Unemployment at the beginning, I let the big devil of the music world return

Chapter 261 Happy
Lu Xiaoyu returned to the counter and started packing those meals into lunch boxes.

At this moment, the door rang, and Xiao Yang walked in exhaustedly.

Lu Xiaoyu was surprised: "Why did you come so early?"

Hearing from his friend, Xiao Yang has been focusing on a project for the past few days, and he doesn't get off work until after eleven o'clock every day.

"Oh."

Xiao Yang asked for a meal, "They all went back, I'm the only one today."

In the past, the three of them stayed until twelve o'clock for dinner.

Hou Zi and Jiang Yang went to be volunteers today, and they didn't go to work in the afternoon.

Uncle Jing followed Hou Bing's morning shift and went back early, and now Xiao Yang is alone.

He didn't want to stay any longer.

He took Lu Xiaoyu's lunch box, he was tired so he didn't look at Lu Xiaoyu more.

He held out his phone to pay.

Lu Xiaoyu suddenly said: "I dreamed of you just now."

"what?"

Xiao Yang regained consciousness and looked up at Lu Xiaoyu.

Lu Xiaoyu: "I dreamed that you paid the bill."

Xiao Yang suddenly smiled after reacting for a while, "Oh, you also watch "Traffic Underground Station"?"

A few of their friends watched it together this morning.

At that time, Wang Gang still thought that Jiang Yang's script was too good, and the smiling sister Ying couldn't close her mouth from ear to ear, and it would be bad if she moved her fetus.

Lu Xiaoyu corrected him, it was an underground transportation station.

"Not bad right."

Xiao Yang still paid the bill, and then ate here while it was hot, the three of them did the same before.Speaking of which, it was Xiao Yang who told Hou Bing that the impending food here was going to be thrown away.He often came to the convenience store to buy food at different peak times. Over time, he had a few words with Lu Xiaoyu. Then, more than ten days ago, he worked overtime for the current project until around twelve o'clock.

Before returning home from get off work, Xiao Yang touched his empty stomach. He wanted to go to the convenience store to buy some food, but happened to meet Lu Xiaoyu who was about to throw away some food.

Throwing it in the trash can is the same as throwing it in your stomach.

He said so.

Lu Xiaoyu agreed, and then they had a threesome.

Xiao Yang asked: "Hou Zi introduced it to you?"

Lu Xiaoyu said yes.

Xiao Yang said, "My buddy wrote the script."

The store manager kept listening with his ears sideways. At first he thought Lu Xiaoyu's teasing skills were rubbish, but Xiao Yang sat down and ate.Now that she heard this, she came over gossipingly, "Who, you still have friends who can write scripts."

"Yes."

Xiao Yang took a bite of the dish, unexpectedly there was fish-flavored pork shreds left today.

The store manager asked, "Is he handsome?"

"handsome!"

Xiao Yang glanced at her: "My buddy is married, don't think about it."

The store manager regretted, "Handsome and talented——"

She really likes Xiao Yang, a screenwriter friend. The almost overflowing talent in the TV series she just watched made her feel itchy to conquer, "Why do all your friends get married so early—"

Xiao Yang smiled: "Just don't get married, ten of you are no match for Sister Ning."

He wiped his mouth and said goodbye to them.

He still has more than half an hour to take the night bus.

The store manager looked at his back and muttered, "Is he looking down on me?"

When she turned her head, she saw Lu Xiaoyu looking at him resentfully.

It was so hard to get on with the conversation through the lines, and the store manager snatched it all by chattering beside him.

The store manager raised his hands: "Mine, mine, I won't say anything next time."

When Xiao Yang came home, his former partner Uncle Jing was lying on the bed, watching "Underground Traffic Station" on his mobile phone.

He was wearing headphones, his daughter was asleep, and he was overwhelmed by debt and illness.But in the process of watching this TV series, he temporarily forgot about those things, immersed in the beauty of Jia Gui's flourishing age, and when he saw "that little girl Zhang Dehe—" he almost laughed out loud, and his wife gave him With a kick, "What are you laughing at?"

Because he usually frowned and laughed bitterly, his daughter-in-law now looks bitter.But after Uncle Jing gave her an earphone and the two of them watched it together, the bitter expression gradually relaxed.

(End of this chapter)