Baoyang Chronicle

I unlocked the door with the key, took out the slippers from the hallway and put them on, Liang Wan stretched out his head from the kitchen: "Are you back? The meal will be ready after a while, you go take a shower first, the water is ready."

I sniffed and smelled it, and there was a mixed aroma of ribs and sauce in the air.The gold master really goes up to the hall and down to the kitchen.This is going to be in a TV series, I have to be a character at the level of a giant crocodile, in order to be able to support a little lover who is so devoted to me.

I sighed a bit, dragged my shoes to the living room and took the tablet, then undressed and took a bath.

This Pad is shared by me and the benefactor - don't guess, I'm not so poor that I can't even afford a tablet. To be precise, this Pad is mine.There are too many zeros in the account of the gold master, the bastard, and the annual interest in the bank is more than my savings, but he refuses to buy it for himself.I'll buy it for him, but he doesn't want it either, saying it's useless.If I don’t buy it, I don’t buy it, but when I play the pad, he wants to grab it, and when I don’t play it, he doesn’t play it. I hate it. How many times I wake up in the middle of the night and want to strangle him to death.

I clicked on Weibo and told myself to cherish the time of surfing the Internet when there was no gold master robbing the tablet.

The Weibo account number is "Liang Wan MZ". I guess the last two letters are registered Weibo names late, so they can only be distinguished by mysterious letters. The message interface is 99+ in red.

I was obliged to pay attention to the funder’s Weibo (mainly because he followed me on my account, and added it to the special attention narcissistically). I read it once when I was idling in the hotel. The funder is different from the reality, and the end is not to eat fireworks. If you can’t post on Weibo, you can’t post on Weibo. If you can post one word, you will never post two words. Occasionally, if you sign in your own chat, fans will Ahhhhh, it's like seeing a fairy descending to earth.

Just like this, I can still get 99+ every day. I am an unknown little star, I am small-minded, and I am jealous, but I am a kind and good person, and I am ready to give back to my fans.

After washing off the foam on my body, I tiptoed out. From my point of view, Jinzhu put on a sweater in an apron, and the afterglow of the setting sun was pouring from the window in large swaths.

I clicked one with the Pad. The benefactor heard the sound and looked up to me upstairs. He waved at me with a smile in his eyes. His hair was a little messy, and he felt a sense of home. I clicked again. open.

When I was eating, the more I looked at these two photos, the more I was satisfied. I thought this should be the pinnacle of my photography career. I photographed the gold master in both form and rhyme. , Can you go to a magazine to become a photographer.

After watching, the benefactor was not happy anymore, he took the tablet out of my hand, and Danfeng raised his eyes: "Eat."

It was only then that I remembered that I wanted to benefit the fans, and tentatively asked him: "Do you think my filming is good?"

The gold master carefully separated the fish meat from the fishbone with chopsticks, put a piece of snow-white fish meat into my bowl, and squinted at me: "Why? You want to live with the photos?"

I ate the fish in my mouth: "How can it be, it's not because you don't have a picture on Weibo, so I kindly provide you with a picture source. How about it? Do you want it?"

The benefactor gave me another rib: "Okay, I'll send it after dinner."

Liang Wan kept his promise and posted the picture before putting away the chopsticks. I used the trumpet to secretly give a thumbs up, and then squatted in the comment area, waiting for fans to praise the photographer's skills.

The fighting power of the fans of Jinzhu’s family is amazing. Within 2 minutes, there were over a hundred reposts. I scrolled down one by one. "Monkey", although I didn't praise me, but to praise the money master is good-looking and rounded is to praise my superb skills.I happily praised all the comments that praised the beautification of Jinzhu Shengshi.

I refreshed it again, and finally a little fan named lwmz realized my important role.I happily opened his profile picture.

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...It's fine if the name looks like a punch on the keyboard, why there is no retweeted Weibo, this can't be a smart zombie fan of Sina Weibo...I clicked on his with the mentality of not wanting to admit it The only follower -

[-]-line little transparent Lu Mingze

I can recognize this ID even when it turns to ashes, this is my fucking size!

Suddenly, I was so blessed that I looked up at the benefactor. The benefactor put the mobile phone in his apron pocket and smiled at me: "Don't look at the phone, wash the dishes with me."

Now that the Lord Gold Master has spoken, he has to do it if he doesn't do it.I followed up: "Why did you come up with such a name? The system randomly generated it for you?"

Liang Wan poured some dish soap into the bowl and asked me, "What should it be called?"

"Emmmm evil, charming, crazy actor Liang?"

"...so I have such an image in your heart?"

"Uh..." I handed him the plate at hand and muttered in a low voice, "That can't be a string of gibberish characters?"

The benefactor ignored me and continued to rub the plates and drain the water. I took the plate from his hand and put it away, and suddenly I heard him say: "I didn't do it blindly."

I'm even more lost, lwmz?call me by my name?Come to us?Could it be the Demon Lord Liang Wan?Why!This is almost the same, I remember that there is also an MZ behind his tuba, the Liang Wan Demon Lord is almost inseparable.Unexpectedly, there is still a secondary soul living in the heart of the gold master.

I was happy, took out my mobile phone, and prepared to record this in my small notebook.

The benefactor glanced at me while washing the dishes: "You like surfing the Internet so much?"

I was busy recording new discoveries, so I casually said: "No way, who let the mobile phone be my big wife, and the tablet is my little wife, and they are the source of my happiness."

In the memorandum, I wrote down the actions of the patron in middle school with emotion (adding oil and vinegar), and added a full stop at the end of my life, and I was going to show it to the patron, only to find that the sound of washing dishes in the kitchen stopped, and the patron took the Standing there with a plate, eyes a little red, he asked me: "Then what am I yours?"

I was a little puzzled by his question, so I tentatively replied: "...the funder's father?"

Without saying a word, he turned on the tap and continued washing the dishes.I smiled and continued the above topic: "Hey! Liang Wan! I know what your Weibo name is?"

"is not it……"

He didn't turn around, and the water in the bowl rippled in circles.I felt something was wrong, so I pulled him over, only to find that he was crying in silence.

What are you doing?What's wrong?Why are you still crying?

I moved my head and wondered for a long time, but I didn't know where it made people cry. Could it be that I just answered that the donor's father made him unhappy?I hastened to make amends: "I lied to you just now, you are the main palace, and all the phones and tablets are mistresses."

Only then did he smile through his tears, put his hands around my neck, and asked, "Really?"

"True and true, fake one will pay ten!"

With tears on his eyelashes, he kissed me with a beaming smile.

Another day must be changed to a faucet that can produce hot water. The hands of the patron are too cold.I think.

The author has something to say: lwmz: Liang Wan Mingze? (??????)