"Shameless guy, you are getting too far!" In the warm little nest, Shuimi'er guarded Zhen Lang like a thief, and said coquettishly: "Perfly, why didn't you find you so vulgar before? You just use your life to be vulgar every minute and every second!"

"Girl, pay attention to your wording. I am the old man today!" Zhen Lang said with a handsome look, "Not only today, this week, I am the old man. You can't break the rules of the game."

"Is it good that you broke the rules?" Shuimi'er glared at him.

Zhen Lang was stunned: "When did I commit a foul?"

Shumier: "You have problems with your ability to review questions. Our agreement should be to be the director, screenwriter and producer of your role-playing plan this week. You can set the mode you want, and then we start playing. It doesn't mean that you can be an old man twenty-four hours a day!"

Zhen Lang thought about it and was right: "Even if that's the case, then I can set a plot of becoming an old man for twenty-four hours."

"You think beautifully!" Shumier was angry, pouted and said angrily: "When my sister set the script, she played for no more than four hours a day. For the other twenty hours, you and I were completely equal. Why? Now it's your turn, you started cheating? A little unscrupulous person, is there anyone who bullies people like this?"

Zhen Lang was a little embarrassed and was scolded to see the elders of Jiangdong.

He asked himself, when Shumier was the leader of the family last week, she was only in the "playing time". The rest of the time, both of them were equal. Shumier didn't bother for twenty-four hours a day and now it was his turn to be the leader, and immediately asked to be the eldest son for twenty-four hours. This seemed a bit shameless.

After calming down, he asked, "Since you mean, are there any time limits for our daily performance?"

What Shumier wants is this effect: "It's a must."

Zhen Lang: "How many hours are required every day?"

Shui Mier: "It's within two hours."

Zhen Lang: "This is too little, right?"

"This is not enough? A movie is only ninety minutes long. Two hours is not enough for you to perform?" Shumier was confident.

"Girl, if you say that, I will criticize you." Zhen Lang began to present facts and reason, teaching Shuimi'er to be a human being: "You have too narrow thinking. Why must our acting plot be a movie? Can't it be a TV series? I can make a 40-episode series, which can also be divided into the first, second, and third seasons."

"Stop, stop!" Shumier showed a weak expression of complaining, looking at him pitifully: "Uncle, you can't be shameless to be so shameless. The 40-episode TV series is also the second and third seasons. Isn't this bullying?"

Zhen Lang expressed dissatisfaction: "After all, I am a director, and I can't play it freely? In addition to TV series, I also have some animations. You won't be willing to kill all my beautiful ideas in the cradle, right?"

"If this is a very good idea, my sister can cooperate." Shumier didn't know if she was moved by the unknown plot of playing the role, or she felt sorry for the old man at home. Her tone became a little looser and her attitude eased a little: "Let's talk about what you have first. Let's talk about what you plan to play today?"

Zhen Lang said mysteriously: "Do you want to hear the truth?"

Shuimi'er said angrily: "Don't keep it a secret, speed!"

"Originally, I thought today was your birthday. The plot was designed to be a princess, I was a knight, and the family fought for you among thousands of troops, so that you could have a princess addiction." Zhen Lang said, showing a painful expression: "I never expected to create a big mistake. Since today is not your birthday, this plot is not practical anymore."

"No, this plot is very good!" Shumier's eyes lit up, and she took the initiative to come over and wrap her arms around Zhen Lang's arm, her voice softened by eighty percentage points: "Uncle, no, Knight, please start this plot."

"That won't work. If you pass this village, you won't have this store." Zhen Lang's attitude was firm.

"No, uncle, I just want to try the feeling of being a princess." Shumier is worthy of being a charming girl. She used a beauty trick on the spot and put her whole body on Zhen Lang. Her warm and soft words were not resisted by normal men: "Uncle, just cooperate."

Zhen Lang was so excited that he was a little beastly blood: "Are you sure you want to star in this script?"

Shuimi'er was overjoyed: "I'm sure."

Zhen Lang showed a bad expression: "But the princess you play has a special identity."

Shumier: "How special it is? Isn't it the Princess Fiona who married the monster Shrek?"

"That's not." Zhen Lang showed a humble expression: "It's Princess Ziwei who returned the pig princess."

"" A drop of cold sweat broke out from Shuimi'er's forehead and said weakly: "What about you?"

Zhen Lang said awesomely: "Of course I am a master Erkang."

The atmosphere in the warm nest becomes particularly nostalgic.

How nostalgic is it? Listen, nostalgic songs came from the room: "When the peaks have no edges, when the river no longer flows. When time stops and is not separated day and night, when the world and everything becomes empty. I still can't break up with you, I can't break up with you, your tenderness is my greatest waiting in this life."

This song that was popular more than 30 years ago came from the computer speaker, fully exaggerating the nostalgic atmosphere.

Shui Mi'er sat by the bed. Her expression was very melancholy and her eyes were very sad. She seemed to have experienced a broken heart and a snatched love with her. She looked at the man in front of her and said softly: "She said, "You look at the snow, the stars, the moon, from poetry, songs, and the philosophy of life, I didn't look at the snow, the stars, and the moon, from poetry, songs, and philosophy of life."

Zhen Lang raised his head and showed a famous online expression, that is, Brother Jie's nostrils facing the sky, and then got into the role: "It's my fault, it's my fault. I shouldn't accompany her to watch the stars and the moon, from poetry and songs to philosophy of life. In the future, I will only accompany you to watch the snow and stars and the moon, from poetry and songs to philosophy of life.

Shumier looked at Zhen Lang affectionately and said, "Oh, Erkang."

Zhen Lang also looked at Shuimi'er affectionately and said, "Oh, Ziwei."

The two looked at each other affectionately and were completely immersed in the play.

Zhen Lang: "Ziwei, do you miss me?"

Shui Mier: "I don't want to."

Zhen Lang: "Then do you have nothing to say to me?"

Shuimi'er: "There is a sentence."

Zhen Lang: "What?"

Shuimi'er: "That sentence I don't want to be fake."

Zhen Lang: "I hate you."

Shumier: "Erkang, you can't hate me, you can't hate me because I love you so much!"

Zhen Lang: "I'm so sad when I hear you say that."

Shumier: "Erkang, don't be sad, I will be even more sad because of your sadness. Erkang, a broken me, how can you save a broken you?"

Next, Zhen Lang beat his acting skills: "Ziwei, I love you so much!"

Shuimi'er covered her chest with her hands: "If you hurt, I will hurt too! If you hurt, I will hurt even more!"

Zhen Lang took a step forward, grabbed her little hand, and said with a look: "Ziwei, you can hit me and scold me, but just ask you not to ignore me! If you ignore me, you will be anxious!"

Shuimi'er frowned and remained silent.

Zhen Lang became even more affectionate: "Ziwei, I am your eyes, I am your crutch! You know that your status in my heart is so noble and so noble! No one in the world has such a status in my heart! I respect you, pity you, love you, admire you, and miss you, and make myself almost broken and almost collapsed. How could there be a trace of disrespect in this feeling? How could I bully you? Insult you? What I do is just involuntarily!"

After a pause, Zhen Lang's nostrils became more upside down and his lines became more unrestrained: "You made me fascinated. Life is worse than death. Now, you are still shooting a target and saying that I am bullying you! You are too cruel, you are too cruel! You are too heartless!"

"Ziwei" seemed to be moved and finally said the classic dialogue: "The mountains have no edges and the heaven and earth are united, so you dare to be separated from you!"

Before she could finish her words, Zhen Lang could no longer do it.

This guy fell on the bed, laughing so hard that his intestines were knotted.

Shuimi'er bulged her cheeks and wanted to curse her, but after a second she couldn't hold back and smiled even more exaggeratedly than Zhen Lang.

A man and a woman rolled in the bed with a smile, as if she had experienced the funny things in her life.

Time passes quietly.

Youth once stayed at this moment.

Love seems to have stayed there for this moment.
Chapter completed!