The group pet is three and a half years old: don't delay my mother's exam to Tsinghua Univ

Chapter 377

in the recording studio.

Wang Kehao finally chose a relatively good middle-aged female singer to sing the theme song of "Harem at Sunset" after several days of selection.

In the recording glass studio, the song recording was still going on. Wang Kehao tapped the table rhythmically with his old and strong fingers, and listened to the female singer singing with headphones.

Tang Tang was rarely free, biting a bun filled with mushrooms and chatting with Fu Jingan, and the conversation was about the spiritual spring worth [-] million sent by Ming Ruowei.

Tang Tang shook his feet, greed flashed across his face: "Fu Jing'an, is there really such a magical thing?"

A bottle of water, [-] million!

"The news is true. The spiritual springs in the caves of the Ming family are extremely rare." Fu Jingan carried the computer with him, tapping the keyboard back and forth with his little hands, as if he was playing a game or programming.

Tang Tang touched his chin, showing a malicious smile.

If there is an opportunity in the future, I must visit Ming's house and fill a few large jars of spiritual spring.

At this moment, Tang Tang still doesn't know that in the future, there will be men with dark eyebrows piously kneeling on one knee, surrendering the entire Ming family, and begging her to look at him more.

"The four major families all have ancestral treasures." Seeing her money-obsessed appearance, Fu Jingan couldn't help but insult her, "I really don't know much."

Tang Tang yelled twice, and leaned over: "It seems that you are very knowledgeable, the treasures of the four major families, have you seen them all?"

Fu Jingan thought, of course.

But the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he gnawed half of the bun in Tang Tang's hand, and swallowed it in two bites.

Tang Tang's eyes widened in an instant, like a puffed puffer fish, howled twice and rushed over, baring his teeth and scolding him in a milky voice: "Snatch my buns! Are you sick, old dog Fu! You don't have buns yourself Do you want to eat? Take mine every day!"

"You are only half a steamed bun away from Fatty, I'm busy with you." Fu Jingan put the laptop in the drawer, and Tang Tang rushed towards him.

The two cuties huddled together again.

It was cold in winter, and both of them were wearing thick down jackets, which were swollen like exploded meatballs.Two meatballs bump into each other, hit each other, turn a small rest area into a terrifying battlefield.

Bang bang bang, clang clang~
In the end, it was Wang Kehao who heard the news and separated the two little dolls who were making a mess.Wang Kehao rubbed his brows helplessly: "The two little ancestors, can you stop fighting every day! My recording studio will be demolished by you two!"

Wang Kehao was quite speechless. He said that the relationship between the two children was not good, and they stayed together every day;

The recording of the song came to an end for the time being. Near noon, Wang Kehao took two worried little dolls to the restaurant for dinner.

This year's winter in Kyoto is extremely cold, with freezing wind blowing, white snow is falling in succession, and gradually piled up to form white all over the world.Wang Kehao took Fu Jingan with his left hand and Tang Tang with his right hand, and walked cautiously towards the restaurant.

Arriving at the door of the restaurant, Wang Kehao took off his hat angrily, and was about to open the door to enter—an egg suddenly appeared on his head.

Yes, a raw egg.

The egg hit the back of his head accurately, the eggshell shattered, the orange yolk liquid was scattered, and the egg white and the scattered yolk were sticky and scattered down the gray hair.

Tang Tang was taken aback. He never expected that the highly respected Mr. Wang would be thrown an egg in broad daylight!
The culprit who threw the eggs was a few old ladies who had just returned from the vegetable market by the side of the road. The old ladies had gray hair and a lot of strength. Their eyes were full of disdain and ridicule, and they thought:

"Old rascal!"

(End of this chapter)