Abduct a boy and bring him back

In fact, there are three days of New Year's Day holidays, and Qiao Mohan already had a day off yesterday. Ling Huan envied the life of [-] to [-], where he could rest on various weekends and statutory holidays.

He replied good morning to the man on his mobile phone, and he got up without stopping to start his day's journey.

The New Year's Eve is tomorrow night, Ling Huan took time to have dinner with Qiao Shanshan at noon, and chatted about tomorrow night's live broadcast.

"That's all, the place is in my studio, it's more convenient, and I don't have to take the clothes back and forth." Qiao Shanshan said.

Ling Huan propped his chin, a little collapsed.

It is said to be a live broadcast, but the nature is actually that the brand is doing an event, and he is only showing clothes as an endorsement model, and finally he will give fans some benefits, awkward chats, autographs and so on.

Signature...signature?sign……

Ling Huan was not calm anymore.

"Sister Shanshan? Can you not sign it? I see people sending postcards, lip prints or something during the live broadcast?" Ling Huan said, if his words were sent out, would he really lose his fans?

"There are postcards printed, but what's the use of bright postcards, you have to sign your name to be worth it." Qiao Shanshan said, "But it seems that you have really done your homework, and you can get lip prints if you want. , I’ll ask my assistant to buy one for you tomorrow, wouldn’t it be better for you to print it on site?”

Ling Huan automatically made up the picture in his brain, and waved his hands decisively, "Forget it, I'm just talking."

After Qiao Shanshan left, Ling Huan called Qiao Mohan. The man was taking a nap. He had just fallen asleep not long ago, so he said in a daze, "Huh?"

Ling Huan gritted his teeth, feeling very jealous, "...you still have the habit of taking a nap in winter?"

The man sat up from the bed, "Oh, I provoked you even when I was sleeping, why is it like a small dynamite bag."

"You're the dynamite kit." Ling Huan said, "Hey, let me tell you something!" Ling Huan said.

"So serious, what's the matter, say?" Qiao Mohan stretched his waist, lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and walked out while listening to him.

"Sister Shanshan explained that I have to send out a few autographs during the live broadcast..." Ling Huan only said half.

"Signature?" Qiao Mo was delighted, with a gloating look, "Baby, I came here to find what I said, and I told you to practice calligraphy, but you didn't listen. It's over, are you going to lose fans?"

Ling Huan gritted his teeth and couldn't find anything to refute for a long time.

Qiao Mohan poured himself a glass of water and sat on the sofa, "Otherwise, I'll sign for you?"

Ling Huan refused without thinking, "No, what's the difference between this and lying."

"Good baby." Qiao Mohan said, "The name is not someone else's, but your own. You have been practicing for so many years, it won't be so ugly if you write slowly?" Qiao Mohan said very uncertainly arrive.

Ling Huan felt a little nervous, whether he was used to seeing it, or the way he looked more and more beautiful, but he didn't know what other people thought.

It wasn't until Qiao Shanshan sent Qiao Mohan a photo of Ling Huan's name on the contract that the man knew how serious the situation was.

"Honey, why don't I ask someone to design a signature for you?" Qiao Mohan suggested very pertinently.

A lot of money? "Is that the kind of star sign?" Ling Huan asked.

"Yeah, yes, anyway, I can't understand what is written, and no one will find it ugly." Qiao Mohan replied.

As soon as the words fell to the ground, Ling Huan felt that he had been hit by tens of millions in an instant.

However, with the backing of Qiao Mohan's words, Ling Huan went back to class with peace of mind. The whole afternoon was devoted to mathematics, and he needed [-] points of concentration to digest it.

Mathematics is his life gate, if he can't pass this level, it is estimated that there is no hope.

When the fat man yelled in the morning, Ling Huan felt that he had used up all his energy for the day, otherwise he wouldn't have become so sluggish, his eyes were glued to a slit, and he wanted to fall on the table.

The math teacher above has also been aiming at this side for a long time, and Ling Huan has a headache.

In the end, there was really no other way, and he squeezed the fat man's lower back twice to wake him up completely.

The fat man grinned his teeth in pain, looked at Ling Huan with tears in his eyes, and said, "Wuuu, you are really my good tablemate. It would be really weird if I couldn't leave this year."

Then the last two classes were really motivated.

Before the last class ended, Ling Huan silently wrote his name on both sides of the notebook, left and right, up and down, admiring stroke by stroke, trying to barely see a trace of value.

The corner of the fat man's mouth twitched, and it was finally his turn to laugh, "Hey, buddy, you want to practice signing autographs, right?"

Ling Huan continued to be in a daze, his eyes were blank, and his speaking speed was much slower than usual, "How do you know?"

"The whole world knows that you are going to start a live broadcast. Don't people give away autographs when they start a live broadcast..." Fatty said from the bottom of his heart, brother can see what you are thinking with his toes, except for brother Qiao's matter of course. That's Qin Feng's character design.

Ling Huan jumped up suddenly, and scratched his hair irritably, startling the fat man, "Oh, you scared me to death, almost thought you were a corpse."

Qin Feng and Zhang Mingxuan also turned their heads to study the name in front of him meaningfully, "Ling Huan, you just..." Zhang Mingxuan was halfway through speaking, and Qin Feng picked it up, "This is not right, his characters are ugly, But your own name can be written beautifully, you are too weak, at least it is your own name, how can it be poked out with a stick, and it can’t be done horizontally or vertically?”

Ling Huan's glass heart shattered into large pieces, "Are there roommates like you? Can we still sleep well together..."

The fat man suddenly circled his chest, far away from Ling Huan, and began to play tricks rather shyly, "Who... who, who slept with you, he... he is still a handsome yellow flower?!"

Zhang Mingxuan and Qin Feng looked at each other and threw up in all directions.

Ling Huan turned around and wanted to get out, but he was blocked by the fat man's pile of meat, very sad and helpless! !

The few people watching the excitement around were overjoyed.

The head teacher came in from the front door, dressed in much prettier clothes than usual, and the active boys in the class let out a commotion, "Beautiful head teacher, do you have a date today?"

The class teacher twisted the broken hair from the side of the ear to the back of the ear, and pointed to the stool behind the boy's buttocks, "The buttocks are placed on the stool, twisted around, ah ADHD!"

The class immediately became quiet for a while, but the tone of the class guide changed, and he smiled again, "I have something to tell you, the last class will not be there, um... tell your parents to come pick you up, after the new year's holiday Two days, come back to normal class the day after tomorrow."

Ling Huan was still lying on the table in a daze when he heard the first half of the sentence.

Xindao...the parents came to pick him up?Then he doesn't need to call, it's none of his business, he doesn't have parents, so let's just sit here and study hard, then he grinned and gave a class time just to call his parents?I'm afraid this leader is crazy. Where did he come from so many things to say?

until……

The fat man next to him began to pack his things, and Qin Feng in front of him also began to wriggle around.