Heavy snow was falling, wrapping the city in a layer of silver. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info crackling firecrackers sounded one after another, and the new year arrived in the lights of thousands of homes. The Fu'an community is also bursting with the sound of firecrackers, and the smell of gunsmoke is everywhere. In room 802 on the eighth floor, Wu Jiaer took off his white tweed coat and hung it on the hanger, picked up the dishes on the table and threw them in his mouth.

Seeing this, Wu's mother couldn't help but say: "Oh, why don't you like cleanliness so much, hurry up and wash your hands, go quickly!" Wu Jiaer was indeed hungry for a day, so he washed his hands and ate on the table. Mother Wu brought another dish of food, looked at the door, and chattered to Wu Jiaer: "You said that your brother didn't come back like this, where did he go crazy at night." Wu Jiaer's mouth was full and there was no place to answer questions.

Father Wu, who was sitting on the sofa watching the Spring Festival Gala, couldn't help it, and replied: "You've been talking about it all day, the children are older, and they are measured." "The old couple began to quarrel, you and I said. Wu Jiaer was very happy to eat at the table, and he was already used to this noodle.

The crew had a holiday three days ago, and the film only started on the 6th. Wu Jiaer gave his assistant a holiday that day, and went home with his bag to eat. In the past few days, I have been busy catching up with friends I haven't seen for a long time, and I also went out for a day during the Chinese New Year today, and I just arrived home. My brother came back yesterday and left after the Lantern Festival, but he has more friends, and the dates for the old days are scheduled to be ten days later.

Saying that Cao Cao Cao arrived, Wu Peng hung up his clothes, handed Wu Jiaer a bag, said it was a gift for her, and then went to wash his hands. Wu Jiaer didn't steal it either, took out two pieces of paper to wipe his hands, and couldn't wait to open the gift. It's the latest Bllatr dual-purpose shawl, a blue shawl with a dark yellow floral tassel.

Wu Jiaer exaggeratedly exclaimed: "Brother, have you made a fortune? This scarf will cost about a thousand to say the least, right?" Wu Peng came out of the bathroom and rubbed her short hair vigorously: "If you don't get rich, you can't afford to buy a scarf for you! ”

"Wow! That's good, thank you, brother!" Wu Jiaer grabbed Wu Peng's arm and rubbed it, "Okay, don't play tricks, let's go eat." Wu Peng nodded her head with his finger. The whole family sat together, accompanied by firecrackers outside and the congratulatory message of the host of the Spring Festival Gala, and ate the first reunion dinner of the year.

It's already midnight after eating, but who can sleep during the Chinese New Year, the mobile phone group has been 'Didi', and they are all sending red envelopes. Wu Jiaer grabbed more than 200 yuan in half an hour, and then flashed with a smile. Click on the people on the address book, whether they are familiar or not, and send a New Year's red envelope of 6.66.

It's not much, but it's better than a lot of thought!'Dingdong''Dingdong' just sent it out, and someone replied. One of them is Deng Yu's reply, Wu Jiaer thinks that they haven't been in touch for a long time. So I clicked on it and chatted politely for two sentences, but it was back to my nature in less than ten sentences.

In the end, he asked Deng Yu for a red envelope, and clicked on it happily, and it was 88.8. Wu Jiaer originally felt that he wanted to return it a little, but when he thought that Deng Yu was not short of this money, he didn't pay it back. I still thought in my heart: If it weren't for the maximum limit of red envelopes being 200, would he have sent the real 888.

Actually, she is the truth, she was the first to ask Deng Yu for a red envelope, and she was also the first to send a red envelope to Deng Yu. When she received her red envelope, Deng Yu had just come home from outside and was cooking dumplings by herself. At first, I was a little surprised, but then I felt funny and novel, how old he was and actually gave him red envelopes during the New Year.

I chatted with her while cooking dumplings, and saw her ask for a red envelope. I thought to myself: How can I be the same as a child when I am a year older during the Chinese New Year, but I sent her an 888 in my hand. It turned out that the maximum limit was 200, so I had to send an 88.8.

At the end of the chat, Deng Yu sent a message that Wu Jiaer did not reply, and Deng Yu guessed that she was asleep, so he turned off his phone and went to sleep. Until the fifth day of junior high school, Wu Jiaer's life was to sleep well in the morning, go shopping with friends in the afternoon, and watch TV and swipe his mobile phone on the sofa at night.

My brother took his parents back to his hometown to visit relatives, and she originally wanted to go, but she had to start work on the sixth day of junior high school. In the past few days, I have eaten dumplings made by my mother before leaving, and if I really don't want to do it, I will go to the restaurant downstairs to order two takeaways. On the night of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Wu Jiaer packed up his things and called his mother to explain his whereabouts.

On the morning of the sixth day of the Lunar New Year, Zheng Xing picked her up and didn't go back to the apartment, and went directly to the company first. After Zheng Xing asked her last time, he didn't mention dancing, and he was getting better and better for her. When I arrived at the company, many artists had already started work, and some even didn't go home for the New Year.

followed Zheng Xing to the conference room, where there were already some people sitting inside, and they all nodded enthusiastically when they came in. The seats were arranged around a large rectangular table, Zheng Xing walked to the front rows of the table and sat down, and Wu Jiaer also sat down next to him.

As soon as I sat down, a girl on the left side came over, with a delicate and small goose egg face and a lively ball. A white lace shirt is worn over a black sleeveless dress, which is cute in the atmosphere. She said to Wu Jiaer very enthusiastically: "Senior sister, you are here too, I haven't seen you much last year, what are you busy with?"

"Hehe, what can you do! Go around the set all day to see what roles can be played. Wu Jiaer replied politely, but she was thinking in her heart: This should be the newcomer Zheng Xing brought last year, but it has only been a year, and she doesn't know it anymore. The chin is cushioned, the cheekbones are grinded, the corners of the eyes are opened, and the nose has become higher.

Just when the two were polite, the general manager and the art director came, first with a long speech, and then a summary of the development of each artist. Finally, there is the development plan of each artist this year, and after handing in the plans one by one, the meeting will be dismissed. Wu Jiaer went to Zheng Xing's office for a meeting, and there happened to be some scripts on the tea table.

Wu Jiaer flipped through it casually, and there were several scripts with her and Guo Manman's names written on them, thinking that Zheng Xing picked the script for the two of them. I saw that there was a fashion magazine on the table, so I picked it up and looked at it, all of which were well-known domestic brands. Wu Jiaer looked at it for half an hour, and Zheng Xing hadn't come back yet.

As soon as they left the conference room, Zheng Xing and Guo Manman were stopped by the art director, and Zheng Xing asked her to sit in the office, saying that he would be back in ten minutes. But it's been half an hour, and Wu Jiaer is going to take a look at the conference room. Along the way, I met acquaintances from several companies, all of whom were second- and third-tier stars.

Before entering the conference room, Wu Jiaer heard the quarrel inside. Zheng Xing changed his usual gentleness, and his words were full of anger: "This drama is not suitable for Manman, Jiajia's image is just right, and what are the plays you recommend, from the director to the actors, they are all newcomers who don't know where to come from." Jiajia's development is just right, acting in this will ruin Jiajia's image!"

Then the art director didn't know what to say, Zheng Xing's voice trembled: "I favor one over the other, I take care of Wu Jiaer, I....her play is not my own control, she quietly ran to plastic surgery, and finally left a mess that I have to clean up." Did I blame her? She didn't like it halfway through the performance, she stopped acting, I ran before and after to help her wipe her ass, did I say a word about her?"

There was silence in the conference room for a few minutes, and the sound of something falling to the ground came out. Wu Jiaer didn't listen outside, adjusted his expression, and walked in quickly. The conference room was in a mess, documents were scattered on the ground, and Zheng Xing sat on the chair with an ugly face. Guo Manman stood behind the art director, pinching her shoulders very well-behaved, and the people in the conference room were stunned when they saw her come in.