Trafford’s Trading Club

“Sister, have a drink first. The sun is raging today. I'll rush the director. Let him turn it on as soon as possible! If we keep doing this, people will faint! ”

Tujiaya picked up the cup from her sister Tujiaqing and shook her head: “It's okay, I'm fine. But it's you. You've been busy all morning. You need to get some rest. ”

Tu Jiaqing shook his head immediately, "Sister, I'm not tired at all! You're a big star now, big singer. What if I don't keep an eye on you? Don't worry! I'm going to talk about the director! He'll be here soon! ”

“Hey... this kid. ”

Watching Dolce run away vibrantly, Dolce shook her head. After she drank the saliva, she watched the script.

It's like being completely integrated into your world.

Even around here, it's long gone out of water, full of students watching, and the paparazzi that follow the story.

Knock, knock.

Slight shutter sound. But for musicians who are good at poking sound sources, they can already be heard clearly. Paglia wrinkled her lower brow.

Found a woman... who should have snuck up next to the nanny car for a sneak photo shoot with a ID around her neck, probably a journalist.

“Ma'am, it's forbidden to approach here! ”

A bodyguard walked right up to the reporter and said, "Delete what you just shot and get out of here now! ”

“What if I don't go?" cried the reporter with a smile. ”

“Miss, please be polite. ”

“Li... your mother! ”

Why are women so tough today? The bodyguard was very depressed and the saying was that a good man did not fight a woman... especially a woman with the same personality as this bitch. Well, it's pretty, but it's kind of sad.

“Miss, please be polite! And, please, leave!” The bodyguard said in silence again.

Unexpectedly, Tujia softly said: "Let her come, this is my good friend, it's okay. ”

The bodyguard stunned and saw the woman with the camera pushing herself away with a smile and walking to the nanny's door. Tujia shook her head at this point: "KingKong, it's all right here, I'll talk to my friend. ”

KingKong was helpless, so he nodded and went back to where he was standing.

“The big star is different, and the bodyguard is old enough.” The female reporter said, and looked at Tujiaya's commentary: “Tsk, this body is also good, can't it be rectified? ”

Tujiaya doesn't have a good airway: “Miss Ren Ziling, can't you be serious? Haven't seen you in years... Same old! ”

Ren Ziling laughed and stepped into the nanny's car and looked at the environment: “Well, you should have had a good time these past few years, won several consecutive awards for music. Now you're definitely one of the reddest female singers in the South! ”

Tujia shook her head: “There's nothing good about it, there's a lot of red people. ”

“What's the matter?” Ren Ziling asked curiously.

Tujia said: "It's all a small thing, nothing. Are you still working as a reporter? How's it going? At that time, I worked outside. I heard about your husband..."

Ren Ziling stretched out his lazy waist: “Me, I don't want anything now. I just want to work hard and raise my son well. ”

“Son!” Tujiaya glanced and grabbed Ren Ziling's palm in a hurry. “What did we say when we were reading? A good sister for life? You didn't even tell me you had a baby! Tell me, what does my nephew look like? Isn't that cute? You really don't have a son to see! ”

Ren Ziling suddenly turned his eyes and said: "Girl, do you really want to see your ‘big’ nephew? ”

“Isn't that bullshit? ”

“But you can walk away?” Ren Ziling glanced: “If you can walk away, I might let you see it right away! Honestly, my son, he's handsome! ”

Tujiaya hesitated for a moment, "If it was a while, there should be no problem and the shooting hasn't officially started. ”

“Well, I'll let him come over right away... let you hug him! ”

“What? Purple...”

Yet Ren Ziling jumped out of the nanny car and went straight to the side to make a phone call. Tujiaya stunned and wondered if the good sister was working with the kids, right?

……

“Hey, son! ”

“ …… ”

“Hello, Rochu? ”

“Something wrong? ”

“Where are you now? ”

I also looked on the stool for information about the Gospel of Judah, and after hearing about it, I thought about it.

Normally, he should be in school by now - he is indeed in school at present.

Of course, if the answer is at home or no longer at school, the designation will be annoyed by mother's love.

“School.”

“That's right, I'm here too! You come to me, I'm right here... this way! ”

“Don't go. ”

“Wait, you're not curious why I'm at your school? ”

“I'm not curious...”

The newspaper where Ren Ziling is, in fact, specializing in gossip news —— why did she come here, just heard the two girls walking past about the big star, and Rochu had an idea.

“Okay, I'll be right over! Where are you?”

“Wait… I'm coming. ”

……

……

Technically, Black Soul 9 is also supposed to be an old ghost. As for the Too Shady... naturally, it's 500 years old.

So what can two old men do in a university library that's almost all young people?

Boss Luo said that if you want to educate Tai Yin in a duck-filling style, then naturally all you can do is read.

“What!! Damn Tatsu dared to hit my Da-Ming's mountain?!! ”

“This Wu Sangui deserves a thousand knives!! ”

“The Qing Dynasty is well extinguished!! ”

“How dare you invade my land of Shenzhou! Kill!!! ”

Looking at a simple book of ancient and modern history. Tai Yin's reader dramatically dried up, danced his hands and feet, and blew his beard and glared at his eyes. If he hadn't been a black soul messenger now, no soul, no ghost at all could have seen him, I'm afraid he would have been kicked out with a broom a long time ago.

Black Soul 9 learned some modern general language during this time, and he felt that one of the sentences could be used to describe the situation at a time when it was too shady.

Fucking retard...

Dark Soul 9 shook his head, and if it hadn't been for the club owner's orders, he hadn't thought about teaching the new Dark Soul.

He just sat quietly by and watched the young man in the library silently.

Perhaps you can also find the right golden master here.

Desire is hidden in the mind, but if you look carefully, you will usually find some.

People are most relaxed when they are alone, and they also reveal their nature when they feel that no one is paying attention. Black soul messengers can switch between appearance and hiding, and it is easy to observe the unknown side of humankind.

Black Soul 9 frowned at this moment, and now a young woman walked in, seemingly looking for an empty seat.

His time as a black soul messenger has been short, and his abilities are naturally not comparable to those of a newcomer like Tai Yin - a woman with a very pure soul who can offer high quality trading money.

While Black Soul 9 was trying to take a good look at this woman, some images suddenly flashed through his consciousness.

Hanging on to the oil umbrella, someone staring in the light rain seemed to be calling something.

The image is blurred, but there is an awesome sense of broken intestines that emerges in the idea of Black Soul 9.

Black Soul 9 wanted to work hard to see what the shadow was like in the pus until the woman who was going to tempt her as the Golden Lord walked by Black Soul 9.

The woman's appearance instantly overlapped with the vague figure in the consciousness.

Black Soul No. 9 is faint: “Lan Fang...”

He called out a woman who felt strange but was like a familiar name, looked at this seemingly confused, and stopped.

……

Zhang Wanrui hesitated for a moment.

Seems to hear someone shouting out the name 'Lan Fang’... that's her grandmother's name.

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

“Weird... Was it empty before? ”

She shook her head, and now that there was a seat, she sat down.

PS1: Thanks again for the 'Cute and Soothing’, ‘Waving Negro’ reward.

PS2: Mmm! Kill the Goalkeeper and become a Goalkeeper (N) generation! Nice work! There is no red envelope, but I have an update, which is the best gift the writer can give back to the reader, balabalabala!!

PS3: In fact, PS3 can also be understood as distinguished by the fact that this writer has a heart that wants to be a millionaire reader, but he just refuses to say it...

PS4: Yeah, I'm the standard ticket collector and reward little tail PS4.