The orange juice with the ingredients has been drunk, and now it is time to sit back and wait for the effect of the drug to kick in.

Ai Yuan can be said to be more enthusiastic about Zhu Quan, and the one who praised him was called a skyrocket, and the name of "the light of the national vision" was shouted out by him.

If he hadn't found that little bit of white powder, then Zhu Quan would definitely believe that Ai Yuan would not frame him;

If his cup was not broken by Ai Yuan "unintentionally", then Zhu Quan might have written it off after punishing him this time;

However, he didn't expect Ai Yuan to be so resolute, and he also closed the door for Zhu Quan to forgive him.

Just when Zhu Quan and Ai Yuan looked at each other for the appropriate effect, Ai Yuan's mobile phone on the table "buzzed".

A text message came.

Ai Yuan picked up his mobile phone and saw that it was a message sent by Bu Pianren, the executive vice president of the original owner of the audio copyright of the novel "Tukang" Publishing House, asking if there were any changes to the broadcast plan, and wishing Ai Yuan's program a complete success, and at the end it was also very vaguely pointed out not to disclose the actual purchase cost of the author's audio copyright and some details of the contract.

In order to prevent others from aiming at the content on the screen of the mobile phone, Ai Yuan directly leaned back and put the mobile phone in front of his eyes, smiled, and held the mobile phone in both hands to reply.

And at this time, there is a problem on his left-hand side!

A sturdy waiter brought the 'Northern Apricot Pork Lung Soup', which was originally steady, but Ai Yuan suddenly leaned back, in order to ensure that the soup was not knocked down, he could only use his body to resist.

And Ai Yuan's left hand happened to be holding the mobile phone, and he was hit by an impact at that time, and then it rebounded to the front, poof, and almost fell into a porcelain porcelain solid!

Fortunately, Ai Yuan reacted quickly, and immediately held the table with his right hand and stabilized his body.

"Oops!"

"Are you alright, Mr. Ai?"

"Ah, Xiao Ai, what's wrong with you!"

"Waiter, what are you doing?"

...

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ai, are you okay?"

After the waiter brought the 'Northern Apricot Pork Lung Soup' to the table, he immediately apologized to Ai Yuan.

Ai Yuan was shocked, but quickly recovered his emotions, thinking that he was going to "get promoted and raised, become a host, become a director, marry Bai Fumei, and go to the peak of life", he waved his hand again and again, and said, "Forget it, forget it." ”

Ai Yuan hurriedly picked up the phone again and saw that the original interface was gone, so he had to create a new blank text message and repeat the text he had just typed:

"President Bu, don't worry. Although it is the first time for us to work together, you go to several other publishing houses to inquire, what is my reputation? I won't ask how much you give the author, and I don't want to ask, as long as the audio rights and broadcasting rights of the subsequent series of this book are given to me, I'll be OK. Moreover, it will also help you comfort the author appropriately. ”

After writing, when Ai Yuan flipped to Bu Pianren's mobile phone number and was about to send it, Zhu Quan on the side took the initiative to bring Ai Yuan a bowl of 'Beixing Pig Lung Soup' that had just come up, and said, "Brother Ai, come to a bowl?" ”

Ai Yuan didn't expect Zhu Quan to serve himself a bowl of this soup, he glanced at the soup suspiciously, and saw that there were some small peppers on top of the soup, and the spicy taste of the small pepper rose along the heat of the soup, and it rose to a high place in an instant, and the spicy taste of the little pepper also went down his nose and into the nasal cavity.

Chewie!

And just when the little pepper caused Ai Yuan to sneeze, one was careless, and the thumb of his right hand seemed to touch something.

Ai Yuan sneezed three or four times in a row, and even tears were about to burst out.

Ma Dan, I don't know if Lao Tzu can't smell the smell of pepper!

said that it was too late, and Ai Yuan was about to scold, but as soon as he raised his head, he met Zhu Quan's kind and slightly caring gaze.

All right!

Seeing that this product was given a laxative by himself, and he didn't know that he was allergic to pepper, he reluctantly didn't pursue it.

"Brother Ai, are you okay? Is it a cold? Zhu Quan asked with concern: "Do I have to stay away from you, I still have to host "Late Night Horror" at night!" Can't be nasal..."

God's special cold!

If you can be on the anchor station today, I'll eat you!

Still nasal?!

Ai Yuan sneered in his heart, and pretended to laugh: "I'm just allergic to the taste of small pepper, and it's easy to sneeze when asked." ”

"That's it!" At this time, Zhu Quan's body leaning towards the other side also returned to its original position: "Then I'll rest assured!" ”

"Hmph..."

Ai Yuan snorted coldly in a voice that he could only hear, and then secretly looked at his phone, and suddenly showed a nervous and happy look.

When I sneezed just now, I chose the wrong name, and the object I chose to send a text message to was the mobile phone number of Bu Beibiao, the author of the book "Don't Scream, It Will Eat Your Tongue".

Because the vice president named Bu Pianren and the author Bu Bei are biased, the pinyin of their surnames is "BU", so the names are also next to each other.

Hold the grass !!

In other words, I almost told the author himself directly about the inside story?!

Fortunately, I found out in time, so I didn't cause a big disaster!

Ai Yuan could only secretly congratulate himself in his heart that he was lucky, and then glanced at Zhu Quan angrily, and planned to re-select the sender's name.

But suddenly, when Ai was afraid that others would see the content on the screen of his mobile phone, he chose to lean back again with his mobile phone, the back of the chair suddenly "clicked" and disconnected without warning.

Bang!

Jumping Sand Karaka!

Ai Yuan's "whooping" voice fell to the ground in front of everyone's eyes.

Poof!

Ai Yuan's body was thrown on the ground on his back, and his right hand holding the mobile phone was also trembling, and he directly touched the send button on the mobile phone screen to send this message out!

Zhu Quan, as an outstanding young man in China, although he "repaid me with grievances", but "repaid grievances with virtue", he still hurriedly went to help, and said: "Brother Ai, are you okay?" ”

Ai Yuan sat up again with the support of Zhu Quan and others, and he was about to cry.

"Brother Ai, there's no shame in being fat, anyway, the radio host doesn't rely on his face to eat!"

Zhu Quan comforted and snickered inwardly.

"Xiao Zhu is right, but we also have to lose weight, Brother Ai, you have broken the chair!"

"Teacher Ai, when I first came here last year, you were thirty or forty pounds fatter than now, right?"

"Xiao Ai, you have to exercise in the future!"

...

Everyone also unanimously asked Ai Yuan to lose weight, instead of blaming the quality of the chair.

Because in anyone's opinion, a big fat man of two hundred pounds put all the weight of his body on the back of the chair, and it is understandable to break.

But Ai Yuan was so hurt that his back hurt, and he didn't have the heart to answer at all, thinking:

This is probably the retribution for drugging Zhu Quan! However, as long as he survives this time, the script of "getting promoted and raised, becoming a host, serving as a director, marrying Bai Fumei, and reaching the pinnacle of life" will officially begin.

Thinking of this, most of the pain in Ai Yuan's body had disappeared, and he picked up his mobile phone and prepared to send the text message back to Bu Pianren.

But when he brought his mobile phone and saw the screen clearly, it clearly and clearly said that the recipient "Bubei Bi" was written on it, Ai Yuan's face couldn't help but change greatly:

Your sister, why did you send it out directly!