Mr. Cong never talks about martial arts

"I'm really crazy, I feel sad along with the tears of the little pervert~" Shang Heyin sighed, took out a tissue and handed it over: "Your heart is so fragile, you cry when you touch it."

From Yu Yan's stick, stick it again: "Of course I will be sad, I have a hot head, and you are always cold."

"..." Shang Heyin turned his face away, coughed, and said lightly: "You must give me some time to prepare..."

Time is like water in a sponge, just squeeze it.

Immediately, Cong Youyan's eyes stopped being red, her waist didn't feel sore, and her legs and feet became stronger. She held up her daughter-in-law's palm and said, "Good Yin'er, I still have plenty of time. Let's go downstairs for dinner."

This day is really a day when the hot and cold seasons change, and the pattering raindrops hit the gravel road in a random way, covering the whole villa in a haze.

Faint smoke covered the sycamore trees by the roadside, winding gracefully, covering the rising roses, those fresh goose pink and delicate red, mixed with dark green branches and leaves, obediently crawling among the gray tiles and gray walls , like heavy ink and watercolor.

Holding an umbrella, He Yuanyuan was in the foyer, shaking off the raindrops neatly, and knocked on the door of Room 08.

Before entering the door, he smiled and said, "Xiao Cong, do you still have the ointment you broadcast live last time?"

Since Yuyan was peeling off the leaves of the zongzi, and was about to taste a single portion of zongzi and dipped in sugar, when he saw that the business was coming, his eyebrows and eyes suddenly widened, and he told Lao Wu to go to the storage room to pick up the goods.

Due to the humid weather, the storage room was very humid, and it smelled musty when it was opened. The central air conditioner in the living room slipped in from the corner of the room and quietly sucked away some of the moisture.

Old Wu took the ointment, handed it to He Yuanyuan with both hands, and was worried about the health of those medicine men, so he leaned over to ask for instructions: "Master, we have three medicine men, and the storage room is too small."

Since Yuyan was dipping rice dumplings in sugar, he also felt a little headache when he heard this question. The sweet rice dumplings were no longer sweet when biting into his mouth. I treat them, they have a headache!"

The few people eating at the table, except Xiao He who didn't know, the rest of them were shocked by this shameless remarks.

Turning your face away from Yuyan, you continued to brag to He Yuanyuan: "Little He, you don't know, as a doctor with a benevolent heart, how could I cruelly push them out of the house? Although the accommodation conditions are worse and more difficult, this It’s also for the benefit of the sick.”

"..." The corner of He Yuanyuan's mouth twitched, and she changed the subject: "Xiao Cong, I'm an acquaintance, I can buy a few more bottles, can it be cheaper?"

Cong Youyan's smile faded away: "No kidding! No counter-offering."

Seeing the excellent intuitive effect in the live broadcast, Xiao He, who was troubled by acne, thought about going out the back door and buying a few bottles with this "Ali Turtle Prince", and was going to wipe it on when he stayed up late. Who knew that this "Ali Turtle" "Prince" takes money so seriously, he doesn't give him any face.

He Yuanyuan gritted her back molars: "If there is no effect, or skin allergies, you are a three-no product, and I have to take the risk."

"I treat all patients equally, without distinction." Doctor Cong smiled understandingly: "Don't worry, all I give you are conscience prices. Last night was a promotion, and after today, all products will increase in price .”

Apparently, this person's conscience can change according to his heart.He Yuanyuan silently took out her mobile phone, "Okay, I'll buy them all. Tonight you will immediately raise the price for me."

From the moment Yuyan heard the sound of coins hitting the account, he was filled with joy. This philistine appearance did not match his exquisite face.

Shang Heyin couldn't bear it, he glanced at Cong Youyan, "Xiao Cong~"

"Wait a minute!" Cong Youyan turned on the phone to check the deposit, counted the zeros hanging behind the decimal point, and kissed and kissed on the face: "That's great, I'm taking another step towards a billion."

When he was happy, he turned his head and told Old Wu: "Take out all the inventory, and take the two beauty pills that were made last time, and put them together."

Old Wu took a careful look at Cong Youyan, and asked softly, "Master, isn't that a health pill?"

Cong Youyan glared at Old Wu: "Nah, I don't have any health pills right now. Those Lao Shizi have already been sold out, and the rest are Yangyan pills. Go!"

Old Wu glanced at Xiao He sympathetically, and ran to get the inventory with small steps.

He Yuanyuan shook her hand again and again: "I don't want those health-preserving products, I just need a mask and ointment."

Cong Yuyan raised his finger and shook: "Dear, it's not about health, but about beauty. The effect is great, and you can say it's good after using it. Because you are my high-end customer, I gave you the remaining two pills, which can be regarded as a mask." gifts."

Seeing that He Yuanyuan was still dubious, Cong Youyan turned on the phone and showed her the transaction records: "See, I sold 199998 pieces at the beginning. Only VIP customers can enjoy such cheap things."

"Okay." He Yuanyuan listened to his nonsense for a long time, but couldn't refuse, so she had to accept it. She rolled her eyes and searched for the list of relatives who could be donated.

Shang Heyin saw that Cong Youyan had some adaptability, so he didn't say anything more, lowered his eyes lightly, and slowly drank the corn porridge for nourishing the stomach.

After the business is done, it's time to work.

He Yuanyuan led the two into the commercial vehicle, and handed them the newly released script of lines.

Accompanied by the torrential rain and wind all the way, I arrived at the urban radio and television station on time.

When I got off the car, there were several flashes of lightning, similar to the exposure of an old-fashioned camera, extremely dazzling.

Shang Heyin put away his script book, held an umbrella, habitually covered the light source with one hand, and walked in with his head buried.

Raindrops hit the ground, splashing gray, He Yuanyuan held up her skirt and told her assistants to follow quickly, while she followed behind, reminding Cong Youyan, "Xiao Cong, it's okay if you can't memorize the lines, there are lines near the camera on the scene The reminder machine, when you forget a word, you can look at it a few times. Remember, just glance at the corner of your eye, don't stare at the screen directly."

Cong Youyan smiled as he walked: "Xiao He, isn't the variety show you're accepting this time using a few clothes to find the supernatural event of the child's sudden death? It's just a game, and there are lines? Who wrote the lines? "

He Yuanyuan froze for a moment: "What's wrong with the lines? What's your opinion?"

"For the sake of conflict, I deliberately created conflict and wrote me like the second idiot." Cong Youyan smacked his lips: "It seems that people with abnormal brain nerves stayed up late to write. Generally speaking, such people's skin condition is not good , oily skin and acne."

The brain nerves are abnormal, the woman with enlarged oily skin and acne --- He Yuanyuan, gritted her teeth, and almost strangled Cong Youyan to death on the spot: "How do you talk? You don't understand at all. Dramatic effect."

Turning back from Youyan, there came a sentence that was even worse: "Xiao He, a man like me who is so wise, powerful, and imposing, was ruined by your lines like this? I definitely don't accept it."

"If you don't accept it, you have to obey it!" He Yuanyuan hated iron and steel, "Go out and scan and listen, who dares to change a word in my book written by someone?"

……

Like it or not, for whatever purpose.

People from all walks of life got on the bus of the radio and television station and drove to their destination.

The first episode was recorded today, and the film crew didn't have too many requirements for the actors, that is, they were familiar.

Therefore, self-introduction starts from getting on the bus.

The image designed by Shang Heyin in the script is Gao Leng Fan, who only needs to wrap his arms around his chest, close his eyes and rest his mind.

With anger in his heart, Cong Youyan threw away the script, regardless of Xiao He's hard work, and only acted according to his own heart.

So after most of the people in the car finished introducing themselves, more than a dozen people focused their eyes on the last row.

It was Shang and Cong who sat in the last row.Wearing the same style of sunglasses, the same style of leg posture, the same style of fragrance lingering.

Seeing everyone looking over together, Cong Yuyan took off his sunglasses in a very cool way, and smiled playfully at the camera: "Hi!"

"Isn't he an immoral artist banned by Lan Xi?"

"Last time, he was playing suicide downstairs at Lan Xi... Whoops, why is he here?"

"It seems that he has switched to live broadcasting, specializing in reselling Sanwu products."

"Oh, I don't want to be in the same group as him, it's so annoying, what if he entangles me?"

"What's his name... Oh, yes, his name is Cong Youyan."

Cong Youyan listened to everyone's comments on him with a smile, and he was not annoyed. Anyway, he made up his mind that once it was recorded, he would get rid of these guys who were in the way.

But, as long as you talk cheap, you have to suffer a little bit, right?Cong Yuyan stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, stood up, flicked his fingertips a few times, and laughed secretly: "A group of guys who don't know how to live or die. Since they love to laugh so much, I'll let you all laugh later."

Shang Heyin lacked sleep all the time, and the carriage was swaying and bumpy, like a cradle in childhood, he tilted his head and clicked, and fell asleep unknowingly.

Cong Youyan leaned his shoulders carefully, so that his daughter-in-law could sleep more comfortably.

Cut~~(⁠⁄)~~~ Everyone turned their heads and started to play, laughing and touching up their makeup. Few people took Cong Youyan seriously.

Only Lin Yuqi on the front left leaned forward and stood up, apologizing softly: "I'm sorry, Brother Cong, they are all just curious, not on purpose."

Cong Youyan glanced at the other party, smiled, and snapped his fingers lightly in Lin Yuqi's direction: "Okay, seeing that you are so obedient, I will forgive you."

The photographer sitting in the front row did not interrupt the whole process and filmed silently.

The car quickly left the urban area and bumped in the mountains and forests. Looking at circles of dark green and lush colors, it is exactly what this season should look like.

Lin Yuqi was a little worried. He leaned against the window and looked around: "Last time there were wild wolves haunting here. I heard that the leaders of these wild beasts are quite smart. When the police arrived, the wolves had already slipped away."

Cong Youyan leaned his head on Shang Heyin's shoulder and giggled: "It's okay, the wolves are resting today."

Lin Yuqi turned his head and said with a smile: "Why, Brother Cong, are you still responsible for checking attendance for the wolves?"

Cong Youyan stretched his waist, glanced out of the window, and answered irrelevantly: "The thunder and lightning will be quite big later."

Lin Yuqi's attention was diverted, and he also glanced out of the window, saw that the scenery was just right, and laughed loudly: "Brother Cong, stop teasing me, where is the thunder and lightning?"

Cong Youyan didn't explain, but still leaned lazily on the back of the chair, and smiled at Lin Yuqi.

In the swaying car, the light is not dazzling, but it shows that his canine teeth are sharp and sharp, which is different from ordinary people!

As if being stared at by the werewolf's vertical pupils, Lin Yuqi shivered inexplicably, and subconsciously turned his face away, not daring to meet his gaze.