Raising the coffin to make a fortune [travel]

Taifu Yu's eyes were fixed on the sleeping boy in the crystal coffin, and there was an undisguised love in his eyes, which made Wan Baylor feel a little green, and his eyes turned red, and his whole body The temperature of the room was a little higher.

Suddenly being stabbed in the waist from behind, he let out an "ouch" and died in despair. The laboratory, which had been kept at a low temperature to preserve the body, finally regained a bit of coolness.

"Teacher, how are you doing?"

"It doesn't matter for the time being, Your Majesty, since we are here, we still have some business to discuss."

"En." Jin Wenling glanced at Wan Baylor, who had no intention of avoiding it at all.

Taifu Yu took a look at Wan Baylor. He is now his direct blood ancestor, but the other party also has the title of queen. The treasure books also fell into his hands. Even if he was Jia Zheng, but the other party was Jia Yuanchun, he couldn't afford any ancestral genealogy. After thinking about it for a while, he said: "The harem is not allowed to engage in politics."

"Fuck..." Wan Baylor originally had a smug expression on his face, a face that was useless if you were an ancestor, but this time he was hiccupped and hiccupped by choking, and muttered that you are cruel, and backed away silently .

……

Contrary to what the empress expected, Taifu Yu didn't seem to take the opportunity to pester Jin Wenling to reminisce about the past, the two of them only talked for a few minutes in the laboratory, and then came out one after the other.

As soon as Taifu Yu pushed the door open, he saw Wan Belle lying on the door like a husky, leaning closer to the door and trying to listen to the thief's words, he couldn't help but sneered, and deliberately leaned over to Jin Wenling's ear and said something small, Only then did I say goodbye and leave.

"Mimi!" Wan Baylor quickly pounced on Jin Wenling's body, his strong body hung on his slightly thin body like an octopus, forming a cute contrast.

"You can't do it in less than five minutes?" Jin Wenling peeled him off with a disgusted expression.

"Hey, miss you, newlyweds, 5 minutes is already a long time, the so-called 'see each other, like three autumns'."

Jin Wenling's face turned a little red, so she had to pretend she didn't understand the key point, saying that she really deserves to be a new gold medal screenwriter. Although she is half illiterate, she still has the skills to play word games.

"By the way, you have made an appointment with Xiao Jinzi in the past few days and signed a new acting contract. I just accepted a play for you, which is in ancient costume——"The Crisis of the Prosperous Age."

"What? I want to act again, what about you? I don't want to act without you."

"I will match you."

"...!" Wan Baylor was so surprised that his chin almost fell to the ground, he quickly reached out to catch his chin and pressed it, and it took him a long time to find his voice.

"Mimi...the Golden Movie King, male god, national idol, you are supporting me, you are not trying to blackmail me..."

"Okay." Jin Wenling interrupted his complaint with a wave of his hand. "I, Jin Wenling, don't care about the past and the present, and I will only match you alone. This is considered..."

He looked at the empty laboratory building, and made sure that there was no one else. He reached out and grabbed Qian Baylor by the collar, and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Thank you for sleeping in return."

Wan Baylor's face turned red all of a sudden, he will never forget that on the second morning when the two of them held their wedding ceremony by the Aegean Sea, he crawled out of bed tremblingly, and knelt down three times and kowtowed nine times to Jin Wenling. The bedside thank you gift, and when he raised his head again, there was a lazy and proud expression on his lover's face.

Like a foolish king who prostituted himself in the daytime, he grabbed the waistband of his pajamas, dragged him from the ground back to the bed, and then turned over and rode on it...

The sound of "slap" broke Wan Baylor's rose-colored daydream, and when she regained consciousness, she found that she had been slapped by Jin Wenling as a joke.

"What are you thinking?"

"hey-hey……"

Wan Baylor blushed even more, lowered his head and said vaguely: "It's what you think."

"Rogue." Jin Wenling glared at him, turned around and left.

"Oh... hey? So you're thinking about something bad too!" Wan Baylor chased after him dissatisfied.

……

Spring returns to the earth, and everything recovers.

On the set, Wan Belle was wearing the costume of a little prince of a different race, and he already felt a little hot, and Xiao Jinzi beside him fanned him with a sad face.

"Hurry up, hey, hey." Wan Baylor lay comfortably on the recliner, enjoying the unique sense of superiority of the emperor without changing his face.

Xiao Jinzi's hand was about to break off, so he simply pasted the script on his smug face: "Down with the exploiting class, long live the proletariat!"

"It's reversed!" Wan Baylor jumped up from the reclining chair with a carp, picked up the little gold, and walked to Jin Wenling's private lounge.

"I'm your uncle now, is there a dowry girl like you?"

"My son-in-law? I think you are my uncle!" Xiao Jinzi was not to be outdone, he was all from the alley, what "Teahouse" are you telling me?

The two wrestled and rolled into Jin Wenling's lounge, and saw a man with a face like a crown and jade eyes sitting very close to Jin Wenling, and the two of them were whispering some small things.

Xiao Jinzi took a sudden look and thought that Wan Baylor's real soul had come out of his shell. Except for his gentle temperament and well-dressed clothes, the man was born exactly like Wan Bayle.

Seeing him, Yu Liangwan's expression darkened slightly, and he kicked Xiao Jinzi's ass, directly kicking him out of the door, then turned around and said very rudely: "What are you doing here?"

Taifu Yu didn't bother with this at all, stood up from the sofa, said goodbye to Jin Wenling, and left directly.

"What else can I do? Just talk about the book. This time, "The Crisis of the Flourishing Age" is independently produced by Dynasty Entertainment. The company has invested a lot, and there is no room for any mistakes." Jin Wenling said lightly and briefly.

"Oh..." Wan Baylor can be infinitely messy with outsiders, but he still trusts his lover 100%. He said it's okay, so he couldn't hold on to it anymore, so he bowed his head and nodded.

Jin Wenling looked at his useless appearance, angry and funny, and also a little inexplicably touched, and tugged at the clothes he had put on for the photo shoot.

"Don't believe me? Just let you inspect the goods."

Wan Baylor's small umbrella raised the flag to Jin Wenling in an instant, stretched out his claws, and was about to get his hands on it, but Jin Wenling patted it off and said, "We'll talk about it at the hotel at night."

"Oh..." Empress Wan wailed, and their relationship after marriage became more casual, and she said in a complaining tone: "You should have said it earlier, you are all up..." He pointed to the belt around his waist. The tiger skin shirt, there is a small mushroom with obvious shape.

Let's take another shot later, you can brush your scarf here and distract yourself.

"Oh..." Wan Baylor lay down on Jin Wenling's sofa with a big face, and made a fuss about it. Sure enough, Jin Wenling's co-starring in "The Crisis of the Flourishing Age" occupied the top topic list again.

However, the first place on the topic list is #玉良琦Get out of the entertainment circle#...

"Damn it!" Wan Baylor jumped up from the sofa all of a sudden, even the little mushroom was deflated with anger.

"Calm down this time?" Jin Wenling obviously knew the news, and made good use of it to calm Wan Baylor to a certain extent.

"It's nothing, it was done by our own people." He explained calmly.

Recently, the entertainment industry has reached a stage where fans are not as good as black. A while ago, the Yu Zhengchao girls were "so red that they were black" is a good example. The effectiveness of the official promotion is obviously no one buys it. On the contrary, scheming whores who lie about their age, plastic surgery crises, and extramarital affairs, such as only the parties know best, have no handle, and ambiguous negative news can attract people's attention the most.

There are many idlers who sit in the office and are idle. The desire to spy is an innate instinct of human beings. With the degree of topicality, there will be 818. After the fierce collision of black fans, they will be successfully cleaned up. , is definitely more effective than traditional propaganda methods.

Wan Baylor suppressed an unknown evil fire, and clicked on the scarves on the topic list one by one.

——The shameless little fresh meat clings to the national male god's thigh and begs for a superior position.

——Is my family's film king a lowly servant girl who can covet him?

——Using sexuality to hype, pulling the actor into the water, harming others and himself!

——Do you have the nerve to ask Jin Wenling to act as a match for you?Can't even ride a horse?What kind of costumes are you shooting...

"Are you sure this is one of your own!?" Wan Baylor roared in pain, and his mood at this moment was like that of June Feixue. He is not a lowly maid who crawls on the bed, he is the palace Liang Liang who is married by Ming Media, the one who hugged your sister Thighs, are thighs for hugging?That's for... Hey, the little mushroom has woken up again...

Wan Baylor gripped his crotch mournfully, curled up on the sofa and moaned.

"It's...one of my own, the navy hired by Zhang Xuewen."

"What kind of person is he? It's that old immortal thousand-year-old demon who is blackmailing me. Hey, my lord makes decisions for my concubines."

"Hey, just bear with me for the sake of the box office. The Tai Tuo has helped us a lot in private, and he has paid far more than you know, understand?"

Sitting on the sofa beside Wan Baylor, Jin Wenling stretched out her hand to rub his curly hair to express her comfort: "Let's leave him alone in this matter. If it were you, I wouldn't be afraid to owe you favors, but outsiders always One yard is one yard, and the company has contributed money and efforts in the matter of Longling, and the Zhang family outside the customs has also lost many people, so it will be considered as a favor at the box office, okay?"

Wan Baylor is a master who eats soft but not hard. In the past few years, Jin Wenling has eaten him to death. Hearing him say that the Taifu is an outsider, it is obvious that he is an "insider". Jin Wenling rubbed her waist: "I listen to you!" and pointed at her little mushroom pitifully.

"Mimi, I won't be able to go down for a while, the filming will start soon..."

Jin Wenling sighed, walked to the door and locked it, and before she could turn around, she was pressed against the door roughly by the people behind her...

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