I am the substitute of my lover Bai Yueguang "Drinking more porridge is good for the stomach...
I feel pity for you?
I was amused by this illiterate person who misused idioms.
[What do you mean? What do you mean I am pitiful? ! ! ]
[What I mean is, I think the idea of attacking the president is a good one. Anyway, this is not our real body. The original purpose of our coming to this world is to relax, isn't it? 】
[What are you going to do? I warn you, don't think about anything! ]
[Don't think too much. I've already said that I just plan to capture the president, just like your original plan.]
[You are cheating! ]
[Hehe, that's not what you just said.]
[I see, you want to provoke me, right? I tell you! Don't try to control me by provoke me! ]
[Irritating you? No, no, no, I really think that the president is in line with my aesthetic taste. I didn't expect that such a perfect creation could be born in such a small place.]
Mr. Lu looked at me with an aggressive look, and the comments became hesitant.
[What's going on? The atmosphere in the live broadcast room is so strange right after it started. ]
[I always feel that the atmosphere is very tense. Is it my illusion? ]
[It feels like Mr. Lu is about to eat the president... Is this okay to say? ]
[I must be crazy. My first reaction when I saw this scene was not that Mr. Lu and the president were creating a Shura scene for Xiaohua, but that Mr. Lu and the president were a good couple.]
[The rotten cancer upstairs has been identified, take my CEO away without making an appointment. ]
If even the barrage can see it, Xiaohua and I can naturally see it as well.
Seeing that Mr. Lu was serious, Xiaohua's face turned slightly blue.
The two people talked about some random things, then walked away pulling each other.
I looked at the photographer, and his expression was indescribable.
It’s time to test your post-production photo-editing skills.
Maybe adding pink hearts around the two of them would make their interaction look more natural.
I turned off my phone and went back to my room to sleep.
…
I was dreaming again.
In my dream, I had a lover who I had been with for a long time.
We are inseparable and spend almost every day together.
Later, he went abroad due to family changes.
The heart-wrenching feeling in the dream was very real.
After I woke up, I held my forehead and thought for a while, remembering the face of the lover in my dream.
She looks very similar to the little celebrity, about 70% similar.
I thought back to the sad feeling I had in the dream and found it inexplicable.
Isn’t it just going abroad?
My businesses are all over the world, so why not just go abroad and find him?
Besides, it is not difficult to fly abroad, so why act like you have lost your loved one forever?
It would be better if I replaced my dream lover with my assistant and resigned.
I'm afraid there's no other assistant in the world who is as versatile as him.
Thinking of my assistant, I raised my hand and made a phone call.
No one answered the phone.
I frowned.
Normally, when the assistant answers the phone, the ring time does not exceed three times.
After a while, the assistant called back.
"I'm sorry, President. I didn't answer the phone just now. What are your plans?"
The tone of voice is normal, but the voice is a little weak and breathy.
"What were you doing?"
"Just working out, President."
Yeah?
"Nothing, just asking about the progress of your handling of the matter." I sighed, "I've seen a lot of psychopaths recently, so I called you to cleanse my ears."
There seemed to be a laugh on the other end, "I still need some time to deal with it, and I can go to work in another day."
"I'm on a variety show these days. You can go back to work after I finish the show. These days will be counted as welfare leave."
"Okay, thank you, President."
I hung up the phone and tapped the table.
The assistant didn't look like he was working out just now.
He always makes preparations for what he does and won't train himself to the point of being exhausted.
It's more like I've been through an intense exercise and my physical strength has been exhausted.
However, it is normal for useful subordinates to have some secrets of their own.
I was curious, but didn't plan to check.
I ordered some food and also called my nephew to have lunch.
At this time, other people in the variety show also started preparing lunch.
I took a look at the live broadcast room. As expected, the champion this time was the group of actresses. Almost half of the strawberry toys were picked up by them. In the picture, the little carp was holding a big Barbie doll gift box, with its soft and tender face leaning on the gift box, looking cute and adorable.
The least fortunate group was Xiao Zhou's. Not only did they not see the strawberry toy, but even the strawberries they picked were scattered all over the ground because they tripped, making them look miserable.
Even the group where only the stepson was working was doing better than Xiao Zhou's group.
Since I just dreamed about someone who looked very similar to the little star, I switched to the live broadcast room where the little star was.
He decided to make his own lunch.
The little star looked like he had never touched a muscle before, but he turned out to be so skillful in cutting vegetables.
Scrambled eggs with tomatoes, stir-fried black fungus and celery, served with white rice, looks very appetizing.
The starlet smiled and waved at the camera.
After a while, there was a knock on the door of my villa. I opened the door and saw the little star standing at the door.
When he saw me, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hello, I'm the new guest star."
"I cooked some porridge at noon."
He picked up the thermos and handed it to me.
Looking at the scene in front of me, I recalled a scene in my dream.
Everyone in the dream was looking up, talking and laughing.
It's like a dream replaying itself.
"Porridge is good for your stomach. I made it freshly. I hope you like it."
I accepted his thermos.
strangeness.
If he was the attacker, and my dreams were memories he wanted to impose on me, then why was the lover in my dreams only similar to him?
He could have just gotten an identical face and taken over the place of his dream lover.
My nephew came over sleepily and asked, "Uncle, what's in this thermos?"
I unscrewed the lid.
Inside is the yellow pumpkin and millet stomach-nourishing porridge.
"Uncle, don't you want to eat?"
"...No, take it away."
…
I'm sure it's a Raider.
After all, only a strategist would think that I have a bad stomach and need to drink stomach-nourishing porridge.
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