A lazy lion is still a lion; a lively rabbit is a rabbit after all. Perhaps Chu Qing gave people the impression that he was too gentle and always so kind and soft, and many people ignored his temper and principles.

The General Administration's willingness to make concessions this time is already the best result.

Ning Hao was the first to receive the news. This person is very good at something. In fact, I think there is something in my mind, so I will shoot it. If you don’t let it be released, I don’t have anything to hate the world. If you want to change, you can stop.

So his reaction was calm and he said, "Then I should prepare for the next movie."

Chu Qing has a reservation about this mentality. In his opinion, Ning Hao is a director who is too mature and overly mature. It is a good thing in creation, but spiritually it is a decline too early.

Although things are bad and complicated, it only takes a few days to go from beginning to end.

On the third day after Chu Qing returned to Beijing, he had a meal with Zhao Baohua. In addition to Tong Gang, there were two small officials from the Film Bureau. The first time he saw this person, he felt that he was just two words: routine!

Speech is a routine, expression is a routine, logic is a routine, and even the posture and amplitude of toast are a routine.

Perhaps Teacher Zhao also had a passionate time in his youth, but after spending decades in the system, he had become a film master with a twisted body.

After eating a meal for a long time, the guests and the host and the guests enjoyed each other, at least on the surface.

Mr. Fan did not participate, and her mission was to drive to the hotel and carry her husband back. Chu Qing was really drunk. Just like him, the men who soaked in the wine jar opened their eyes and wiped them out in minutes.

In fact, he was in a strange mood, happy and unhappy. What was happy was that the film festival finally had hope, but what was unhappy was that the conservative consciousness and operating methods shown by the official were so fucking unhappy!

So he got drunk, so he talked nonsense, so he collapsed on his own sofa and couldn't hold it up.

"Hosh...hush..."

In the living room, Mr. Fan finally gave up the idea of ​​getting her husband to the bedroom after two minutes of gasping.

She went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, carefully placed it in front of the sofa, and started to take off the other person's socks again. Chu Qing tilted at a forty-five-degree angle, feeling itchy, and even kicked it a few times.

"Oh, don't move!"

Mr. Fan grabbed it with one hand and slashed it hard with the other hand, then pulled the legs and pressed it into the basin.

“Um…”

The water may be a little hot, but his head is confused and he can't resist at all.

"ha!"

She retaliated with her bare revenge and pulled water up vigorously. In the blink of an eye, Chu Qing's feet had become two hooves. After so many years of being together, she had washed his socks, underwear, and Ding Ding, but this was the first time she washed his feet.

When the water gradually cooled down, Mr. Fan took it away, and then brought a pillow and a thin quilt. He first put it on his husband's pillow, and then skillfully arched into his arms.

I'm going to sleep here today!

“Hu…hu…”

It was cold outside, and the windows were blowing slightly, and the ground heat in the room was super warm. The two of them squeezed on the narrow sofa and it was a little hot.

"Click!"

Mr. Fan held up his cell phone and took the 28th photo. He finally nodded with satisfaction. He was about to get up and post a blog, but suddenly he was hugged tightly by an arm.

She turned her head and saw that her husband opened his eyes at some point, looking at herself in a daze and thorough manner.

"precious……"

He paused, as if muttering to himself: "It feels so good to have you with you."

"Brother, are you on the Spring Festival Gala? Why are you so sensational?" Fan Xiaoye was not moved at all, and there were three black lines in an instant.

"No, I'm serious...I..."

Chu Qing leaned forward and buried her head in her hair. She was slight in her mouth, but she couldn't hear it clearly. She was silent for a while, then got up and ran to post a blog.

…………

"Um!"

At noon the next day, Chu Qing opened his eyes. His first reaction was a headache. His second reaction was, "Oh, fuck, why am I on the sofa? He took a long time to continue the fragmented memories and shouted, "Xiaobao?"

“…”

"Xiaobao?"

“…”

He barely sat up, feeling that the house was quiet and Mr. Fan was not there.

Hey! This prodigal daughter-in-law!

He went to the bathroom first, then touched his cell phone, and just as he was about to dial, he heard the sound of the key outside the door. Then when the door opened, Mr. Fan jumped with his legs, and the big bags in his hand shook.

"Oh, Mr. Chu, have you gotten up?"

She changed into slippers, pia threw the thing, and said, "I thought you were asleep, so let's make do with some food first!"

“…”

He held a plastic bag, pulled it open and saw it. It contained rice noodles, shrimp dumplings, boat porridge, and a portion of glutinous rice chicken, and asked, "Who did you go for morning tea with?"

"Sister Tong asked me to have a spa by the way... Alas, by the way!"

She suddenly came over, took out a small bag in a mess, and took out two exquisite boxes from it. Chu Qing was chewing the shrimp dumplings in a mysterious way, and identified it slightly, saying: "You have two mobile phones, so why don't you buy it?"

"What's wrong with the two phones? People say that this Apple 3 is easy to use, your broken Nokia will be thrown away as soon as possible!"

"Sister, is Nokia's straight board machine unparalleled in the world?"

"cut!"

Mr. Fan particularly despised him, plugged in the card and turned on the computer. He then started to tinker with his fat legs.

The couple, one of them eats and the other plays, will not hang anyone. They are flying at night and will go to Hengdian together, and Li Zonghan will join the group at that time.

After all, it took several days to delay, so the progress has to be accelerated.

Chu Qing was really hungry, the rice noodle, shrimp dumplings and porridge were all clean, and most of the glutinous rice and chicken were eaten. He cleaned up and stuffed it into the trash can in the kitchen. He wiped his body and heard his wife shouting: "Hey, why can't the text message be sent out?"

"The signal is not good."

"No, please call me and try."

He pulled his straightener and pressed a shortcut key. After a moment, a nice female voice came from inside: "I'm sorry, the user you called has been shut down due to owed..."

"Hey hey hey!"

Mr. Fan was a little confused and shouted, "I still have a few dozen yuan in telephone charges, why did it disappear in an instant?"

"You've got something done?"

"No...I'll look for..."

She pressed her in panic and then shouted: "Fuck!"

"What's wrong?"

Chu Qing looked over and saw that, okay, Leslie Cheung’s commemorative album, file size: 78mb.

puff!

Ya immediately squirted and recalled the horror that was once dominated by Apple.

"Broken cell phone!"

She turned into black and threw it away, and she lost all interest.

"Stay and stand at attention, crackle, crackle..."

At this moment, a mobile phone ringing rang. Mr. Fan flipped through his bag, took out a Samsung again, and continued: "Hey? Sister Wang... Well, you said... what do you think... Oh, wait a moment!"

As she said that, she turned around and said, "Sin*Lan sends an invitation to open a Weibo account, just a real-name authentication type."

"Give me."

Chu Qing took the phone and said, "Hey, Sister Wang. There is no problem with Weibo. You have to open it as soon as possible, and you need two, her personal and company... I don't need it... OK, follow this matter, okay, bye!"

"Your uncle!"

Mr. Fan snatched the phone and said unhappy: "Why don't you turn it on?"

"Open it, I'll register a small account myself, go up and check the news or something if I have nothing to do." The guy said with a smile.

It’s impossible to say that the reason why he agreed so happily was that he knew the huge energy of Weibo. Before 2010, blogs, bbs, and news comments were the three major positions for netizens. After 2010, Weibo will dominate the world.

Especially for entertainment stars, this is the most effective and contagious platform and must be grasped.

Mr. Fan knew her husband's virtues and was not easy to force him, so he pouted and said, "Then, then I will pay attention to you. You are all in the circle."

"Are you stupid? You follow an ordinary netizen for nothing, and even the pig knows it's me!"

Chu Qing poked his wife and said, "What is the small trumpet for? The small trumpet is just a fan of the flames and knocking on the sticks. For example, if someone scolds us, I will reply below. Of course, I won't scold him. I will say, "You don't understand these couples. In fact, they are very good, and you will know in the future."

He grinned, raised his eyebrows very irritably, and said happily: "When I see, he might become a fan!"

"Alas!"

Mr. Fan shrank back with disgust: "Your expression is too cheap!"
Chapter completed!