Trafford’s Trading Club

47. Chapter 47 Do you want to hug my son?

“Sister, let’s drink it first. Today’s sun is too fierce. I will remind the director and let him start up as soon as possible! If this continues, people will stun the past!”

Tu Jiaya took over the water cup sent by younger sister Tu Jiaqing and shook his head. “It’s okay, I’m fine. It’s you, come together in the morning and come to work now, take a good rest.”

Tu Jiaqing immediately shook his head. “Sister, I am not tired at all! You are now a big star, a big singer. If I don’t care a little, what should I do if I take advantage of it? You can rest assured! I will talk about that. Director! Come soon!”

“Oh… this kid.”

Tu Jiaqing, who was running energetically, Tu Jiaya shook his head. After she drank her mouth, she looked at the script in her hand.

It is like being completely integrated into your own world.

Even if it’s all around, it’s already a lot of people, and it’s full of onlookers and the paparazzi who keep track of the reports.

Kā chā kā chā

A slight shutter sound. But for musicians who are good at capturing sound sources, they can already hear clearly. Tu Jiaya frowned.

I found a woman… It should have been sneaked to the side of the nanny car, taking a sneak shot, and hanging a certificate on the neck, probably a reporter.

“Miss! This is forbidden to approach!”

A bodyguard immediately came forward and confronted the sneak shot of the female reporter said solemnly: “Delete what you just took, and then leave here immediately!”

The female reporter raised her nose with a smile: “Is it if I don’t want to go?”

“Miss, please be polite.”

“Rite… your mother!”

Why are women now so embarrassed? The bodyguard feels very depressed. As the saying goes, a good man does not fight with a woman… especially a woman with the same character as a shrew. Well, although it looks very beautiful, but the character is a bit sad.

“Miss, please be polite! Also, please leave!” The bodyguard again solemnly said.

Unexpectedly, Tu Jiaya whispered: “Let her come over, this is my good friend, it doesn’t matter.”

The bodyguard stunned, but saw the woman holding the camera shook herself open and walked to the position of the nanny car door. Tu Jiaya shook his head at this moment: “KingKong, it’s okay here, I talk to my friend.”

KingKong was helpless and had no choice but to return to the original position.

“The big star is really different. This bodyguard is also old enough.” The female reporter said, and looked at Tu Jiaya’s commentary: “tsk tsk, this figure is also good, it will not be finished?”

Tu Jiaya is not good said angrily: “Miss Ren Ziling, can’t you just stand it? I haven’t seen it for a few years… it’s still the same!”

Ren Ziling haha ​​set off on the nanny’s car and looked at the environment. “How, in the past few years, you should have been very good. You have won several awards in music. You are definitely the most red in the South. One of the few female singers!”

Tu Jiaya shook his head and said: “There is nothing good or bad, people are not much.”

“What?” Ren Ziling asked curiously.

Tu Jiaya said: “It’s all trivial, it’s nothing. It’s you, still working as a reporter? How are you doing? At that time I was working outside, I heard your husband…”

Ren Ziling stretched out and said: “I don’t want to do anything now. Just want to work hard, then raise my son well.”

“Son!” Tu Jiaya looked at her and quickly grabbed Ren Ziling’s hand: “What did we say when we were reading? Good sisters for a lifetime? You didn’t tell me if you had children! Tell me soon! I, what does my nephew look like? Cute? You are so real, there is no son to see the sun!”

Ren Ziling suddenly turned his eyes and said: “Niu, do you really want to see your ‘big’ scorpion?”

“Is this not nonsense?”

“But can you go this way?” Ren Ziling squinted. “If you can walk, I might let you see it right away! To be honest, my son, handsome!”

Tu Jiaya hesitated for a while. “If it is for a while, there should be no problem. The filming has not officially begun.”

“That line, I will let him come over… let you hug!”

“What? Purple…”

Seeing Ren Ziling suddenly jumped out of the nanny car and walked straight to the side and called. Tu Jiaya, I thought, this good sister should not be working with children?

……

“Hey! Son!”

“…”

“Hey? Luo Qiu?”

“Is there something?”

“where are you now?”

Luo Qiu, who was still looking for information on the Gospel of Judas on the stool, after thinking about it, thought about it.

Normally, he should be at school now – he is indeed at school.

Of course, if you answer your own question at home or no longer at school, you will be asked to have a copy of Ren Ziling who will be overwhelmed by maternal love.

“school.”

“That’s just right, I am just there! You come here, I am here… here!”

“Don’t go.”

“Wait, don’t you wonder why I am at your school?”

“Not curious…”

The newspaper where Ren Ziling is, in fact, is dedicated to the publication of Eight Trigrams (gossip) news – why did she come here, just listening to the two girls who mentioned the big stars, Luo Qiu has already thought of A rough.

“Good! Then I am coming! Where are you?”

“Wait… I am coming.”

……

……

Strictly speaking, the Black Soul 9 should also be considered an old ghost. As for Tai Yinzi… Naturally, it’s five hundred years old ghost.

So what can two old ghosts do in the university library that is almost all youngster?

Boss Luo said that to teach Tai Yinzi a cramming education, the only thing that can be done is to study.

“What!! The wicked scorpion actually dared to hit my big mountain?!!”

“This is called Wu Sangui’s work!”

“The Qing Dynasty is well!!”

“These damn Fanbang barbarians, dare to invade my land in China! Kill and kill!”

Looking at a simple history of ancient and modern history. Tai Yinzi, while the readers are moving, dancing and blowing their beards. If he is not Black Soul Envoy now, no one can see it, no one can see it. I am afraid that I have been driven out with a broom.

Black Soul 9 learned some modern versatile words during this time, and he felt that one of them could be used to describe Tai Yinzi’s situation at this time.

Mom’s mental retardation…

The Black Soul 9 shook his head, and if it weren’t the order of the Club owner, he didn’t think about teaching the newbie Black Soul.

He just sat quietly and looked at the youngster of the library in silence.

Perhaps you can also find a suitable investor here.

Desire is hidden in the heart, but as long as you carefully observe it, you will usually find something.

When people are alone, they are the most indulgent. When they feel that there is no one to pay attention to, they will reveal their nature. Black Soul Envoy can switch back and forth between appearance and hiding, making it easy to observe the unknown side of humans.

The Black Soul 9 was slightly frowned at this time, and there was a young woman coming, seemingly looking for an empty seat.

His time as Black Soul Envoy is not short, and his ability is naturally not comparable to Tai Yinzi, a newcomer who has a very pure soul and can provide a high quality transaction fee.

Just as the Black Soul 9 was going to take a good look at the woman, some of the pictures suddenly flashed through his consciousness.

With a paper umbrella, someone staring in the drizzle seems to be calling.

The picture is awkward, but there is a feeling of sorrow in the mind of the Black Soul 9.

Black Soul 9 wants to work hard to see what the figure in the pus can look like, until the woman who intends to act as an investor to walk around the Black Soul 9.

The appearance of a woman overlaps with the vague figure in that consciousness.

Black Soul 9 whispered: “Lan Fang…”

He called out a stranger, but familiar name, and looked at the woman who seemed to be wondering what was stopped and stopped.

……

Zhang Qingrui hesitated.

It seems that I heard someone calling out the name ‘Lan Fang’… This is the name of her grandmother.

But in front of me, it’s just an empty table, no one.

“Strange… Is it empty before?”

She shook her head, and since there was space, she sat down.

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PS1: Thanks again to ‘Meng Meng Shu Shu Shu’, ‘The Wave of Blackman’.

PS2: Yes! Kill the goalkeeper and become the goalkeeper (N)! Well done! Although there is no red envelope, but I have updated, this is the best gift for writers to give back to readers, balabalabala! !

PS3: In fact, PS3 can also be understood as the fact that this author has a heart that wants local readers, but he is not willing to say it.

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