Dressed as a black female supporting role on the Internet, I became popular in Lian Zong

Chapter 124

The photo of Sang Yijia discharged from the hospital could have been posted, but it was cut off halfway.

Sang Qiwen's people have been following Sang Zheng and the others. After finding the paparazzi, they drove to stop him and deleted all the photos.

The photos that the paparazzi took with great difficulty were originally intended to make a big splash, but in the end they lost everything, so naturally they were unhappy.

"Jiayang Technology Company?" A reporter looked at the information found on the phone, "There are only two small video software under the company, what's so good about it?"

"Then what should we do now?"

The photos are gone, so you can't just talk big, right?
"What's the matter, I can still write when I go back to take two photos." The reporter in charge of the editor is not afraid of trouble at all, "By the time, believe it or not, it will be the opinion of netizens."

"Let's go." The reporter who took the photo put away his mobile phone, "A small company that has not yet been listed, dare not go against our company."

"Write whatever you want."

The third editor who had been silent for a while frowned, "Go back and ask the editor-in-chief."

"Think about that Rolls-Royce." Most people can't afford it.

Suddenly, the air seemed to freeze, and no one spoke, as if they could hear each other's breathing.

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Sang Yijia rested at home for three days. During this period, there were no special hot searches. She also started to prepare for her retirement.

Before wearing books, Sang Yijia also had many hobbies, such as making handmade videos.

At this moment, Sang Yijia bought a lot of ultra-light clay online, and the delivery address was the apartment.

After staying for two more days, Sang Yijia wanted to move back.

It's nice to be at home, but it's really hard to do other things.

In addition, Sang Yijia opened the laptop to create a new outline, intending to write a short story for submission.

And the place where the manuscript was submitted happened to be Sang Qiwen's company.

There are only [-] to [-] words in short plays, and the content of each chapter is only [-] to [-] words.

Sang Yijia watched for a while, locked on the user of the short video, and then started typing on the keyboard.

"Jiajia hasn't come out for most of the day." Sang's mother started counting the time after lunch, "Did you take a nap?"

"Let's have a look in the afternoon." Sang Zheng was prone to sleepiness after dinner, and couldn't help but yawned, "Look, Jiajia has been fine for the past few days."

"That must be all right."

Sang's mother disagreed, "The third child said that although Jiajia's physical examination was healthy, there was no sign of coma last time."

Isn't she worried that Sang Yijia will fall into a coma again?

Sang Zheng hugged Sang's mother, "It's fine."

"Let's not scare ourselves."

Mother Sang moved her lips, but after thinking about it, she still didn't say anything.

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At three o'clock in the afternoon, Sang's mother took another look at Sang Yijia's room, but she still couldn't see Sang Yijia, "No, I'm going to take a look."

This time, Sang Zheng did not refuse.

As soon as Sang's mother got up, the door of Sang Yijia's room opened, and when she looked up, she saw Sang Zheng and Sang's mother standing at the entrance of the corridor, "Mom and Dad, what are you doing here?"

"Simulate the Titanic looking at the sea from the bow?"

Sang Zheng and Sang Mu: "..."

"Jiajia, what are you doing in the room?" Sang's mother straightened her expression, remembering what she was worried about just now, "Did you just wake up?"

"No." Sang Yijia shook his head, "I'm writing a script."

Sang Yijia originally wanted to write a short script for the parents, but he couldn't write the feeling of intrigue, so he just wrote the script to kill.

Both Sang Zheng and Sang Mu were stunned, and they looked at each other's eyes, and they could see the consternation in each other's eyes.

"Jiajia, when did you start writing?" Sang Zheng asked.

Sang Yijia knew that she would definitely let her parents know after retiring from the circle, so she replied honestly, "Just today."

"Mom and Dad, do you want to read it?" Sang Yijia scratched her cheeks and said embarrassedly, "It's the first time I wrote it, so I don't know how it goes."

"Yes, yes." Sang's mother was very excited, "Let's see, let's see."

"Then wait a minute." Sang Yijia turned and entered the room.

Sang Zheng fell into deep thought when he saw Sang Yijia's figure.

"Jiajia must be doing something after retiring." Sang's mother's eyes were a little red, "otherwise she hated writing writers so much since she was a child, how could she write scripts?"

"Let Jiajia take care of the vegetable market in the East Bay." Sang Zheng said with a frown, "The other buildings are also transferred, how about it?"

Mother Sang was silent for a while, "Okay."

"Mom and Dad," Sang Yijia came out holding the laptop, "Can I just watch it on the computer?"

Sang Yijia originally wanted to print it out, but there was no printer in the room, so he had to give up.

In this way, Sang Yijia thought about buying a printer at the apartment, which would be much more convenient.

Sang Zheng and Sang Mu took Sang Yijia's works seriously, but they became fascinated after watching them.

"Uh, who is the final murderer?" Sang Zheng squeezed his chin and thought, "Is it Xiaohong's roommate?"

"No, I think it's Xiaohong's ex-boyfriend." Sang's mother was the first to disagree, "This is obviously love killing."

Sang Yijia looked at the two of them discussing the plot and covered her mouth with a smile, "Mom and Dad, I haven't finished writing this story yet."

"I'm going to use a pseudonym to submit to Big Brother's company, what do you think?"

"It's totally possible." Sang Zheng was still holding the laptop, watching with relish, "It really is my daughter, resourceful."

"I gave birth to that too." Mother Sang replied unwillingly, and then went to see Sang Yijia, "How about I ask auntie to stew gastrodia elata for you tonight?"

Stewing soup with pig brain and gastrodia elata is definitely enough to nourish the brain.

Sang's mother was worried that Sang Yijia was using her brain too much, but she was too embarrassed to say so.

"..." Sang Yijia was silent for a while, then raised her lips and smiled, "Mom, you can arrange it."

Mother Sang nodded contentedly, "Then I'll talk to the chef."

After finishing speaking, Sang's mother went downstairs.

Sang Zheng returned the laptop to Sang Yijia, and looked at her seriously again, "Jiajia..."

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Seeing Sang Zheng hesitate to speak, Sang Yijia was even more confused, and tilted her head to look at him.

Sang Zheng shook his head and waved his hands, "It's okay."

"I just didn't expect Jiajia's writing skills to be so good." Sang Zheng sighed, "You used to hate writing."

Sang Yijia paused. Although the story in the book has changed, some plots and characters have not changed.

For example, the original owner hated writing essays since he was a child.

"Dad, have you forgotten?" Sang Yijia replied calmly, "I even participated in a composition competition in high school."

"I won the first prize."

"???" Sang Zheng snorted, "Really?"

"Yeah, so, Dad, did you remember me and my second brother wrong?" Sang Yijia silently apologized to Sang Qiwu in her heart.

　Thank you for your tickets~~~I have successfully advanced~~~I am a little happy~~~Then continue to ask for tickets, and strive to continue to advance in the next round~~~Thanks(ω)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)