Madam, Your Sockpuppet is Lost Again!

He Chen had a good temper in 19, but it did not mean she had no temper.

Hearing the words, only spoke, "Yes, I humiliate your face, but I did not ask you to give me birth."

There seemed to be a pause there before saying incredulously: "What are you talking about? Do you tell me again?"

He Chen put the beer can aside and pressed her abdomen with one hand. Because of the excessive movement, she pulled the wound and cold sweat on her forehead gradually came out.

The blood stains had passed through the gauze and had reached the white shirt.

"I said, if you sign a newspaper, we will dissolve the relationship between father and daughter." The expression on her face remained the same, calmly speaking.

Then, regardless of the voice on the phone, she hung up.

Only the sound of variety shows remained in the room.

He Chen was still leaning on the sofa chair. Her excessively white fingers continued to pick up the beer. Before she had a sip, she heard the doorbell outside the door.

She posted a "Do Not Disturb" sign outside the door, and the waiter should not be so blind.

After the doorbell rang twice, it disappeared.

He Chen did not care, she continued to lean on the sofa TV.

For two minutes in the United States, a huge dialog box suddenly popped up on the computer display playing variety shows.

It directly accounts for two-thirds of the computer screen.

The dialog box is black on white.

The two regular characters of NuoDa occupy almost the entire dialog box-

Go to open the door.

Be concise.

No one can do it except Qin Ran.

He Chen glanced at these two words, his hand paused, and then he got a headache and went to open the door.

She thought that those outside would be Cheng Shui.

When opening the door, there was no burden on my mind.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door was opened, Qin Xiuchen was wearing a mask and leaning on the door frame.

He is lowering his head and pressing his finger on the phone, he should be talking to someone.

The lights in the hotel corridors are not so obvious. He Chen's first arrival is a silhouette, which will be like a star.

He Chen tranced for a second, and responded, "Qing Yingdi?"

"Ran Ran asked me to bring you something, are you okay?" Qin Xiuchen stood outside the door, speaking while pulling out his mask, to the blood stains on her shirt, exquisite eyebrows Concern jumped up.

Qin Xiuchen is a big star, and some people in the continent now recognize him.

He Chen turned sideways and let Qin Xiuchen come first, "Fortunately, Ran Ran let you come over?"

Qin Xiuchen was going to give He Chen the medicine at the door, and told her to leave it with good medicine.

He is self-disciplined in this respect.

When filming outside, I would never enter a female room without a camera.

He stood at the door and paused. He Chen was a friend of his niece. After He Chen's excessively pale face, Qin Xiuchen thought about it and went in.

As soon as I entered, I smelled not too strong.

He looked up. He Chen's room was not tidy. There was a row of beers on the table, and there were messy things.

Variety shows are also playing on the computer.

The Qin Ling was unlocking a Luban lock above, and everyone else looked at him expressionlessly.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy, do you want to drink something?" He Chen walked to the refrigerator and found that in addition to wine or wine, he could barely be squeezed by the wine in the last mineral water.

"No," Qin Xiuchen shook his head slightly, put the plastic bag in his hand on the table, lowered his head slightly when talking, and turned her sideways: "Ran Ran said you didn't want to go out, so I took the medicine, you can do it yourself Treat the wound?"

He didn't ask much, nor did he talk about wine.

He Chen paused, "Okay, trouble."

Her wound is in her abdomen, so it's okay to do it yourself.

Qin Xiuchen heard the words and nodded her head slightly, her eyes soft with some indescribable tenderness, "She is worried about you."

Otherwise, he will not be asked to come by himself.

He Chen is wearing Qin Xiuchen, she knows that Qin Yingdi is indeed rumored, keeping away from any woman, so gentle to her at this time, but because of Qin Ran.

He Chen took it to the interior of the room to treat the wound.

Qin Xiuchen didn't know where He Chen was, and he wouldn't say anything to her with good words for her, just sighing in the decaying surroundings.

Qin Xiuchen had already quietly left when He Chen finished the wound and came out again.

The beer can garbage that she placed on the table also disappeared, leaving only three cans of beer, neatly placed on it.

The smell of wine in the air also dissipated a lot, and Qin Xiuchen opened half of the window.

Only the sound of variety shows remained in the hall.

Jing Wen's cousin laughed exaggeratedly, and the show atmosphere was very lively.

He Chen leaned against the bedroom door frame, but could not feel the lively atmosphere.

For a long time, when she walked to the sofa again, the doorbell rang again.

What seemed to explode instantly in He Chen's mind.

She walked to the door and opened it.

Standing outside the door, it was still Qin Xiuchen. The mask he was wearing this time did not tear off, only his eyebrows that seemed to be bent, he could feel him laughing, and he handed the bag with the lunch box in his hand to He Chen.

"There is a street next to China Street. The boss has good craftsmanship. This is fish fillet porridge. I will ask Brother Chen to give you the contact information over there later."

Because it was too late, Qin Xiuchen answered the phone and left.

He Chen stood at the door, listening to Qin Xiuchen's voice talking to the person over the phone, she knew that the other party should be Qin Ran.

She smiled and finally sighed again.

He Chen closed the door.

Be at the table and open the lid to eat porridge while watching TV.

The phone not far away rang again.

This time, He Chen did not turn a blind eye, but glanced at her as her assistant.

She took the spoon in one hand and picked it up in the other."

"Your photographic work, I have processed the last point and printed it, but..." The assistant paused, "Are you sure you can exhibit it?"

The other party is Qin Xiuchen.

He Chen took another bite, and after hearing this sentence, she thought about it and remembered it, "Relax."

He Chen has never broken the chain, the assistant nodded, "OK, then I will immediately send it to the curators of the Global Tower."

The assistant hung up the phone, and the staff around him asked excitedly, "How is it?"

The assistant clenched his fists. "Agree, I'll go find them first."

The staff finally breathed a sigh of relief and sat on the stool on the side, muttering: "This time it's really hilarious."

**

Beijing, the headquarters of the Global Building.

This is the first time that the world's top photography exhibition is held in China. This is not only an exhibition, but also a symbol of entering the world-class stage.

The troubles are serious, and each of the works is a shocking work of carefully selected master photographers.

Before the official start, countless reporters have followed up.

The team reviewers are all master-level figures, and only one reviewer is from Hua Guo.

He sat in the office and couldn’t help but hold his forehead, which was a headache. “The domestic photographers were wiped out. The highest one got only five passes.”

The exhibits that can be sent here must pass at least half of the curator's pass.

The other high-level officials heard a few words, and were silent.

As the host country, Hua Guo did not even have a painting to enter the exhibition. I am afraid that this matter will become the talk of the major media.

The domestic influence is not good.

Nor can you put a work in at will.

Universal Studio's photo exhibition is the first milestone in China. The selected works are selected by the world. The immortals fight. Even if the curators give the host a face, just put a work in, and when it is bad, it will become public. Execution site.

The auditor of Huaguo is having a headache.

Someone knocked on the door outside, "Mr. Zhou, a new work has been sent."

"New work?" The reviewers looked at each other at a high level, and they were almost at the end of the review. There is also a new work, "Whose?"

"H." The staff member held a packaged work in his hand and began.

h?

The talented photographer who showed his strength at the American Photography Exhibition a few years ago became the top ten landscape photographers in one fell swoop with the help of three landscape maps.

Unfortunately, after that time, she hid for several years, and several international photography exhibitions failed to invite her.

This time, the master plan of Global Tower also invited h, but did not hold her hope that she would come.

Unexpectedly, a few days after the final submission, she actually appeared.

"She has a new work?" The reviewer stood up excitedly, "What's this time?"

Other high-level leaders also came around.

"H" is well-known in the photography world, especially her three high-priced landscape photography works are still beautiful talks in the circle.

They are all people in the circle, naturally wondering what amazing works she brought again this time.

The staff holding the work heartily put the picture on the table and said, "The person who heard the delivery said that this time it was a character picture."

Figures?

The senior management and the auditors were enthusiastic, because the staff's words fell again.

Everyone knows that "h" is a landscape photographer.

Scenery is sentimentality to the scene, portraits are sentimentality to the people, and the art industry specializes.

The top landscape photographer is certainly not too bad at taking portraits, but the portraits she takes are definitely not as good as her landscape pictures-

What they want now is not "not bad", but a work that can be sent to the exhibition to fight a group of gods.

The reviewer sighed regretfully, and he withdrew his gaze: "How did I send my personal works here."

The staff has taken scissors to cut the packed carton.

Digression

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good night