MTL - Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back-Chapter 505 hemorrhoid

  Chapter 505 Hemorrhoids

   After Mr. Hong went out, he continued to stand at the door and listen.

  Just as Sister Chen was about to speak, Teacher Hong hurriedly raised his index finger to tell her not to speak, and then pointed to the door.

   "??"

  Sister Chen's eyes widened, wondering if Mr. Hong was so blatantly listening to the young couple's conversation?

   is too uncivilized.

but-

  The music is still very nice.

  She listens too.

  In the house.

  Jiang Yang was fighting wits and bravery with the opponent's mid laner, when Wang Zheng suddenly said, "Damn!"

  Jiang Yang trembled and let the other side take him away.

   "What your son said—"

  Jiang Yang couldn't describe it for a while, and the old man Wang said to his son: "Have you had that experience?"

  This is disrespectful—

  Jiang Yang: "I'm still a child."

  Wang Zheng didn't bother to talk to them, approached old man Wang, and said loudly to Jiang Yang on the other side: "I've filmed this script!"

  He waited for a while, "I must take the picture!"

so fun.

   Then, without waiting for Jiang Yang to answer, Wang Zheng said again: "When will the filming start!"

   This is not a question at all!

  Jiang Yang thought for a while, and now he has the script, the actors, and the director.

  The only difficulty is—

  Jiang Yang: "How do you calculate your salary?

   Certainly not based on the salary of one movie, that salary is enough to make several short films of them.

   It cannot be counted as an advertisement, they are not an advertisement.

in addition-

  The profitability of their short film is unknown, and they may just throw it online for fun, so their publicity and promotion capabilities are limited, and it may not bring much fame to Wang Zheng.

   Of course, the quality must not be bad.

   "I star for free."

  Wang Zheng said categorically, it can be seen that he really likes the script, and thinks that Jiang Yang's words are not a problem.

  If it makes a profit, it will be calculated according to the share.

  Wang Zheng will let his agent contact Zhou Hao later.

"good."

  Jiang Yang decided so.

However.

  Wang Zheng didn't intend to let Jiang Yang go, he quickly entered the working state and figured out the role.

  He asked Jiang Yang: "Who do you think the protagonist is?"

  Jiang Yang is the screenwriter, he must refer to Jiang Yang's suggestion.

  Jiang Yang: "Well, peeping tom?"

  He remembered that when the tuner was pretending to be a blind man playing the piano, he saw a client dancing with his clothes off. The fake blind man with contact lenses blinked, and immediately conveyed the triumph of voyeurism. He was very skilled and expressive.

  Wang Zheng understood.

  The piano stops.

   Li Qingning wrote the score, and Teacher Hong and Sister Chen who were listening outside the door happened to hear Jiang Yang's words.

  The two looked at each other, a little embarrassed, turned and left silently.

  After Li Qingning finished writing the song, the work came to an end.

  She got up and stretched, and walked towards Jiang Yang, "What salary?"

  Jiang Yang was sitting on the sofa, pulling her to sit on his lap, "Wang Zheng is going to star in my short film, and I was negotiating the salary just now."

   "How much is missing?"

   Li Qingning put his arms around Jiang Yang's neck and said domineeringly.

  How could her man worry about money? Since this short film was shot for fun, "Our family voted."

   Earning money is not just to spend for your husband.

   "These words—"

  Jiang Yang turned off the voice in the game, "I'm going to make a promise with my body."

  Li Qingning pushed Jiang Yang away in disgust, not letting him bury his head in his arms.

at the same time.

  Wang Gang and Sister Ying are under examination at the hospital.

  A few days ago, Sister Ying was busy with work and felt a little uncomfortable in her stomach. After a checkup, she followed the doctor's advice and rested at home for a few days. Today, taking advantage of Wang Gang's rest, they came to the hospital for another checkup to see if there was any problem.

  There are quite a few people doing color Doppler ultrasound in the hospital.

  Wang Gang and the others waited for a long time, and when they got the list to go to the doctor, it was almost twelve o'clock for lunch.

but-

  The doctor saw that they were more anxious than she, and in turn advised them to slow down and not be in a hurry.

  The doctor picked up the checklist, looked at it, and asked Wang Gang to take out the checklist from the last checkup.

Then-

  The doctor looked at the words on the back of the checklist, "You guys don't take the checklist seriously!"

  Wang Gang took a look at Sister Ying.

  Sister Ying was embarrassed.

  She found a particularly suitable reason, "Children are not sensible."

   "These will be used in the future, so they must be put away." The doctor's tone was serious, hoping that the young couple would take these things seriously. After Wang Gang and the others kept nodding and saying yes, she checked the previous report.

  Suddenly.

  She remembered something and asked, "Hey, aren't you the first child?"

"yes."

  Sister Ying: "That brat is a neighbor's child."

"oh."

  The doctor mainly confirms.

  There are some differences between the first child and the second child.

  She checked it again, and then put down the report: "Okay, it's fine, just pay more attention to rest and supplement nutrition."

"okay."

  Sister Ying and Wang Gang cheered up.

  Wang Gang stretched out his hand to pick up the report, but the doctor turned the report over and read the words on the back again.

  She felt challenged.

  The words of the doctor are often complained about and cannot be read clearly, but this word is written on the back of the inspection report. This is a blatant provocation!

   It seems to be saying, look, my handwriting is worse than your doctor's handwriting.

  The doctor asked again: "Is this really written by a brat?"

"yes."

  Sister Ying nodded.

  The doctor admired it with the eyes of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone.

   This word is really childish, like a cucumber seedling that has not been erected, "Take her eyes?"

   It looks like a composition for elementary school students.

   Being a teacher is also hard work. It’s a pain to read this composition.

   It's almost time to get off work.

  The doctor put together the report and handed it to Wang Gang, and asked them to keep it again.

Then-

  She left quickly!

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   The science fiction magazine editorial room is quiet.

  Mr. Orange covers his face with a book, trying to hide the fact that he is sleeping.

   Outside the office window, there is a row of ginkgo trees, which are most beautiful in the crisp autumn season.

   Under the lazy sunshine and blue sky, a gust of wind blows, the leaves rustle and fall, floating in the air, like a yellow butterfly. And when the sunlight passes through the clear glass in the afternoon and falls on the floor, shaking with the tree shadows, you can occasionally see the floating shadows of the leaves.

very nice.

   This should have been a pleasant sight.

However.

  Mr. Orange’s colleague Xiao Xia now only finds the sunshine dazzling.

  She closed the curtain angrily, and blocked Qiu Gaoqi from the window by the way.

   She has hemorrhoids!

  Sitting on the office chair, even if the office chair has a sponge cushion, even if she puts another cushion on it, the pain is still unstoppable. Its pain is not particularly painful, but the kind of slow-cooking pain, which can't be said to be painful, but it makes people restless.

actually-

   This is not bad.

   What Xiao Xia is really afraid of is going to the toilet. It’s almost like breaking a light bulb. If you bleed, that’s called pain.

   This is not the end.

  After pulling, Xiao Xia had to use his willpower to fight his body while sitting in the office.

  She always reminds herself, don't pinch, don't pinch, absolutely don't pinch.

  But the itching and pain in her **** can't help but make the muscles of her buttocks twitch for a while, and then pinch—

   That sour cool, really cool!

  Think this is over?

too young.

  When she woke up, she finally felt no pain, and she was as light as a swallow again.

Then-

  Going to the bathroom at public expense, the regular tuba time is here again.

   Let’s say whether to arrange or not.

Row.

   The shrimp continued to hurt for a day.

   No row!

  Hold on for a day or two, and the buff added to hemorrhoids by constipation will let young people know that what is the **** problem is the big problem.

   There is one more update, right away.

  (end of this chapter)