[Continued from above]

"Huh? Who's in love? ”

Shen's father, who heard the news, opened his mouth and asked three times: "Is it our son?" Who are you in love? ”

Shen's mother, who had just received the major news and had not yet recovered greatly: "Get out." ”

But Dad Shen is not an obedient master, he squeezed onto the sofa and hugged his wife: "What's wrong?" ”

"Oops, fuck off!"

The disobedient Shen's father: "Okay, what do you want to eat, wife, I'll let Sister Zhang make you some?" ”

"I'm not hungry, and you should eat less! High cholesterol! ”

After scolding the old man who doesn't make people feel at ease, Ms. Liang Yunyan, the former and queen who has thousands of fans, sat on the sofa, and tried to recall what the male protagonist's mother should do after this situation in the idol drama.

As a result, she thought about it for a long time, and only remembered the standard configuration of the bloody drama: "Give you five million, leave my son" lingered in her mind, and other than that, she didn't come up with anything.

As a result, she was stunned for five minutes, and Ms. Liang didn't figure out how to reply to silence.

So, Ms. Liang gave up. In line with the idea of "1+1>2", he shouted at Shen's father, who was sitting at the dining table drinking tea: "Old Shen! ”

"Hey, here we go!"

Father Shen ran over from the restaurant and sat on the sofa: "What's wrong wife?" ”

"You say, he won't lie to us, will he?"

Shen's mother still felt that this matter was a bit mysterious: "I thought he lied to me at first, but then I thought about it, if he really doesn't want to come, just say that he has a job, and we are not unreasonable, there is no reason to lie to us." ”

Compared with Shen's mother, Mr. Shen Wenhua was extremely calm, he patted his neck: "Oh, what do you want, didn't my son say that he would bring it back for dinner tomorrow night, and he would know tomorrow." ”

———————————————— I am the gorgeous dividing line——————————————

The Shen family's side is quite normal, but Qiao Jin's side can be regarded as overturned.

Jiang Qingci looked at Qiao Jin, who was sitting on the sofa and pulling his hair, and scratched his head with a blank face: "What are you doing with that?" ”

Qiao Jin raised his head and glanced at him, and after two seconds, he lowered his head again and began to shake his head frantically: "What should I do!! ”

Jiang Qingci, who silently watched her convulsions: "......"

What's wrong?

Qiao Jin went crazy and raised his head again: "You said that the male god will not ignore me anymore because of this matter?" Ahhhh!!!h ”

I've been making trouble for a long time because of this.

Jiang Qingci looked at her with a funny face, picked up the mobile phone on the table and called Shen Mo again, but it turned out that there was a mechanical female voice from the opposite side that no one answered.

"Amer didn't answer the phone, and there is no way to tell him now, he should have booked a ticket for tomorrow morning, and it should be there in the morning, so he can only say it now."

Jiang Qingci put away his mobile phone and looked at Qiao Jin: "According to the originally scheduled itinerary, there will be an advertisement tomorrow morning, the contract has been signed, liquidated damages are not a problem, anyway, Amer has money, but my suggestion is that you better go." ”

"Why?" Qiao Jin was depressed, "Spare me..... The premiere has just passed, and here you come again?"

"But you have to accept it sooner or later, so it's better to try your hand first." Jiang Qingci sat directly on the ground with a big grin, "It just so happens that this time it's a cooked dog, it's from our dormitory, it doesn't matter if you're finished, you can hold it if something happens." ”

Qiao Jin successfully grasped the wrong point: "Wait..... What is a cooked dog??? ”

"A good person who mixes together is called an acquaintance, and a dog that mixes well is called a cooked dog, it's simple."

Qiao Jin: "...... Simple. ”。

God him. Damn familiar dog, what kind of weirdness is this! / Slap the table / Slap the table