Unemployed at the Beginning, I Let the Singer Come Back

"Bian brother! Brother! Big, the car of the big devil!"

As soon as the two arrived at the car, Erha turned around inadvertently, and was taken aback when he saw the color of the car.

When Jiang Yang put down the trunk and left, flashing the license plate and logo, he woke up suddenly. They photographed this car this morning, and the big devil drove it out of the community alone.

He slapped the bank in front of him and threw the wet half of the cigarette into the mineral water bottle.

"Fuck!"

Bian An glanced back, got into the car in a hurry, his leg hit the car and it hurt, but he didn't move sloppily at all, he got the camera neatly, snapped a picture through the front windshield, but only Jiang Yang was photographed The back of the car, the car drove away quickly.

Even so, Bian An breathed a sigh of relief.

At least I can do business today.

Erha was still in a state of shock, "Bian, brother Bian, so the brother just now, yes, yes, yes..."

Only then did Bian An slowly calm down.

Then, he slapped his forehead, "We two are stupid!"

This kid has appeared in the community and in the underground parking lot, and he is so handsome, they should consider this possibility.

Thinking back, Erha felt that when he saw him yesterday, his dirty clothes and the baked gluten in his hands confused them.

but--

This appearance and character, as a fan, Erha is recognized.

Bian An rubbed his legs, "You admit it's useful."

Erha asked concerned: "Brother Bian, are you okay?"

"It's okay, you can drive."

Bian An looked at the photos in the camera. Although he couldn't see what the person looked like, his height and age could be determined.

"Get off work, let's go home."

He said.

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After getting in the car, Li Qingning handed the paper to Jiang Yang, "Why is your head wet?"

Jiang Yang told about his experience just now.

He took out his mobile phone and sent it to Hou Bing: "Just now I saw a delivery guy fall, it couldn't be you."

"roll!"

Hou Bing returned quite quickly, "I hope I can order well."

"Then you slow down."

"Don't worry, my driving skills are pretty good."

After Hou Bing sent this line of words, he got up from the ground and tried to wipe off the mud on his legs, "How does this kid know that I fell?"

As soon as Jiang Yang sent a message, Zhou Hao called.

"Jiang Yang!"

Zhou Hao's voice was so loud that it almost deafened Jiang Yang's ears. He hurriedly took the phone away, "What's wrong?"

"Crap!"

Zhou Hao bowed down, "You will be my uncle from now on! Uncle, this idea is so awesome, how did you come up with it, it almost made me cry, awesome, give me one of your thighs, and I will hold it tightly in the future Already!"

"Fuck your uncle."

Jiang Yang thought something was wrong, but then he thought, is this scolding himself?

Zhou Hao's move is a bit powerful.

He shook his head and told Li Qingning about the plan he made today.

He was deeply afraid that Li Qingning would not realize the goodness of this idea, especially the ingenuity of this idea when applied to flower shop promotional videos, so he recounted the script he wrote in detail from the beginning, even a little rambling, and he said it back. Thirsty, he did not forget to explain the time-traveling relationship between them.

Li Qingning hummed from time to time.

Jiang Yang finally asked carefully: "What do you think?"

"fine."

Li Qingning looked around and drove the car into the community.

The car fell silent.

Li Qingning turned to look at Jiang Yang, "No wonder Zhou Hao called you uncle on his phone."

"He's exaggerating."

Although Jiang Yang's mouth was modest, what appeared on his face was not the same thing.

Li Qingning stopped the car, looked back at Jiang Yang, and tapped Jiang Yang's forehead with his finger, "You, use such a great idea for others, when will you write one for your wife's MV, otherwise I will be jealous."

Jiang Yang said he had a better idea with a less tragic ending.

"we have a deal."

Li Qingning kissed him.

When they got out of the car, Li Qingning took Jiang Yang's coat off the back seat, and Jiang Yang followed, went to the trunk to get a book, and went upstairs together. After returning, Li Qingning put Jiang Yang's clothes in the laundry room, turned on the TV and selected Kyoto Satellite TV.

Jiang Yang's public service announcement will be aired soon.

Jiang Yang was busy in the kitchen.

Sister Ning's dinner is very simple, an apple and a cup of yogurt, Jiang Yang can't do it.

At the same time, Mrs. Orange turned on the TV.

She remembered Sister Chen's words, and turned on the TV on purpose to see how this talent's public service advertisement was doing.

Mrs. Orange is too curious about this "Jiang Yang".

Not only because the bearded man looked like a treasure after he got the manuscript, but also because he was the husband of the Great Demon King.

Mrs. Orange is a fan of the Big Devil.

Her family has a collection of limited commemorative vinyl records of all the albums released by the Great Devil, and even the vinyl record of the last album of the Great Devil Waterloo. Because of Waterloo, this last album has very few commemorative vinyl records.

She also asked Sister Chen to have these vinyl records signed by the big devil.

She is usually reluctant to take it out to play, and only picks a record to play when she is in a particularly bad or good mood.

Mrs. Orange likes the timbre of the Great Demon King on the vinyl record very much.

She stubbornly believed that the waveform on the record, the ups and downs of the ravines, were the most realistic sound recorded physically when the Great Demon King opened his voice, and the moment the record sounded, it was the Great Demon King singing beside her.

Mr. Orange said more than once that it was a psychological effect, but whatever.

Among the albums released by the big devil, many people don't like the last album.

However, Mrs. Orange only liked the last album.

The Great Demon King made his debut in folk songs. The first few albums were full of his talents. The penultimate album was composed by Jin Tong Hu Xiang, and slowly turned to lyricism. When it came to the last album, it was rumored that Jin Tong Hu Xiang confessed his love Rejected, the golden boy and the jade girl parted ways, and the big devil began to write his own lyric album, and then this album failed.

Many people think that the failure of this album is due to the failure of writing new words.

But Mrs. Orange is the best at raising arguments, and likes to look at this issue from the opposite angle.

She feels that this album is as important as the first album of the Big Devil, because this failed album is full of the Big Devil's longing for love, misunderstandings, ignorance, and the innocence that should belong to her age.

In the previous albums, the Great Demon King was brilliant, amazingly talented, and people floating in the sky did not belong to mortals, but this album let Mrs. Orange know that the Great Demon King is also a person in the eyes of a middle-aged woman who is about to enter the age of forty. little girl.

Now, the former little girl has grown up and knows the taste of love. She can write "Until Death" to tease love, and sing "Legend" to declare love.

She wants to see who is the one who completes the fact that the Great Demon King is the weakest.

Mr. Orange handed her a bottle of fine wine that he brought back from Liu Tao, "I even forgot that we have a TV at home."

Mrs. Orange also sighed, "Yeah, I haven't watched TV for a long time."

What they didn't expect was that after finally turning on the TV, they were waiting to watch an advertisement. Mr. Orange was a little bit dumbfounded, "This experience is quite unique."

Mrs. Orange looked at the TV, "Don't tell me, this ad is not bad."

"Um."

Mr. Chengzi agreed, "This Biyuntao advertisement is a bit interesting."

After he had two children, he could well understand the extinguished light in the eyes and the expression of death when the brother kept calling the children home for dinner on TV. It's really hard to take care of two children, let alone so many children.