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pm | | No more beauties in Jingluo (Fri 09th Dec 2022 at 6:11am) | | Zhao Pingjin took a bath and put a cup of hot milk on the tea table. He drank half a cup and went to the study. Xitang was packing his clothes in the room when he saw him passing by and said, "Go to bed early." Some people urge, life is more regular. Zhao Pingjin turned around, drank the milk, and went into the room to sleep. Zhao Pingjin slept very well. When he got up in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. Through the mist, a figure was making a phone call on the balcony. Huang Xitang stood in the morning fog, wearing a loose long-sleeved white skirt, her hands propped up on the balcony, the wind blew her hair and clothes, her voice was low, the wind blew in the air: "Mommy,Ceramic ferrule for stud welding, I have nothing to say." The apartment has one of the most expensive balconies in Beijing, overlooking a whole Chang'an South Street, and Zhao Pingjin has never been out once. Huang Xitang's voice came high and low: "I'm full of bitterness. It's good to be silent. How old am I? Do you still want me to play the role of an innocent little girl?" Karen Ni is catching an early flight on a business trip. She doesn't get enough sleep and has a bad temper: "Who wants to listen to your half-life suffering? Be kind and interact with fans. The company's image positioning for you is sweet and amiable." Xitang laughed: "Alas, so not fresh ah, Hengdian from the front row of Mashan to Bayi Village are this type." Ni Kailun's anger will spread through the microphone: "You don't give me a run on people. You can't help being self-willed. It's a matter of great importance. Under normal circumstances,ceramic welding tape, you make your own decisions. When it comes to the interests of the company, you should write it for me to review and then send it. You should be positive, positive, interesting, and share some feelings about filming and so on." Xitang smiled in a low voice: "Fans should not be too naive. People who love each other in the play may not even say a word in reality." Karen took a deep breath and ignored her. "Don't fool around." Xitang almost did not laugh out loud: "Alas, the most real feelings, but also not allowed to write?" On second thought, Karen Ni remembered again: "Zheng Youtong has replied to you several times, but you never talk to others, Kamado bbq grill ,Ozone generator ceramic plate, and their fans all have opinions." Xitang was silent for a moment. "I'm an old classmate of his. I don't care about these superficial words." Ni Kailun exhorts: "Then you reply a few words that can be in the surface." Xitang rolled his eyes: "Then I said let the propaganda go back, who knows?" Ni Kailun endured for a whole morning and finally cried out ferociously: "It's against the sky!" After successfully defeating Karen Ni, Xitang couldn't help laughing: "Hey, I just found out when your Mandarin became so good?" Holding the phone in another hand, he turned around and saw a figure standing behind the window in the corner of his eye. Zhao Pingjin stood in the living room, three feet away from the window, with messy hair and wearing a black sweater. He was so thin all the year round. He stood outside the French window and looked at her like a silent shadow. There were thousands of mountains and valleys in his eyes that she could not read. She looked slightly stupefied, and her smile faded. "All right, hang up. Uncle Zhao is up." Karen Ni continued to shout: "Do you remember what I said?" Xitang said softly, "Bye-bye, dear." Zhao Pingjin watched the smiling face of the early morning slowly turn into tranquility in front of him. He reached out and scratched his hair. His voice was deep and cold with a thick nasal voice: "Come in. Uncle Zhao is hungry. Cook breakfast." Xitang opened the rice cooker and gave Zhao Pingjin porridge. Xitang ate whole wheat bread and low-fat milk in the morning, with a little vegetable salad. Zhao Pingjin drank porridge slowly: "Who did you talk to early in the morning?" While peeling the eggs, Xitang answered: "Ni Kailun scolded me for not updating Weibo.". Zhao Pingjin looked up at her: "Do you still have Weibo?" Xitang himself was full and pushed a white and tender egg in front of Zhao Pingjin: "Work needs." Zhao Pingjin did not like boiled eggs and frowned at them. Xitang looked at him and said, "Eat it. Don't drink too much porridge. Be careful of stomachache." Zhao Pingjin had to pick up the egg. Xitang went into the kitchen and took out a thermos cup. "Drink a cup of vegetable juice in twenty minutes. It's warm." Zhao Pingjin smiled: "OK, more and more virtuous." Xitang smiled more politely than he did. "I dare not neglect you. You spend three hundred thousand yuan a month.".
” The smile on Zhao Pingjin's face disappeared for a moment: "It's quite expensive." Xitang did not speak again and walked out of the kitchen. After breakfast, Zhao Pingjin came out and asked, "Do you want to go out?" Xitang said, "Where to go?" Zhao Pingjin thought about it and said, "Go out for a walk on the weekend." "Do you want to go out?" Xitang asked. Zhao Pingjin answered honestly: "I usually work overtime on weekends and sleep if I don't work overtime." I think I'm too tired to work at ordinary times. Xitang played the leading actress for the first time, and the part of the play was particularly heavy. Every night when she returned to the hotel, she took a bath and lay in bed, looking at the script and fell asleep. It was rare for her to have free time one day. She was cruel: "Then I'll recite the script first." Zhao Pingjin is not reluctant: "Suit yourself." At nine o'clock, Zhao Pingjin's cell phone rang on time. It was his grandmother who answered the phone. She asked him if he had eaten breakfast and why he didn't go home for dinner yesterday. It turned out that his mother was not at home and went to other places. She also asked him why he didn't go to his grandparents'place, worried that he was too busy to take good care of his body. In the living room, Xitang heard him sitting in the dining room, answering his grandmother one by one, very patiently. He was a child who had grown up surrounded by the love of his elders. Even though he was over thirty years old, he was still the most precious child of the Zhao and Zhou families. He was a man who had been spoiled from childhood to the end. Everything in life was satisfactory. When Xitang first knew him, Zhao Pingjin was young, arrogant and arrogant. Xitang knew that his family and origin were a gap that she could never cross. Zhao Pingjin came out and saw her sitting on the floor,Ceramic Bobbin, staring blankly at the script. What's the matter? Xitang looked up and smiled. Her smile was a little weak. She buried herself in reciting the script. Zhao Pingjin sat on the sofa for a while, picked up her mobile phone on the tea table, and took a few pictures by pressing east and west. Xitang was sitting on the floor with his legs crossed and carrying the script without noticing it. global-ceramics.com | |
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