As a screenwriter, I don't understand you very well

The barrage was filled with complicated emotions.

【Unexpectedly, the biggest highlight is actually here...】

【This note...well, just, cough cough cough (looks up at the sky)】

[I can't stop laughing.See the faces of others?Goose goose goose goose goose I Ye's calm face can't hold it anymore]

[Laughing.Is it okay to forcibly hold the respect? (dog head)]

Bao Ming clicked on [Fun Nanny Qin Jiang~] seemingly calmly.

This can't be some strange taste of a young man...

If after dialing, suddenly say something like "Master" role-playing.

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Ye Yinghou also slowly held her breath.

She believes in her children and will not have any messy relationships and interests.

It's just the name of the note, it's really easy to think wrong...

Xie Yun could hardly hold back the smile on her face.

Isn't this overturned?

If the cart overturned, even Ye Yinghou would definitely be implicated.

A schadenfreude flashed in Liu Xiaohua's eyes.

Wu Xuan frowned slightly.

He actually had a good first impression of the kid.

Did he look away?

Under the eyes of everyone, Bao Ming tapped the "Dial" button with his finger.

"Beep-beep-beep-"

In the silence, the sound of the phone dialing was extremely clear.

【Okay, so nervous】

【Little brother please don’t overturn the car, woo woo woo】

The phone rang for a long time.

Just as Bao Ming shook his head and was about to hang up, the phone was picked up suddenly.

The killer's deep and pleasant voice sounded slightly hoarse: "...Huh?"

The people on the plane and the netizens following the live broadcast were taken aback.

……man?

They silently glanced at the note.

But, Qin sauce?

On the other side, Gojo Satoru, who was following the live broadcast happily, was already rolling.

"Ah, why didn't you get me—"

The tall man rolled around on the hotel bed without any image.

"Where did that Qin sauce come from... the nanny looks like dog pie!!"

Qiang shouted to the empty room.

[Scotland:? ]

"Damn it, it's obvious that I'm Che's favorite cat pie..."

Not long ago, Xia Youjie, who was teleported here for no reason, punched Gojo Wu on the head unceremoniously.

Anyway, this guy has no lower limit now.

"Please be normal, thank you."

After finishing Wutiaowu, Xia Youjie chuckled as he watched the faces of people who had nothing to love in the live broadcast.

Asaba...

Seeing the vivid expression on the boy's face and the undisguised protection and care on the face of the person beside him who is said to be his mother, he slightly narrowed his eyes.

so good.

Seeing that no one answered for a while, the person on the other end of the phone said slowly, "Who are you?"

Wu Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Japanese?

On the other side, Vodka felt his hands shaking the steering wheel.

Dying.

A few years ago, the little devil had clearly...

The eldest brother didn't believe it at the time, and frantically found evidence that the boy was still alive from various places.

But those evidences are just another piece of evidence for the truth of the juvenile's death.

Vodka still remembers that on the day when Cinderella's death was thoroughly confirmed, Gin was silent for a long time.On the fourth day after frantically accepting the task for three days, the eldest brother who was so busy every day did not go out on the task for the first time.

I just quietly returned to the safe house where I stayed with the boy that month,

A person quietly smoked one cigar after another, letting the ashes scatter all over the floor.

Watching the white smoke lingering and filling the house.

...this is a scene that would never have happened with Cinderella around.

Because teenagers hate the smell of cigarettes.

The killer even drank a small glass of sake.

Because alcohol interferes with thinking, killers have always been able to avoid touching them.

Only that day was an exception.

Vodka watched the eldest brother take out his mobile phone, and was shaken and flawed for a moment when he saw the name on the caller ID.

Vodka held the steering wheel, looked at the empty back seat through the rearview mirror, and felt a little different for a while.

In the past few years, the original whiskey group, Cinderella, was confirmed dead.

Scotland defected, confirmed dead.

Rye Whiskey was found to be an undercover agent of the FBI and is still on the run.

Only the increasingly mysterious Bourbon remained.

The surrounding scenery remains the same, but it seems like a world away.

After staring at the incoming call for a long time, Qin Jiu pressed the answer button.

There was no response from the other side, and Qin Jiu laughed in his heart at himself who still had a trace of fantasy, with a cold tone:

"--Who are you?"

Over the past few years, there have been many people who wished to take Cinderella's position. There were even many.

It's just that this person even got a mobile phone...

He doesn't allow it.

On the plane, hearing the voice that already contained killing intent, the silver-haired boy sighed softly, and switched the language: "It's me."

Listening to the fluent language spoken by the young man, the guests on the plane were taken aback again.

Wu Xuan just wanted to speak, but when he saw the phone that was talking on the phone, he silently shut up again.

But none of them understand Japanese...

Director Zhong silently talked to the staff on Mac, and the staff also silently projected the barrage to the screen.

——Since ancient times, netizens have produced talents.

That's right, netizens who are simultaneously interpreting have actively helped with the translation.

【That Qin sauce is asking "Who are you?" Hey.They don't know each other? ! 】

[(pulls hair) So what's going on...? 】

[And it’s in Japanese! !The little brother’s voice is really nice (shy)]

[Ah this.Did you grow up in an island country before...?That's a bit sensitive (don't spray me!!!]

【Ah, but Cheche's "It's me" doesn't mean that they know each other?Maybe the number was changed]

[But after changing the number, the address book shouldn't have...? 】

Gin made no sound.

Qian Yuche glanced at the whiteboard, and couldn't bear to look straight at it. He changed his tone back to his original tone: "What's the matter, Qin Jiang~ you can't even recognize me?"

Row.

Let go and let go.

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Qin Jiu sneered, and slowly leaned his body against the back of the chair.

It's him.

No need to confirm, it's him.

The killer couldn't have mistaken his teenager.

The killer showed a sincere smile that he didn't even notice.

He knew it.

How could such an amazing and talented young man die.

However, since he is willing to appear now...

Or look it up.

See if there is any trouble around the boy.

He will never stand by and watch again.

"By the way, Qin Jiang," Qian Yuche still didn't change the title of "Gin Wine", after all, it would be very troublesome to be picked out by then, "I need 100 million."

The damn prompt.

Bound to the damned world consciousness.

Bao Ming silently covered his face.

This blunt tone, and he hasn't said that he will pay back...

Can someone borrow him? ? !

The barrage water friend looked at the translator and silently covered his face.

[If this can be borrowed, I'll do a handstand and eat the keyboard live! ! 】

【Screenshot (dog head)】

[This is 100 million! !Not 100 yuan! !Cheche, can you be more tactful! ! (shaking wildly)]

Ye Yinghou patted the young man on the shoulder in a funny way.

So cute.

However, it exceeded everyone's expectations.

The man's voice sounded again, his tone slightly raised in doubt: "100 million?"

Should not be ah.

Why even 100 million...?

Could it be, 100 million bitcoins? (bushi)

Gin swallowed this outrageous conjecture: "Dollars?"

The young man hesitated.

probably?It may also be RMB.

But who would think less money?

So he nodded: "That's right. $100 million."

Wu Xuan almost couldn't hold back his laughter.

This kid is really interesting.

[Hahahaha this amazing confidence! (Thumbs up for sure)]

[Men, play money quickly! (dog head)

"The previous card?"

"Correct."

next second.

The phone is hung up.

Bao Ming pointed at the boy, laughing until crow's feet appeared: "Hahaha, look, this is the consequence...?"

He paused.

Barrage:【……? 】

A clear text message popped up on the boy's cell phone.

[Your bank card**** received USD 9 million at 23:46:1000 in the morning, please check it]

A text message followed.

[I have something to do now.Money transferred.When will you borrow 100 million? 】

I'm afraid something happened...

After a few seconds, the text message came again.

[Find me when you're done. 】

He cleans up for you.

This time, even Ye Yinghou was stunned.

"Chebao...?"

Qian Yuche regained consciousness.

He really didn't expect that he would have such a big impact on Gin when he jumped.

My non-existent conscience hurts a little (bushi)

The bullet screen is crazy.

[! !This is love! 】

[Where is the brother who eats the keyboard in front! !Come out, the keyboard is ready for you! 】

【I kneel to the boss (gently)

[Crap, 1000 million US dollars...]

【Also, have you noticed..."When will you borrow 100 million?"】

Everyone was silent.

Is there something wrong with this real young master who came from the countryside...?

Xie Yun spoke first.

"That was Japanese, right? You grew up in an island country?"

Ye Yinghou turned cold.

What kind of thought is this, she can see it at a glance.

If one is not handled well, it will be criticized by thousands of people.

Qian Yuche patted Ye Qing on the shoulder and looked at Xie Yun with cold eyes: "I can speak Japanese, so what? I did live there for a while. Do you have any questions?"

Xie Yun blocked slightly, but she remembered Yun Che's words, and said again: "Then you already know who your biological parents are? You can't practice Chinese without skill."

It's exactly the same as growing up in China.

"language?"

He finally showed his sharpness, "Languages, I know twenty or thirty other kinds—"

Young and young laugh.

"—Which do you want to hear?"