The next day, somewhere in Happy World:

"Looking forward to our next cooperation," Mr. Zhang stood up and smiled at the two men in formal clothes in front of him. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Well, Mr. Zhang, it's almost noon at this time, why don't we go out for a meal?" said one of the men with a smile.

"No, I still have a meeting to hold later, I can't leave, thank you, next time, I invite you" Mr. Zhang explained with a smile.

"Okay, let's not bother you busy man, let's go first, goodbye," said the man in the suit with a smile.

"Well, goodbye," Mr. Zhang said with a smile, watching them walk out of the office, sit down again, and lay lazily on the soft sofa chair, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Knock knock~"

There was a knock on the door.

Mr. Zhang straightened up, tidied up the clothes on his body, and said in a gentle tone, "Please come in"

As the office door opened, a smart female assistant in a white uniform entered, still holding a small stack of papers in her hand.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Zhang pinched the bridge of his nose and said in a slightly tired tone.

"Mr. Zhang, this is what you asked me to sort out about Su Zimo yesterday" The female assistant took out a document from the document she was holding in her hand and handed it over carefully.

"Oh, Su Zimo?" Mr. Zhang was slightly stunned, and then a handsome man who talked freely appeared in his mind, and he suddenly became interested, took it over, and looked at the information written on it carefully with interest.

"Su Zimo, male, born in Ning City, Guangjing Province, is a rookie singer, singer and creator"

"Dream Song Talent Artist, one of the favorites to win the championship at present"

"The Proposer and Pioneer of Project Hope"

Mr. Zhang tapped lightly on the desk while looking at the information in the document, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he nodded thoughtfully.

As for the female assistant standing on the side, seeing this, she had an idea, walked to the side, skillfully made a cup of coffee, and carefully brought it to the desk in front of Mr. Zhang and put it down.

Mr. Zhang was stunned for a moment, looked up, but saw steaming coffee on the table and a female assistant standing next to him, showing a smile, "Thank you, don't stand, you go get busy first"

The female assistant heard the compliment of her boss, her little face showed joy, and she was instantly full of vitality, "Yes, Mr. Zhang, then I'll go out first"

Mr. Zhang nodded, then lowered his head, looked at the information in his hand again, and gently tapped his fingers on the desk from time to time.

Seeing this, the female assistant turned around and walked out, closing the door gently.

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The noon sun shines through the window on a soft bed, and the young man on it rubs his eyes, stands up, and with a messy head of broken hair, walks to the window and closes the curtains, looks at the child who is still sleeping on the bed with slightly tired eyes, smiles, stretches, and walks out of the door.

It took nearly twenty minutes, Su Zimo walked out of the bathroom after washing, the whole person seemed much more energetic, opened the curtain on the side of the hall, and the dazzling sunlight directly shone in, directly dispelling the darkness in the hall, and it was much brighter.

"Daddy" At this moment, a hazy sound came from the bedroom door, which had just woken up.

looked over, but saw Su Xi'er rubbing her eyes with her left hand, holding the door with her right hand, looking at herself cutely, smiled, opened her hands, and said softly, "Come, little girl, come here"

Su Xi'er let out an "oh", staggered over with small steps, and trembled with a trembling appearance, which made Su Zimo worried, and couldn't help but walk up and hold him in his arms.

"Hey, Dad, good morning," Su Xi'er said in a glutinous voice.

"Well, sit down, watch TV first, I'll cook milk for you to drink" Su Zimo said with a smile, paused and said, "Go rinse your mouth first"

"Okay" Su Xi'er nodded obediently and staggered towards the bathroom.

After Su Zimo turned on the LCD TV hanging on the wall, he walked out of the room, opened the door, walked out, and took out a bottle of fresh milk from the silver box hanging on the wall.

Back in the house, walked in the direction of the kitchen, spent ten minutes, took two cups of hot milk, walked to the sofa, put it on the table, and said to Su Xi'er on the side, "Wait until it's cold before drinking"

"Oh," Su Xi'er replied with a glutinous voice, and then stared at the hot milk with a pair of clear big eyes.

"Welcome to today's current affairs of Guangtian News Channel, I am the host Zhang Ting"

"Today's talk is that yesterday in the long dragon happy world on Guangtian Yingbing Road, a certain man caused a crowd of enthusiastic onlookers, according to tourists, this person is one of the popular contestants in the current dream song show, and yesterday sang Cantonese songs in it, therefore, it caused many tourists to watch, lined up a long queue of autographs"

Listening to the sound from the TV, Su Zimo was stunned for a moment, looked up, and saw that a video of yesterday's dense crowd was playing in it, but the main owner was marked with a mosaic, making it difficult to see the face.

"The next thing to talk about is that two days ago, an old man fell to the ground near the People's Middle School, and a middle school student went over to help him up, but he ......"

After Su Zimo looked at it intently for a while, he sighed, looked at Su Xi'er on the side, picked up the milk on the table, tried it, the temperature was just right, picked up another cup, and brought it to Su Xi'er to "drink it"

"Mm-hmm" Su Xi'er held the cup in both hands and tasted it, her eyes bent into a half-moon shape, and she enjoyed it very much.

Su Zimo was bored, thought about it, opened the notebook on the table, and skillfully typed in a China Literature website.

This is a literary website called the name.,Carefully flip through it.,There are not many categories of novels in this world.,There is no outward extension of Xianxia.,Fantasy.,Xiuzhen and other categories.,At present, it's only divided into:Martial arts,Fairy tales,Suspense,Horror and other categories。

Su Zimo looked at the information on the screen thoughtfully, opened the novel "Broken Finger Piano Demon", which is currently the highest click list, and started from the first chapter.

About ten minutes later, Su Zimo pinched the bridge of his nose, the first part of the book is about a young man who was cut off two fingers due to something, and then encountered some adventures, after learning a good martial arts, he returned to the original place to take revenge.

The routine is very familiar, and in the previous life, this was an old stalk that had been continued.

Then register an account on the name literature website and log in to the backend.

After reading it carefully for a while, I left my own message according to the font on it.

Then he wrote "The Legend of the White-Haired Witch" at the name of the book, and after thinking about it in his mind, his slender fingers kept tapping on the keyboard.

Introduction: In the cool autumn of the 43rd year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty, Zhuo Zhonglian, the governor of Yunnan and Guizhou, stepped down and returned to his hometown of northern Shaanxi. Geng Shaonan, a Wudang disciple who accompanied the escort, was cut off two fingers of his left hand because of his arrogance and disobedience, as a punishment, and Lian Nishang has since had a grudge with the Wudang faction. The common people rebelled against the government, the subordinates betrayed their superiors, and the traitors betrayed the country, and the spirit of resistance and freedom were intertwined.

The first time: The Iron Arrow Divine Bow boy helped the giant eunuch Golden Saddle BMW thief to shake the silence

A sword comes from the west, a thousand arches are in a row, and the shadow is vertical and horizontal: ask the mirror is not a platform, Bodhi is not a tree, the realm starts from the heart, and it can be distinguished?

Is it a demon or not a demon? A non-demon is a demon? We must wait for the future generations to comment on the rivers and lakes!

The wind and thunder are magnificent, and the frost is charming. Sigh beauty peerless, white-headed and old, a hundred years of promise, live up to the alliance. Short flowers, long poems with wine, poems and swords always remember Qing every year. On the Tianshan Mountain, watch the dragon and snake pen walk, Mo Po Nanming-

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