He Chen has never been able to drop the chain. The assistant nodded. "Okay, then I will send it to the curators of Universal Building."
At the other end of the phone, the assistant hung up the phone, and the staff around him asked excitedly, "How about how?"
The assistant clenched his fists. "Agree, I'll go find them first."
The staff member finally breathed a sigh of relief, sitting on a stool on the side, and muttered, "It's really lively this time."
**
Beijing City, Universal Building Headquarters.
This is the first time that the world's top photography exhibition has been held in China. This is not only an exhibition, but also a symbol of entering the world-class stage.
It's a big deal, and each of the works in it is a shocking work of carefully selected masters of photography.
Numerous reporters have followed up before the official start.
The team reviewers are all master-level figures, and only one reviewer is a Huaguo.
He sat in the office and couldn't help but press his forehead. He had a headache. "The entire army of domestic photographers was annihilated. The highest one got only five passes."
The exhibits that can be sent here must pass at least half of the curators' passes.
The other senior executives heard the words and silenced them.
As a host, Hua Guo didn't even have a painting to enter the exhibition. I'm afraid that this will be the talk of the major media.
The domestic influence is not good.
Can't put a piece of work in at will.
The photo exhibition of the Universal Building is the first milestone in China. The selected works are selected globally and the gods fight. Even if other curators in the world give the host a face, just put in a piece of work, and when it ’s bad, it will be The public execution scene.
The reviewer of Huaguo is having a headache.
Someone knocked on the door outside, "Mr. Zhou, there are new works coming."
"New work?" The reviewers are at a high level, and they are almost at the end of the review. There are new works, "Who's?"
"HE." The staff member said, holding a packaged work in his hand.
HE?
A few years ago, the genius photographer who showed his enthusiasm at the Photographic Exhibition in the United States of America has become one of the top ten landscape photographers with three pictures.
Unfortunately, she remained hidden for several years after that, and several international photography exhibitions failed to invite her.
This time, the master plan of Universal Building also invited HE, but did not hope that she would come.
Unexpectedly, she appeared in the last few days of submission.
"She has a new work?" The reviewer stood up excitedly. "What is this time?"
Other high-level officials came around.
"HE" is very famous in the photography world, especially her three sky-high landscape photography works, which are still beautiful talks in the circle.
They are all in the circle, naturally wondering what amazing works she brought this time.
The staff holding the work carefully placed the picture on the table and said, "Listening to the delivery man, this time it is a picture of a character."
Figure of people?
The enthusiasm of the senior management and the reviewer was originally enthusiastic, because the words of the staff fell again.
Everyone knows that "HE" is a landscape photographer.
Scenery is sentimental to scenery, portraits are sentimental to others, and the profession has a specialization.
The top landscape photographer is definitely not too bad at taking portraits, but the portraits she shoots are definitely not as good as her landscape pictures—
What they want now is not "not bad", but a work that can be put on display and fight with a group of gods.
The reviewer sighed with regret, and he retracted his gaze: "Why did you send in your personal work?"
The staff has cut the packed carton with scissors.
**
good night
(End of this chapter)
