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But go further-

Then there was a group of super-care and loyal fans who were "reason overcoming lust after carnival" who were comparable to Sherlock Holmes's in-depth investigation and speculation.

"The little cute Boba who is waiting for the male god to open every day": [No, the male god never had an expression on Weibo before, he only posted texts. Today he even posted a beautiful little love heart???]

"I will never change my name if I am greedy for my husband's beauty": [Why do I think Shi Dada's early morning good night has such a deep meaning that is unspeakable? Could it be that I am thinking too much???]

So, the comment style became particularly affair...

[Why should the male god say good night to someone he secretly loves on Weibo!!!]

[Lying on the trough! When everyone said this, I suddenly felt that it was a point!!!]

[Shi Dada, you, you...you are not in love!!!]

【I'm going to be a ghost...】

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So, the Weibo account at around 3 o'clock in the morning was busy all night because of an update from Shi Muyang.

A girl who really has something to do with this Weibo post was already lying on the pink Simmons bed in her small apartment, holding the male god and holding the pillow, sleeping like a pig. She even squirted her mouth in her dream, which was so fragrant.

...

the next day.

Because Qin Su works as a screenwriter, his daily routine is to go to bed in the early morning, get up at noon, and skip breakfast directly.

She was still eating braised lion's head in her dream. Suddenly, a cheerful ringtone rang loudly. The big meatballs that had already been fed to her mouth in her dream fell straight from the chopsticks.

Qin Su wailed, opened his eyes in a daze, and his arms were long enough to touch his cell phone on the bedside table to answer the phone. The sound was too long.

"Hello--"

"Screenwriter Xiao Qin, do you have time now? I want to ask you something." The smiley voice of Wien on the other end of the phone came over.

Qin Su said "yes" loudly.

Wien laughed and was about to continue talking, but suddenly asked.

"Are you still sleeping?"

Qin Su said "Yeah" again.

Wien didn't care, and poured it out like a bamboo tube, like a bean pouring,

"That's right. I'm doing things outside with my assistant now and can't go back for a while. Simon was alone in the hotel. The notices for the past two days of the cold were pushed back. I was a little worried. He didn't answer the phone just now.

My boss is like that. Although he usually looks quite gentle, his temper is really not very good. When he gets sick, he looks more like a child. He has to coax his medicine to take. I am afraid that he will stay in the hotel alone, not take medicine, and have no appetite to eat. This may worsen the cold, and that will be bad, right?

So, screenwriter Xiao Qin, can you please help me go to the top floor of Jim Carrey to see my boss?"

After saying the last sentence, Qin Su, who was still sleeping on the bed for the last second, didn't know what year it was tonight, opened his eyes wide open, turned over, and sat up straight from the soft mattress.

Very thorough, I woke up.

Then he took the phone that was stuck in his ear and took a look.

It was really called by the male nerve agent!

"...Hey? Screenwriter Xiao Qin, are you still listening?" Wein, who had not received a response, said to himself on the phone again, "You won't fall asleep again..."

Qin Su quickly took the phone to his ear again.

“It’s here—I’m listening.”
Chapter completed!