I fall in love by brushing questions [unlimited]

It was served in advance," he finished the last mouthful of porridge, and put the empty bowl in his hand aside: "There is another bowl for the boss. "

Only then did Hu Feng feel relieved, and drank his bowl of porridge completely—the boss called them up early this morning before it was dark, and made a kidnapping plan for them. Sticking his teeth, he was really hungry.

After the two of them drank the porridge, they smashed their mouths, feeling that they were not full, and regretted that they had filled two more bowls just now.

Gong Yipeng patted Hu Feng on the shoulder and comforted him: "Don't worry, when we're done, we can eat whatever we want! Eat as much as you want!"

The two wiped their mouths, and were about to review the next plan again, when there was a knock at the door, and Lei Shiheng slipped in.

He walked up to the two of them lightly, and looked them back and forth: "What are you doing here?"

Gong Yipeng hurriedly held the porridge with both hands to please Lei Shiheng: "Boss, have some porridge."

Lei Shiheng glanced into the bowl he was holding, and asked, "Where do you serve this porridge?"

"It's here." Gong Yipeng pointed behind him.

Lei Shiheng stared, feeling that his breath was stuck in his chest.

Hu Feng saw that his face was not right, and quickly explained: "Boss, don't worry, the porridge is clean first."

"In this pot of porridge," Lei Shiheng hesitated, "I've already taken the medicine before."

Gong Yipeng and Hu Feng looked at each other, and their faces turned green instantly.

"No," Hu Feng bent over and covered his stomach, "I want to go to the latrine."

Gong Yipeng also covered his stomach: "Me too."

Seeing the two of them scrambling to rush into the bathroom next door, Lei Shiheng felt a sharp pain in the blood vessels on his head. He just raised his hand to rub his temples when there was a knock at the door, and several chef-like people left Come in.

One of them saw Lei Shiheng by the stove, frowned, and said in a rough voice: "What are you still doing standing there? Why don't you send your things outside?"

Lei Shiheng nodded quickly, and followed the others to the outside.

He delivered a round of breakfast, and when he returned to the kitchen, he just bent down to pick up the porridge pot containing the porridge, when the leader said: "I don't need this." Lei Shiheng was stunned for a moment: "But the porridge is already cooked."

The man waved his hand: "You don't know, the rice in this pot is boiled and kept to feed the suckling pigs on the boat."

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After Tan Guangxi and Fu Bochong had breakfast on the boat, they went back to the suite together.When he got to the door, he just heard the door of the room next door slamming, and then Gong Yipeng rushed out from inside and plunged into the public bathroom opposite.

Tan Guangxi was stunned for a moment, feeling a little strange, isn't there a washroom in the suite, why did he run out, and in such a hurry.But he didn't take it too seriously, he just glanced in Gong Yipeng's direction, and followed Fu Bochong back to the room.

After entering the room, Tan Guangxi began to copy invitations again with a bitter face, but Fu Bochong seemed to be much freer than before. Except for occasionally dealing with the documents sent by the secretary, the rest of the time he held a book in his hand and read.

Tan Guangxi looked at his leisurely appearance, and then looked at the invitation cards piled up like a hill in front of him, his teeth itched with hatred.

While he was transcribing like an ascetic monk, he still sighed in his heart from time to time. Fortunately, in real life, there is no custom of writing invitations for relatives, relatives and guests by hand.

Just like this, two people in the study, one reading a book and the other copying invitations, it is a different kind of quiet scene.

In this way, the sun rose and set, and soon another day passed.

Tan Guangxi nestled in front of the desk, resting his chin on one hand and copying boredly with the other hand.

Fu Bochong raised his eyes, and glanced at Tan Guangxi, who had a look of lovelessness. He seemed to hesitate for a moment, and after a while, he said, "I heard from Lao Chen that there is a night market every other day on this boat, which is very lively." He paused: "Do you want to go and see?"

Tan Guangxi paused while holding the pen, and turned his head to look at Fu Bochong in disbelief: "Of course," he twitched his lips with a smile on his face: "Now?"

Half a minute later, Tan Guangxi began to dress happily - it doesn't matter where he is going, as long as he is not allowed to hide in the study to write invitations, he can do anything!

After Tan Guangxi put on his coat, he and Fu Bochong went out one after the other. As soon as they left the room, they heard the door of the suite room next door slam. Hu Feng rushed out and plunged into the public bathroom on the opposite side just like Gong Yipeng before. .

Tan Guangxi blinked his eyes and looked there strangely. When he turned his head and saw that Fu Bochong had gone a long way, he hurriedly followed him.

The two took the elevator to the night market on the twelfth floor, but although it was still long and crowded with people like the day before yesterday, Tan Guangxi always felt that there seemed to be something different from before.But if you want him to say what the difference is, he can't tell, because he always feels that there is something strange that can't be explained clearly.

It's just that he didn't think too much about it, and walked towards the lively crowd with Fu Bochong.

The night market is still the same as before, and one stall after another sells snacks. While busy eating, the owner of the snack stall yells: "Dumpling cakes, dumpling cakes, freshly baked dumpling cakes that are browned and crispy!"

"Duck with lotus root, duck with lotus root!"

"You Pie, Pie, Custard, Fung Cake! You Pie, Pie, Pie, Fung Cake!"

"Dumpling cakes! Dumpling cakes! Freshly fried dumpling cakes!"

Tan Guangxi frowned, these snacks were not the same as what he had seen before.

The two walked forward for a while and felt a little hungry, so they found a food stall and ordered a lotus root stewed duck, a crystal shrimp cake, a pan-fried bun, and two rice dumplings.

The work of the food stall is very fast, and it will be served hot in a short time.

Tan Guangxi had just picked up a pan-fried bun when he heard two guests at the next table talking at the top of their voices.

"Hey, let me say, have you all tied up the flower plates?"

"What flower plate?"

"A flower plate for Shi Gu to give away his child," the voice pressed down again: "It will be the Ghost Festival in a few days, why haven't you prepared yet?"

Tan Guangxi paused for a while holding the pan fried buns, and finally found something strange: No wonder he thought the night market was weird today. The food stalls sold stewed duck with lotus root, dumpling cakes, oil cakes, pies, milk cakes and rich cakes. There are also some strange dolls, ingots, and it turns out that the Ghost Festival is coming.

The Ghost Festival is also known as the Ghost Festival. According to legend, a few days before the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the gate of ghosts opens, and countless lonely and wild ghosts wander the world, and some people can even see ghosts. "Cultivation Notes" has a cloud: "On the first day of the seventh month, the local officials came down to determine the good and evil in the world. The Taoist priests then chanted scriptures at night, and the prisoners on the Hunger Festival were also released." According to folklore, there are no ghosts worshiped on this day. Not only for one's own ancestors and relatives, but also lonely ghosts.

There are many ritual customs on this day, such as worshiping ancestors, releasing river lanterns, burning paper money and so on.The "flower plate" mentioned by the person just now is also a kind of sacrificial custom: put paper money and offering fruits on the folded flower plate, hold it in your hand, pray while walking inside the house, and then bring it outside the house after praying Incinerate, invite ghosts to return to the gate of hell.

At this time, the person who asked the question before smiled: "I don't believe in those," he said, "I have lived for so many years and have never worshiped, nor have I seen any ghosts."

"Going out, this kind of thing would rather be believed or not," the man lowered his voice, "especially in this sea."

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Su Bixing transmigrated into the vicious villain of the same name in a dog-blood novel, and the real hero in the novel was wrongly hugged because of a car accident.

The villain is ruthless. After discovering his true identity, he killed the male protagonist's relatives one after another in order to prevent things from being exposed.

The plot is old-fashioned, but the problem is that because the villain's fighting power is too strong, he accidentally killed the male protagonist, causing the original world line to collapse.And what Su Bixing has to do is to find a way to protect the hero of the novel and change the original story line.

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The production team where Xiao Hu is in the field has recently had a living ancestor - Su Bixing.

Su Bixing, a second-rate star, has extremely poor acting skills, loves to tear up dramas, and the scenes he shoots feed a group of complaining and up masters at station b.Not only that, but he also brought his own screenwriter into the group, randomly changed the script, and added scenes crazily.

It's okay if it's normal, but the problem is that this time the male lead of Su Bixing's airborne crew is Pei Yanchen, a popular star with a prominent family background.The two ancestors were incompatible, and Pei Yanchen looked down on Su Bixing very much.

Until one day before work started, he saw Pei Yanchen pressing Su Bixing against the wall of an empty corridor, his eyes were reddish, and his eyes were burning.

Xiao Hu slapped his head: Damn, the script has been changed again.

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26. Horror cruise ship 7

◎You also noticed something was wrong? ◎

"Going out, this kind of thing would rather be believed or not," the man lowered his voice, "especially in this sea."

The previous person seemed a little nervous when he heard his tone, so he lowered his voice and asked, "What do you say?"

"I heard that many cruise ships encountered strange things in the past few days when they encountered the Ghost Festival when they were sailing at sea. For example, women's songs were singing late at night in theaters that had been locked; in the closed banquet hall, from time to time There were dancing footsteps, and what's more terrifying, people were killed."

"Human life?"

"A passenger was found to have broken his own neck with a safety hammer; another passenger fell to his death from the second floor of the cinema in the middle of the night.