The photo of Sang Yijia being discharged from the hospital could have been posted, but he was cut off halfway.

Sang Qiwen's people have been following Sang Zheng and them, and after discovering the paparazzi, they directly drove to stop the people and deleted all the photos.

The photos that the paparazzi finally took were originally intended to make a big wave, but there was nothing left, so they were naturally unhappy.

"Jiayang Technology Company?" A reporter looked at the information found on his mobile phone, "There are only two small video software under it, what is there to do about this?" ”

"So what now?"

The photos are gone, so you can't talk big about it, right?

"What's this, I'll go back and take two photos later, and I can still write about it." The reporter in charge of the editor is not afraid of things at all, "When the time comes, believe it or not, it will be the thoughts of netizens." ”

"Gone." The reporter who took the shooting put away his mobile phone, "A small company that has not yet been listed does not dare to go against our company." ”

"Write it however you want."

The third editor, who had not spoken, raised his eyebrows, "Go back and ask the editor-in-chief." ”

"Think about that Rolls-Royce." The average person can't afford it.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze, and no one spoke, as if they could hear each other's breathing.

——

Sang Yijia rested at home for three days, during which there were no special hot searches, and she also began to prepare for the withdrawal from the circle.

Before she wore books, Sang Yijia usually had a lot of hobbies, such as making handmade videos.

At this moment, Sang Yijia bought a lot of ultra-light clay on the Internet, and the address of the courier was the apartment.

After staying for two more days, Sang Yijia wanted to move back.

It's comfortable at home, of course, but it's really hard to do anything else.

In addition, Sang Yijia opened her laptop to create a new outline, intending to write a short story to submit.

And the place where the article was submitted happened to be Sang Qiwen's company.

Only 30,000 to 50,000 words of short plays, each chapter only needs 700 to 1,000 words.

Sang Yijia watched it for a while, locked the users of the short video, and then began to type on the keyboard.

"Jiajia hasn't been out for most of the day." Sang Mu began to count the time after lunch, "Is it a nap?" ”

"Let's see in the afternoon." It was easy to get sleepy after eating, and Sang Zheng couldn't help but yawn, "You see that Jiajia has nothing to do these days." ”

"Then it's going to be fine."

Sang Mu disagreed, "The third child said, although Jiajia's physical examination is healthy, there are no signs of the last coma. ”

Isn't she still worried that Sang Yijia will come to a coma again?

Sang Zheng hugged Sang Mu, "It's okay." ”

"Let's not scare ourselves."

Sang Mu moved her lips, thought about it and still didn't say anything.

…………

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Sang Mu glanced at Sang Yijia's room again, but Sang Yijia was still missing, "No, I want to take a look." ”

This time, Sang Zheng did not refuse.

As soon as Sang Mu got up, Sang Yijia's room door opened, and when she raised her eyes, she saw Sang Zheng and Sang Mu standing at the entrance of the corridor, "Mom and Dad, what are you doing here?" ”

"Simulate the Titanic looking at the sea from the bow of the ship?"

Sang Zheng, Sang Mu: "......"

"Jiajia, what are you doing in the room?" Sang Mu sorted out her expression and remembered what she was worried about just now, "Did you just wake up?" ”

"Nope." Sang Yijia shook her head, "I'm writing a script." ”

Sang Yijia originally wanted to write a short script for parents, but she couldn't write the feeling of deceit, so she simply wrote a script to kill.

Sang Zheng and Sang Mu were stunned, and the two of them looked at each other's eyes with consternation.

"Jiajia, when did you start writing?" Sang Zheng asked.

Sang Yijia knew that she would definitely let her parents know after she quit the circle in the future, so she answered honestly, "Just today." ”

"Mom and Dad, do you want to see it?" Sang Yijia scratched her cheeks and said a little embarrassed, "It's the first time I wrote it, and I don't know how it was written." ”

"Yes, yes." Sang Mu was very excited, "Let's watch, let's watch." ”

"Wait a minute." Sang Yijia turned and entered the room.

Sang Zheng looked at Sang Yijia's figure and fell into deep thought.

"Jiajia must be doing what work after quitting the circle." Sang Mu's eyes turned a little red, "Otherwise, how could she write a script if she hated writing essays so much since she was a child?" ”

"The vegetable market over there in the East Bay will be taken care of by Jiajia." Sang Zheng frowned and said, "The other buildings are also transferred, how about it?" ”

Sang Mu was silent for a moment, "Okay." ”

"Mom and Dad," Sang Yijia came out with a laptop, "can you just watch it on the computer?" ”

Sang Yijia originally wanted to print it, but there was no printer in the room, so she had to give up.

In this way, Sang Yijia thought about buying a printer from the apartment, which would be much more convenient.

For Sang Yijia's works, Sang Zheng and Sang Mu took it seriously, but they were fascinated when they looked at it.

"Eh, who is this last murderer?" Sang Zheng pinched his chin and thought, "Is it Xiaohong's roommate?" ”

"No, I think it's Xiaohong's ex-boyfriend." Sang Mu was the first to disagree, "This is obviously love killing." ”

Sang Yijia looked at the two of them discussing the plot and smiled, "Mom, Dad, I haven't finished writing this story yet." ”

"I'm going to use a pseudonym to post to my brother's company, what do you think?"

"Absolutely." Sang Zheng was still holding his laptop and watching it with relish, "Sure enough, it's my daughter, resourceful." ”

"That's what I gave birth to." Sang Mu replied unadmittedly, and then went to see Sang Yijia, "How about I ask my aunt to stew gastrodia for you tonight?" ”

Pig brain and gastrodia stewed together in soup are definitely enough to replenish the brain.

Sang's mother was worried that Sang Yijia was overusing her brain, but she was embarrassed to say it clearly.

"......" Sang Yijia was silent for a moment, then raised her lips and smiled lightly, "Mom, you can arrange it." ”

Sang Mu nodded contentedly, "Then I'll go talk to the chef." ”

After speaking, Sang Mu went downstairs.

Sang Zheng returned the laptop to Sang Yijia and looked at her seriously again, "Jiajia ......"

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Seeing that Sang Zheng wanted to speak and stopped, Sang Yijia was even more confused and tilted his head to look at him.

Sang Zheng shook his head and waved his hand, "It's okay." ”

"I just didn't expect Jiajia to be so good at writing." Sang Zheng sighed for a while, "You used to hate writing essays. ”

Sang Yijia paused, although the story in the book has changed, some plots and some characters have not changed.

For example, the original owner hated writing since he was a child.

"Dad, did you forget?" Sang Yijia replied without blushing and without panic, "I also participated in an essay contest when I was in high school. ”

"I won the first prize."

“？？？” Sang Zheng sighed, "Really? ”

"Yes, so, Dad, did you mistake me and my second brother?" Sang Yijia silently apologized to Sang Qiwu in her heart.

Thank you for the tickets of the officials~~~ Successfully advanced~~~A little happy~~~ Then continue to ask for tickets, and strive for the next round to continue to advance~~~Thanks(ω)

(End of chapter)