Chapter 135: I heard that you were reborn, President
"Guess what."
"I can't." Xiao Yan was tormented by the plot, as if he got the answer but didn't have the process during the exam, and he was happy like a fool for the first time about his identity as the eldest son of the Xiao family: "The follow-up must be arranged." ”
"Nope." Mo Zishu replied vaguely: "They haven't figured out how to deal with the aftermath yet." ”
"Huh?"
"The script is a brainstorming experience." Mo Zishu thinks it's better to explain to his family: "Those acting children have not been abused yet, and you have to wait for them to make it up." ”
In fact, they were all things that she forced to dig out from their hearts, the process was violent and cruel, and after the end, all the artists took out their scripts tremblingly and with tears in their eyes, and finally hugged each other as if they were running away to seek warmth.
When I met her now, I couldn't help but tremble, and the timid one knelt down and bowed down to worship her early years.
These real experiences are particularly moving.
Then, she pondered and spelled out the story, and unblocked the 001 polish that made her cry and swear never to run away from home again, and it was so simple to complete, the process took less than three days, but the human staff who had been hypnotized for several months woke up hungry and panicked in false memories, thinking that there were too many livers day and night, causing unsteady footsteps and falling asleep one after another.
The old man of the Xiao family on the other side angrily poked the ground with his cane, was furious in the courtyard, and slapped the ill-intentioned informant with hatred, with an angry face, and sent a group of people on the spot.
"No matter what I do. Xiao Huang is the head of my Xiao family, with all due respect, everyone here is not qualified to say more!"
That child seems to have been fascinated, and actually went to do drama for the sake of an arranged wife, this is not for nothing to make people laugh at the Xiao family!,
Did he forget how chaotic the Xiao family was, how many people were looking forward to his death, what did he go through to climb to this position step by step, or was he really cursed by that disaster and became a beauty lover and died!
"The dignified head of the Xiao family has reached the point of going on stage to do a play, and the Xiao family really doesn't believe it."
After the internal meeting was held to talk about the outrageous behavior of the head of the Xiao family, the old man of the Xiao family put aside his crutches, walked around the room a few times in a hurry, and immediately called Xiao Huang, who was unable to carry his brain.
Xiao Huang was silent, and the gloomy face stimulated by Mo Zishu rarely smiled, and he said narrowly: "Old man, your body is fine." ”
"Fuck you, okay?" The old man, who had very spicy means, exposed his true nature in a place where no one was around, and said violently: "Little rabbit, do you curse me to death?" ”
"How dare you." Xiao Huang couldn't help but chuckle, and said in his heart that in his previous life, when you died of old age, he was so hard-mouthed, and he suddenly changed the topic: "I like the wife you arranged for me very much." It's like you love an old lady. ”
The old man of the Xiao family asked depressedly: "This girl, do you think so?" How long have you seen her, what is so good that you are tied up as a prodigal son. ”
Even if he married his first wife, he saw the big Xiao Huang since he was a child, and he said that he would run, the world was full of waves, almost no home, and he liked to collect beauties and cause trouble everywhere, can this little girl make him feel good?
It was not easy for the prodigal son to turn back.
At the beginning, Xiao Huang's little rabbit cub openly resisted marriage, making it clear that he would not engage in any true love in his life, and his lifelong pursuit was to run around and flirt around, living a debauched and uninhibited life.
After becoming the head of the family, no one dares to take care of it.