Mr. Zhao's sweet wife

Just after eating a piece, Kao'er secretly screamed that it was not good.Xiaoya also noticed it, and blamed herself, "Qiaoqiao, what's wrong with you, do you have a headache? Is there something wrong with my stinky tofu?"

"No, it's okay, I, I'm going to the bathroom~" Kao'er rushed into the toilet of the examination room as soon as he put the paper bowl down.

After she came out, she pouted and muttered, "Not bad, it tastes great~"

People passing by heard this and smelled the faint stench, and immediately kept a distance of at least five meters away from her, even a beautiful woman would never want to approach me!

"Qiaoqiao, are you alright?" Xiaoya asked with concern.

"No, what can I do?" Bai Shanshan recalled the taste just now, "Sister Xiaoya, what did we eat just now?"

"Stinky tofu, are you not used to it?"

"I'm used to it. It's delicious. Is there any more?" Bai Shanshan asked anxiously.

"Ah," Xiaoya scratched her head and said, "I saw that you didn't feel well after eating, so I threw away the rest."

Standing in front of the trash can, Bai Shanshan, who had been swallowing her saliva, stretched out her hand, but finally retracted it under the gaze of passers-by.

I don't care about it, I just worry about Qiao Qiao's death.

"Sister Xiaoya, let's eat stinky tofu there!" Bai Shanshan suggested.

"But it's time to practice driving."

"What's the problem with the car? I'm sure I've known it long ago." Bai Shanshan said, she didn't know if she would, but someone would.

Xiaoya knew that Qiao Qiao was a genius at driving, and she was incomparable. Moreover, she had asked for leave, so she didn't go with her in the end, but she gave her the address and told her to go and return quickly.

Bai Shanshan happily held her mobile phone and bag, ready to spend her own money on a good meal.

"WeChat or Zhifubao?"

"Wait a minute, I have cash." Bai Shanshan remembered that she still had a bonus of 1 yuan, but flipped through it, only finding one yuan coin.

"Let's use WeChat~" Bai Shanshan chatted, wondering if Jiang Chen put it away.

The money on the phone is Qiao Qiao’s. Although she and Qiao Qiao don’t know each other, she still hopes to enjoy the fruits of her labor, so she finds a bank with her exclusive bank card and withdraws exactly 1 yuan to spend whatever she wants.

She also wisely asked the boss who sold the stinky tofu for an extra plastic bag, thinking that she would not touch the money directly when withdrawing the money, and wrap it in a plastic bag first, so as to save Bai Jiaoyue out.

However, when she got to the cash machine and saw her bank balance, Bai Shanshan was dumbfounded, "One, 100 yuan!"

Now there is only more than 100 yuan left on the card, "Where is my money, I..."

When Bai Shanshan saw the bank's alarm number on the ATM, she almost dialed it on impulse.

I calmed down after picking up the phone, and took out 100 yuan first, and the remaining change could not be taken out.

Then she found a corner with few people in the lobby of the bank and started watching the previous video.

When she saw Bai Jiaoyue's video, she realized that this guy invested his own money in that barbecue restaurant.

"Shanshan, the money is in the bank, and the interest can't beat inflation, so I helped you invest in Su Qin's barbecue restaurant. I am very optimistic about this project. I invested 100 million. Now you are in this catering company. Owning 25% of the shares, the third largest shareholder, don't thank me."

Seeing Bai Jiaoyue's face exactly like her own, Bai Shanshan's teeth itch with anger, wishing she could slap herself, she doesn't want so many shares, I want money, I want money!

But she couldn't figure it out, since Bai Jiaoyue didn't know her password, how did she take the money away?

At this time, an aunt who heard her number called in front walked to the service window.

"What business do you do?"

"change Password."

"Is it me? Have you brought your ID card and bank card?"

Hearing this, Bai Shanshan muttered, me, ID card, bank card? !

It was as if a light had shone into her little head.

She immediately dug out the Boss Bai's exclusive bank card that had saved [-] million before!Received a number, I want to change the password!
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Arriving at the headquarters of the National Writers Association, Jiang Chen signed in, and then found the room where the "Seminar on Anchor and Shaping of New Generation Writers" was held. This time, most of the invitations were young writers under the age of 40.

It is said that the standard is very high, and it was hosted by the top-ranking chairman of the Writers Association.

As soon as Jiang Chen sat down, he saw Teacher Sun Baseng from the Secretariat of the Writers Association. He was mainly in charge of liaison with writers on the Internet.

Teacher Sun walked up to Jiang Chen directly, "Prince Shen is really a rare guest, I have invited you several times, and finally invited you out of the mountain."

Jiang Chen said, "I really didn't have time before. As long as I have time, I will definitely come to the organized activities. I also hope to get closer to the organization."

Sun Baseng nodded, and suddenly came over with his ear, and said in a low voice, "Don't leave after the meeting, Chairman Tie please~"

Vice Chairman Xue and Jiang Chen are from Hebei Province. Jiang Chen doesn't have any personal friendship with her, but he thinks she's a nice person. After all, she doesn't need to recite the full text of her articles.

Jiang Chen pulled Sun Baseng back, "Mr. Sun, why did Chairman Xue ask me for it? Could it be that she was angry because I didn't come to the meeting several times?"

"My lord is worrying too much. As long as it's not a meeting that must be attended by roll call, it doesn't matter if you come or not," Sun Baseng comforted him, "This time she saw your signature when she came in, and she is going to care for the young generation."

Jiang Chen glanced at the front, back, left, and right seats, "There are so many young people, why do you care about me alone?"

"I'm not sure about this, I'm just a messenger," Sun Baseng looked at the time, "I have other things to do, so I'm leaving first, you know Chairman Xue's office."

"do not know."

"It's okay if you don't know, Chairman Xue will come later and let her take you there."

As soon as Sun Baseng left, Jiang Chen immediately sat next to other writer friends, and everyone had signs in front of them.

The one on the left is called Ouyang Murong, and the one on the right is called Cao Shanshan. They both look in their 30s.

Ouyang Murong was fat and greasy, Cao Shanshan was shriveled and thin, Jiang Chen sat upright, and he was still the most handsome cub in the audience.

He kept in mind that he was meeting this time to expand his social circle and expand his influence, so he took the initiative to attack.

"Hello, two teachers, my name is Jiang Chen, and my pseudonym is Prince Shen."

"Oh,

Oh.
Oh.
Ouyang Murong. "

Cao Shanshan: "Oh, oh, oh, your mother is so big~"

Ouyang Murong: "Fuck,

fuck,
fuck,
Grass coral, don't go too far! "

Cao Shanshan: "Am I going too far? Am I going too far? You, brother, judge me. I'm not going too far."

Jiang Chendan said sincerely, "You are not too much, and you are not unreasonable. This brother Ouyang is just a little stuttering, but you interrupted him because of this irritability, and even attacked him personally. You didn't go anywhere. Reason."

Cao Shanshan tugged at her long and oily hair angrily, "Ouyang Murong, do you think you stutter!"

"I don't stutter," Ouyang Murong grinned, and to prove himself, he even gave a tongue twister, "Is there a lama from the east, with a bag of toad in his hand..."

"Then you were just now?" Jiang Chen was confused.

"I'm a poet, and I created a style of poetry just now, called European style." Ouyang Murong said triumphantly.

"European body?" What the hell?

Cao Shanshan introduced concisely, "When the first word at the beginning of a sentence is the same as an exclamation word, repeat the first word several times, for example:

Gan!
Gan!
Gan!
Are you tired from work?

or:
Wow!
Wow!
Wow!
Baby eats milk when hungry~
Pay attention to the rhythm of my speech, which is segmented. "

Jiang Chen blushed, "So the shit just now..."

"It's an exclamation verb."

"Not bad, not bad, I understand it very deeply~" Ouyang Murong narrowed his eyes, as if he had been recognized.

Jiang Chen couldn't help but regret coming to this meeting, and even wanted to change places with Cao Shanshan.

He didn't want to talk to the poet any more, and turned to Cao Shanshan, "Brother, you don't write poetry, do you?"

"I'm not, I'm a documentary writer."

"Wow! Wow! Wow! Digging into the dark side of society and fighting against the power, that's amazing!" Jiang Chen was in awe. In his heart, documentary writers could be equated with some fearless reporters.

Ouyang Murong immediately cheered up, "Sure enough, the charm of European sports makes people can't help themselves!"

Jiang Chen wanted to give himself a slap, and continued to chat with Cao Shanhu, "Brother Cao, what works do you have?"

""100 Days of Undercover Dongguan XX Club", "Records of the Current Situation of Contemporary Women", "Daily Minutes of My Shared Rent with Five Princesses"..."

The more Jiang Chen listened, the more he felt something was wrong, "Brother, why do you write this kind of writing?" It sounded like Internet works from ten years ago, and those were not allowed to be written long ago. I didn't expect documentary literature to be allowed!

"What's the matter, focusing on women on the margins of society, I think this is a great project!"

"Yeah, look at Mr. Cao's body, for these great causes, he has given up. For this reason, I want to compose a poem..."

"Rolling," Cao Shanshan interrupted Ouyang Murong's poetry, and asked Jiang Chen, "Little brother, what are you writing about?"

Jiang Chen: "I write about the Internet."

The faces of the poet and the documentary writer suddenly turned subtle, and the poet asked, "Is that the crooked dragon king?"

Jiang Chen thought for a while, "Although that is also considered the Internet, we are not the same."

The documentary writer asked, "Is it the kind of vindictive horse?"

Jiang Chen said awkwardly: "It's closer."

Then the two immediately showed disgust on their faces, "Brother Ouyang, there are still vacant seats over there."

"Brother Cao, let's sit over there~"

Seeing the two leaving with the name tags, Jiang Chen exclaimed, he was disgusted!

I have heard Dongge, Ershen and others say that Internet writers will always be despised if they participate in the activities of the Writers Association.

If he was despised by Jia and Mo, he would admit it, but he was despised by such two people.

So Jiang Chen didn't listen very carefully to the whole meeting, which had nothing to do with it. His mind was full of how to insert two funny tricks in "Eternal Immortal", one surnamed Ouyang and the other Shanhu.

After the meeting, everyone left in an orderly manner, but Ouyang Murong and Cao Shanshan were thick-skinned and wanted to take a photo with Chairman Xue and post a few likes on their scarves.

"I'm sorry, there's something else to do," Vice Chairman Xue refused majesticly yet gently, looking at Jiang Chen behind, "Xiao Shen, let's go, let's talk."

If you call me Xiao Shen, then you will be impolite, "Okay, Aunt Xue."

Xiao Shen?Aunt Xue!
Ouyang Caoshan was stunned, but Chairman Xue was a little taken aback. When he left the meeting room, he asked curiously, "Do you know my relationship with your father?"

"What, what's the matter!" Jiang Chen shuddered, my mother is still alive!
"When I went to the countryside, I broke my leg. At that time, the medical conditions were poor and the situation was critical. I almost became disabled. It was your father who saved me. I thought Mr. Li Er had told you."

"Ah, you still know Mr. Li."