"Well, modern romance writer Xia Houyi, if it doesn't work, I'll still play your Binbin, you just give me the money, you can support me, you can't drink for a long time, treat me as Binbin and pinch me, If you don't drink too much, you will treat me like air, and you won't compensate me."
"Gong Ningqi, go and have a look, Xianxia male writer Yuan Huixing, what are you doing?"
"Then there's no need to ask? It must be cultivation. It's really boring."
"Gong Ningqi, why do I feel that the writer Yuan Huixing seems to be singing again? Be sure to cover his mouth. I think he is lucky. Otherwise, let him sing some happy tunes. For example, World Peace March, etc. Wait, it must not be a river of sadness flowing upstream, I am worried that there will be floods again."
"Master Liang, you should go, I'm not interested in men."
"I'm not interested in men either."
"What?"
"No, I mean, I'm not interested in old men, I'll go and have a look at Kang Shi, an actor from the practice group, and see how he's doing."
"Master Liang, you don't need to say this. There are many female directors who are rushing towards him. Now Duan Mubin, who plays the domineering president, has fallen into the love triangle between Xia Houyi, a modern romance writer, and the real Binbin. Therefore, everyone I don't want to wade into that muddy water. They are all around Kang Shi, you don't want to join in the fun, they are all fresh and beautiful girls, you are a middle-aged woman ah!!"
"Dare to say it again, Gong Ningqi, you always remember your sister, I am eighteen this year."
"Eighteen? Then why do I have to call you sister when I'm older than you?"
"You should call me Lord, no, Liang Zuzong."
"I was wrong, I was wrong, Ancestor Liang, I can't take it anymore, my ears are about to be kneaded into dumplings for you, do you want to add some more stuffing?"
"Woooo"
"Modern romantic female writer Xia Houyi, why is she crying again? I wonder if she still has something serious to do, whether she can write. Otherwise, just like you, it's good to keep a diary."
"I'm a producer on a writer's reality show, now listen to me, please come around this well, writers improvise."
"Gong Ningqi, did you hear that? It's time for the game, and I'm finally not bored anymore."
"Why do I feel more helpless around this broken well, hey."
"This round, please invite the young author of Wuliangye to come first."
"My name is Liang Jia, Liang Jia, Liang Jia. When will I be able to remember my name? Wait, this well is filled with Wuliangye's new gas wine? It just happens to be a good opportunity to advertise. Friends of Wuliangye viewers in front of the TV, hello everyone, the following is the reality show of writers broadcast under the title of Wuliangye. I am the writer Wuliangye. Next, please move your eyes to this well. According to legend, a long time ago, there was a devil in it , but it was covered by Wuliangye to sterilize the bacteria, and human beings will live in safety and security on this land from now on, but the spirit of Wuliangye has been sealed at the bottom of the well forever, protecting the people from generation to generation."
"Master Liang, have you received a sponsorship fee? This is your first commercial after adult diapers. Congratulations."
"Shut up, Gong Ningqi Wuliangye, I want the big guys in front of the TV to see my advertisement by Liang Jia. It's so fresh and refined and shows off my wealth in a high-profile way. In short, my next shot" Remember the URL of this website: www.hlnovel.com