star king

Chapter 135

This strange call belongs to Yandu.

After a few rings, Su Tong answered: "Hello, hello."

"Hey, are you Nian Nujiao?" An old voice came from there.

Yo, you know me, but I don’t, Su Tong was puzzled: “Old man, may I ask who you are?”

"I am the vice chairman of the National Writers Association, you can call me Mr. Sun..." The old man's voice was very hearty, full of energy, without a melancholy temperament, which made Su Tong suspect that writers and poets are generally not very happy. ?

Wisdom is painful, words are painful.

Without pain, there is no inspiration, and there is no source of strength.

This is how cultural heritage comes about.

Why does this old man have such a strong sense of happiness that Su Tong can't help but despise him, but it's actually more of jealousy: "Vice chair?"

"Correct."

"I'm still the Lord, right."

Liar, Su Tong hung up the phone.

Elder Sun was stupid there for a long time, and then became furious, this little bastard, did he take him for a liar?
In the past two days, Mr. Sun posted @必NU娇 on Weibo several times, and sent two private messages, but Nian Nujiao didn't move at all.

It was hard to get Su Tong's phone number, and Su Tong regarded him as a liar as soon as he answered, and he was very angry.

He wanted to know the two poems that Nian Nujiao gave to Principal Song. These two days, a group of old guys were so anxious that they were all on Weibo @必威娇, but Nian Nujiao seemed to have disappeared, no longer playing microwave.

Two old guys even visited President Song's house, hoping to see those two poems that were better than "Nian Nujiao. Chibi Nostalgia" and "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower".

But Principal Song refused to show him life and death, which made those old guys very anxious.

Sun Lao didn't give up, and fought again.

And Su Tong, hang up again.

"Jingjing, come here quickly and make a call for grandpa." Elder Sun blew his beard and stared, and called his granddaughter over.

Not long after, Su Tong's phone rang again, it was still an unfamiliar number, Yandu, where he belonged.

"Hi, hello, is this Nian Nujiao?" A sweet female voice came from the phone.

"I am, who are you?"

"Hello, I...my grandfather is the grandson of the vice chairman of the National Writers Association..."

"Yo, did you form a group to fool me?" Su Tong hung up the phone.

Before Jingjing finished speaking, she saw Su Tong hang up the phone and stared at Boss Sun.

"Hit again!" Elder Sun instructed his granddaughter. He had a stubborn temper and hadn't slept well for two days, so he just waited for these two poems.

Jingjing didn't know why, but she continued to call obediently.

However, after only two rings, the phone reminded that the other party was on a call, and Su Tong refused to answer.

"This bastard, he is arrogant, he doesn't respect the old and love the young. Scold, Jingjing, give him a hard scolding by grandpa." Boss Sun was furious.

"Grandpa, didn't you want me to be more reserved? Why did you call me a curse?" Jing Jing asked cautiously, having not seen her grandpa so angry for a long time.

"Grandpa approves you today, so scold me as much as you want." Old Sun was so angry that he wanted to throw a glass. It is a better poem than "Nian Nujiao. Chibi Nostalgia" and "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower". What a precious treasure it is.

In Sun Lao's opinion, the value of a villa cannot be compared with "Nian Nujiao. Chibi Nostalgia" or "Climbing the Yellow Crane Tower".

Principal Song couldn't pry it open, so a group of old guys could only divert their target and ask Su Tong, the author.

but……

Elder Sun couldn't help but swear, and the phone was blocked.

Su Tong has already boarded Microwave, and found that many big Vs of Writers Association or @ him, or private message him.

In fact, he had already guessed that the two poems he gave Principal Song could not be born.

Once born, Principal Song's integrity will not be guaranteed.

And he himself will also be implicated, Khan, impulsive, what happened to Principal Song?
Su Tong was repeatedly instructed by Principal Song, so he didn't understand the specific process, but he also knew the severity.

Sun Lao's @ and private messages were on the microwave. Su Tong already believed that the person just now was Sun Lao, but he couldn't admit it, and he couldn't answer the phone.

"This group of old men, who used to dislike me here and there, are now swarming and sticking to it. It's really troublesome." At least dozens of old guys from the Writers Association wanted to read those two poems, and they were very persistent, which gave Su Tong a headache.

I had no choice but to zoom in.

Su Tong leaned on the chair, scratching his head, how to solve this matter?
Because of thinking too deeply, he didn't even know that Lin Yin had finished taking a bath and was standing behind him.

The door of the study room was left open by Su Tong. Seeing that Su Tong was surfing the Internet, Lin Yin naturally wouldn't be polite to him and knocked on the door.

Su Tong only felt a lingering fragrance, and his hormones rose suddenly, but because he was still thinking, he didn't realize that it was the fragrance sent by Lin Yin.

Lin Yin in the back was flushed, brightly.

What did you think of this little rascal?

Her face was hot, but she couldn't move, and she didn't dare to run, for fear that Su Tong would find her.

Once this kind of embarrassment is broken, Lin Yin must be more shy than Su Tong. Su Tong has a thick skin, so now Lin Yin is so embarrassed that he wants to dig a hole and escape immediately.

Have it.

"Clap clap clap..."

Of course, it wasn't the sex between men and women, but the sound of Su Tong typing on the keyboard.

Su Tong typed a poem in the microwave input box.

After typing, Su Tong posted the microwave.

"Oh~"

After the announcement, Su Tong found Lin Yin behind him and was shocked.

"You... Sister Yinyin, you ghost, walking without sound, when did you stand behind me." Su Tong shouted, before he finished speaking, his eyes were surprised, Lin Yin's face was wrong, so red.

"Sister Yinyin, are you overly frightened today and have a fever?" Su Tong reached out and touched Lin Yin's forehead, thinking that she was sick, and tomorrow's good voice recording might not be on stage.

……

"Damn, this place is evil, there is a problem with Feng Shui, how can you just get sick when you get sick?" Su Tong put Lin Yin on the bed and covered her with a quilt: "Xiao Yu is more sensible than you, look at you, after taking a bath Running around with so little clothes, it’s no wonder you don’t catch a cold. Wait for me, I’ll turn up the temperature of the air conditioner and find you some antipyretics.”

"Su Tong, you bastard!" Su Tong was about to go out when Lin Yin's shy and angry voice came from the air conditioner.

Su Tong looked confused, Miss Yinyin was very angry, she didn't look like someone with a fever.

(End of this chapter)