You Are My Gravity

Zhou Ping said to the director: "You find a clean container for Xiaozheng, and let him pick it up in the toilet..."

The director nodded quickly: "Okay, okay, I'm going to find..."

The director turned around and then found a lunch box. This lunch box was newly bought by him and was useless. It just came in handy today.

He handed it to Qin Zheng: "Xiaozheng...Why do you use this?"

Qin Zheng twitched the corner of his mouth, snorted, grabbed the lunch box, and rushed to the toilet.

The director shouted outside: "Xiaozheng, I will transfer the money to you, WeChat..."

The director took out his mobile phone and transferred 60,000 yuan to Qin Zheng from WeChat.

The other three people also made money for Qin Zheng.

Qin Zheng was in the bathroom, clashed, and clicked to collect the payment. He originally felt that his face was still burning, but when he saw the 240,000 in receipts every second, Qin Zheng felt that it didn't matter.

Hot it hot, this boy peeing is so expensive, this money is really good.

So, after a while, Qin Zheng carried his golden boy to pee.

Qin Zheng: "Give it, it's still warm..."

Zhou Ping didn't answer, he said to the director: "Soak these talisman papers in boy urine for ten minutes, and then you dry them with a hair dryer, and I will paint for you."

"Good lady."

The director had no doubts about Zhou Ping's words. They all followed what she said.

Therefore, the great director with extraordinary status in the entertainment industry, holding Qin Zheng's newly-baked boy piss, placed it on the table respectfully, and slowly put the talisman papers given by Zhou Ping in it.

If it was in the past, if anyone told the director to let him hold a bowl of other people's urine, he immediately raised the table and beat the other party violently, but now, he wished that Qin Zheng could give him more.

Zhou Ping looked at Qin Zheng with a smile: "Xiao Zheng, is this money easy to make..."

Qin Zheng was holding his mobile phone and looking happily at the 6 digits in his WeChat change. He was thinking about how he should spend the money. After hearing Zhou Ping's words, Qin Zheng immediately changed his face.

Qin Zheng coughed twice, put the phone down, and righteously said: "Mom, what you said is wrong. It's not a question of money or money. If it wasn't for them to ask each other hard, if it wasn't for looking at them as pitiful, I would not Will betray me...this..."

Zhou Ping: "Oh...but, you come with the money, there is no cost at all, it is better than your mother."

Qin Zheng raised his chin proudly: "Huh... there is no future."

In fact, what he was thinking in his heart was, since his own boy **** is so valuable, then whether he wants to open up the market since then, it is not a dream to make money every day!

Xu Mu couldn't help but smile, "Xiaozheng, you are also worth it tonight, don't you?"

Qin Zheng subconsciously said: "That is..."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly covered his mouth: "What I said is that today...to accompany my mother to save people at the party tonight, it is also very...worthy... definitely not because of money, not..."

Zhou Ping said...

The director pinched them. When ten minutes arrived, they quickly picked up the soaked talisman papers one by one with a clip, and then put them on the table, took out the hotel hair dryer, and carefully put the talisman together. Dry the paper.

The director put the talisman paper in front of Zhou Ping: "Master, master, are you okay?"

Zhou Ping nodded: "Well, it's okay..."

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