Zhou Hao was just about to defend.

"Mouse!"

Behind Zhou Hao, his father's angry roar came from behind him, "Play and play, you know how to play every day!" When Lao Tzu was so old, his son would play soy sauce! You get out of the park for me, in case an aunt takes a fancy to you—"

"Tsk."

Jiang Yang couldn't help it, "Uncle has high expectations for you." ”

As soon as Zhou Hao heard it, he knew that Jiang Yang wanted to be crooked, "You know a fart, it's a blind date, and now it's all parents who go on a blind date for their children." ”

The uncle asked, "Who is playing with you?" ”

Zhou Hao: "Friend." ”

Uncle Zhou approached, "Which one?" ”

Zhou Hao pointed to Jiang Yang's character.

Uncle Zhou muttered the name of Jiangyang's game: "I'm proud to be married!" Look at people, look at you, get out of the park for me. ”

Jiang Yang laughed.

Zhou Hao: "Jiangyang, your uncle!" ”

Zhou Hao had to turn off the screen of his mobile phone and get up and go out, otherwise the next thing would be a physical attack.

As for hanging up –

I can't win this game anyway.

"Victory!"

The game pops up two words.

Jiang Yang stretched his waist.

Li Qingning got up at this time and sat on Jiang Yang's lap, "I'll see, what name do you have again." ”

Jiang Yang asked her to see it.

Li Qingning thinks the name is okay, not too outrageous, just telling the truth.

She shook the manuscript in her hand, "I've checked, Charlie didn't write anyone's name wrong, I asked Zhu Li to send it to Sister Chen." ”

Julie sat right in the back.

They are now sitting in business class, which has only five seats.

She and Jiang Yang sat in the front, and Sister Xia sat in the back, as well as Zhu Li and a life assistant, and they were full of their own.

"Oh."

Jiang Yang agreed, put down his mobile phone, and hugged Li Qingning's waist.

There is a small TV next to him, you can watch programs and TV, and now "Sister Lang" is playing, and I don't know how many episodes it is, anyway, it is a public performance, and it looks pretty good, "Now the actors sing so well." ”

Jiang Yang admired it very much, sang and danced, and sang very well.

Li Qingning: "It's recorded in advance and the sound has been revised." ”

She has heard the scene, the singer is good, the actor came to participate in the show, the scene was miserable, and she could only rely on sound repair.

But one thing to say, she still likes to watch it.

She lay on Jiang Yang's shoulder and watched TV leisurely.

In the days before the Mid-Autumn Festival, the studio was very busy, with staff benefits, partner gifts, "Love Too Late" on the shelves, and a bunch of work such as promotional materials for the Yuzu Music Festival.

Sister Chen was busy until noon, and then she had time to sit down and rest.

She took a sip of water, slumped on the sofa, took out a lollipop from the drawer next to her, and put it in her mouth, "Hmm", Sister Chen felt that Jiang Yang knew how to enjoy it, this lollipop was delicious and quite replenishing energy.

She was eating, swiping down her phone, looking at the messages in the group, there was someone @ her just now, she was busy, and she didn't care about looking at it.

It doesn't matter.

Mr. Orange's unit gave out mooncakes and some things.

He took a break at noon and took the time to send one to Sister Chen's house, and by the way, he also sent two building block gift boxes, Mr. Orange @ Sister Chen in the group, and Xu Guangzheng, told them to give a gift box to their daughter, "The rest of the Tiangong building block gift box was given to Jiang Yang." ”

Sister Chen told them at the last party that Jiang Yang was playing with the Summer Palace blocks and writing a children's book.

Now this children's book has been signed by Xu Guangzheng and their publishing house.

Liu Tao: Good guy, why didn't I think of it.

Mrs. Liu: You Laipi!

Xu Guangzheng: Should I buy some Lego for children?

Bearded: Are there any "The Little Prince" bricks? What if I write "The Little Prince 2" again?

Liu Tao: I'll go to the whole set of Sherlock Holmes periphery.

Mr. Orange: Can you be a little creative, don't copy my ideas!

Sister Chen sat up slightly to make it easier to type.

Come and don't be rude.

Mr. Orange sent moon cakes and building blocks, and invited guests to dinner a few days ago, so Sister Chen had to express something.

She planned to urge Jiang Yang, she could still type on the train.

Sister Chen knew that Jiang Yang was writing a science fiction book.

She reminded Jiang Yang that if there was science fiction, remember to tell her, so Jiang Yang told her when he started writing.

Sister Chen just asked, and Li Qingning said that it had been sent to her mailbox.

Sister Chen sat back at her desk, opened her mailbox, downloaded the document, and read the title of the book first, like love, wouldn't it be a soft sci-fi?

That Mr. Orange is going to be disappointed.

Mr. Orange likes hard science fiction, and he thinks that Jiang Yang can write hard science fiction, not because of anything else, but because Jiang Yang's small test in "The Country Teacher" shocked him, the grandeur of the interstellar war description, and the magnificence of the singularity bomb destroying the planet. Especially when the scene suddenly shifts from the countryside to the grand interstellar war, Mr. Orange has a "slot"!

This convinced Mr. Orange that Jiang Yang could write hard sci-fi with the same texture as steel.

He has been waiting for Jiang Yang to write it, and he even came up with a way to send the building blocks, so he almost tied Jiang Yang up and locked up the small black room.

As a result, now comes a soft sci-fi book -

"Forget it, something is better than nothing, what is there to pick."

Sister Chen thought about it, dragged the manuscript back, and saw the title of the first chapter, "Closer Steps-1".

There are two typos in four words!

Jiangyang operates normally.

Jiang Yang, who has no typos, is not Jiang Yang, and there were many typos in the manuscript of "The Village Teacher" last time.

Children's books are also available.

However, in the past, Li Qingning would revise some of it when he watched it.

Apparently the draft hasn't been revised now.

Sister Chen said in her heart that the mood of this little couple on vacation was urgent enough.

She was just about to look down when an assistant knocked on the door, and the scheduled meeting time had arrived.

"Okay, I'll go - yes, Xiao Zhang."

Sister Chen stopped her assistant and asked her to prepare three more sets of gifts, and the bearded man and Liu Tao were also partners.

After Xiao Zhang agreed to leave, Sister Chen glanced at the document again, and there were a lot of typos!

Sister Chen doesn't look at it, let Mr. Orange worry about it.

She sent the manuscript directly to Mr. Orange from the chat software, and then posted a sentence in the group: "The manuscript has been sent, Lao Xu, lock the door well, don't let him take the mooncake back." ”

Xu Guangzheng: "Okay. ”

Mr. Orange: ......

Mr. Orange is driving.

He had just come out of Lao Xu's house, and when he was waiting for the traffic light, he saw the document and was happy.

Then, he saw the message posted by Sister Chen in the group again.

Mr. Orange just thought it was a joke and didn't care.

Didi!

The light is green, and the car behind is urging.

Mr. Orange started the car, and his heart was as sweet as honey, and this feeling was like buying the latest and greatest computer, just got it from the courier point, and it had not been unboxed yet, and then suddenly there was hope in his heart.

That's how this one feels to Mr. Orange.

He likes this feeling of hope very much, and hopes that this feeling will be longer, so he drove steadily, and after returning to the unit, he also said hello to his colleagues, and after returning to the office, he made himself tea and made an orange, so he sat down unhurriedly.

It feels like he's holding back to go home to the toilet, and he doesn't go right away when he gets home, so he prepares his phone or something, and then squats comfortably on the toilet.

That moment is the happiest.

He's all right now, just waiting to open the document.

His little white-faced colleague was originally watching a beautiful woman dancing a house dance, and when he saw him fighting, he tilted his neck and asked, "Master, do you have a good draft again?"

"Jiang Yang's manuscript!"

The little white-faced colleague became interested: "The one who submitted to us is still helping others-"

"Ours."

Mr. Orange tells his white-faced colleague not to disturb him.

He finally squatted on the toilet and let out a sigh of relief, opening the document—

Damn it!

Constipation!

It's a typo at the beginning.,What's the matter!

There are two more chapters in the back, which are updated before bedtime, but I slept late.

(End of chapter)