he's not, he's not

Rewind the time to 03:30 PM.

Literati are easy to talk about ten thousand years at a glance, but real life is often wrong at a glance, and there are thousands of differences.

What You Xiaoxiu saw stopped at the actor's chest, but when the monitor looked up, he saw two people having a booing session. One of their thoughts went up and the other went down. If you talk to a duck who is not up to the top, you will misunderstand the other party's meaning perfectly.

You Xiaoxiu: The monitor wants me to suck him!

God has eyes, the squad leader just asked him if he wanted to try kissing.

Fortunately, while You Xiaoxiu's beauty made her dizzy, she lacked a little courage at the same time. She had a heart but not a guts, and said coyly: "It's not good..."

The squad leader wanted to tease him again, but he had already stretched out his hand, quickly grabbed the squad leader's chest, and said shyly, "I'll just squeeze it."

Squad Leader: "..."

The ghost knows what the squad leader has experienced in his heart.

The two actors on television are still passionately entangled.

During the time when the monitor was struck by lightning, You Xiaoxiu didn't know whether it was because of happiness or something, she fell asleep with a sweet face, and the side where the monitor was pulled was still slightly swollen, and it was also infected by sleepiness. She and You Xiaoxiu slept with their heads on top of each other so that they didn't know what it was like tonight.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was the evil spirit in front of him.

The homeroom teacher took a deep breath, and was about to show his power. The outstanding parents walked out as soon as they hugged him, and whispered to comfort: "My son can't help but look forward to everything. Children also need their own space."

The homeroom teacher couldn't match his strength, and was pushed back to his room with eyebrows raised and nose raised.

"They shouldn't be allowed to sleep in the same room." The teacher in charge put his hands on his waist irritably.

The excellent parent didn't care about it leisurely, said "hi" and said, "it's just kidding around."

The teacher in charge rolled his eyes, feeling that his words were not speculative.

He made up his mind to have a good discussion with the two children tomorrow to understand what can and cannot be done. Melon split jujube.

Flipping through the timetable, he asked the outstanding parents: "Are you going back tomorrow afternoon?"

"Mostly. You and Three Three Four Four have to stay." The excellent parent replied.

"Why are there two dials?"

"Sansan and the others have another signing, and tomorrow night you have another round to sign the contract for "Another Work"."

As he said that, he looked at the class teacher and asked in a rare and serious tone: "When it comes to "First Work" in the afternoon, what do you think about it, class teacher?"

When the class teacher heard the name, his head suddenly felt like a bucket.

The excellent parents didn't know which muscle was cramped, so they included "Original Work" in the operation plan.Although it is good for creators to make money, it is the foundation of eating, but the head teacher really can't imagine what kind of effect it will be to put his Qzone on the screen.

Feeling his conscience, he said to the outstanding parents: "That book is not well written, and the development value is not great."

The excellent parent smiled: "Whether the writing is good or not is your business. Whether it is read or not is the reader's business. The value of research and development is the developer's business."

"It's my job to let you have enough food and clothing to write what you want to write without worrying about food and drink."

The head teacher will definitely look at the excellent parents, and the excellent parents will return their warm gazes.

After a while, the head teacher shivered suddenly.

"I've said it all," he said with a grim expression on his face, "Don't talk about earthy love stories, half of the earthy love stories in the circle are written by me."

"...Is this the same?"

The class teacher sneered: "From "The Original Work"."

A good parent uses his thick skin well: "Then I'll be blunt."

"You write yours. It's my business to raise you."