Longing for a Life: a Four-year-old Zombie

　　Flowers, evaluation tickets, monthly tickets to support it, this is the driving force for the author to code words.

　　Well, the big guy with a large account balance can give you a dollar as a reward. .

Chapter 7 Upright doctor, despised!

"What do you mean by that?"

　　Team Doctor Liu's face sank and he questioned angrily.

　　"Although I'm just a small doctor in a small hospital, I know what to pay attention to as a doctor. In my eyes, celebrities are also ordinary people. Does a Band-Aid need to go to the hospital?"

　　After the doctor on duty finished speaking, he left without looking back.

　　"My God, what's going on?"

　　He Jiong first noticed that Peng Peng's ankle was no different from a normal person except for a small wound that had begun to heal.

　　"Omaygader! It's a conjuration, isn't it!?"

　　"Hahaha, isn't this doctor too upright?"

　　"I feel sorry for Peng, I feel sorry for Dr. Liu, and I feel sorry for my baby Xiaoqing. This is a lying gun!"

　　"We prove that my Peng is definitely not a bitch who screams pain after a little injury!"

　　"This this……"

　　Team Doctor Liu's eyes widened, unable to say a word.

　　"Really or not? Are those grasses just now fairy grass?" Huang Lei also stared at Peng Peng's ankle in amazement.

　　Rao is that Peng Peng's nerves are thick enough, and he can't stand a few big men staring at him like this.

　　"Hey, let me just say it?"

　　Peng Peng took the opportunity to put on his shoes.

　　"Oh my little darling, I didn't expect you to be such a genius doctor!" He Jiong hugged Qin Qing with pride.

　　"Okay, okay, hurry up!" Huang Lei felt a little overwhelmed on his face, and hurriedly greeted the group to leave.

　　The terrain in western Hunan is complicated, and the roads built are all nine turns and eighteen turns. Those who are not old local drivers generally dare not rush the night road.

　　For the safety of the program team, the director team decided to find a hotel in the town to stay for one night and leave early tomorrow morning.

　　"Papa Huang, Mr. He, there seems to be a temple fair over there. I want to take Xiaoqing to see if I can buy two sets of clothes."

　　Zhang Zifeng has a restless temperament, and just after arranging the accommodation, she found Huang Lei impatiently.

　　"I think you want to go shopping, right? You dare to use Xiaoqing to block the gun!" Huang Lei could see through Zhang Zifeng's thoughts at a glance.

　　"Dad Huang, can we talk a little bit about it! Look at Xiaoqing, she's just dressed like this, and it's so dirty!" Zhang Zifeng argued solemnly.

　　"It's still Zifeng being careful, why didn't I think of it!" He Jiong just finished speaking, and suddenly remembered an important thing: "Before we came, our wallet and cash were confiscated by the show team, you have money for Xiaoqing Shopping for clothes?"

　　"Uh... the show crew didn't confiscate it, and I don't have any money either! I never bring money myself," Zhang Zifeng said bluntly.

　　He Jiong glared at her helplessly, then turned to look at Huang Lei.

　　Huang Lei quickly waved his hand: "Don't look at me, the show team guards me like a thief! Every time I participate in the show, I even have to take out my insoles and check them."

　　"Hahaha, the show crew is too real!"

　　"Hahahaha, I just want to know, what kind of thing does Mr. Huang have to force the show team into?"

　　"It's okay, Dad Huang, you still have slippers!"

　　……

　　Several people were talking, and Huang Lei set his eyes on Lao Huang.

　　"Old Huang, we don't seem to be telling you about our feelings. You should express it anyway!"

　　The side attack failed, and Huang Lei began to be blatant.

　　"Uh-huh, the program team's budget is tight..."

　　"Hey, I'm so violent! Am I doing this for myself? Xiaoqing is so hard on buying clothes!"

　　Before Lao Huang finished his words, Huang Lei took off his shoes and prepared to throw it at Lao Huang.

　　"Uncle Huang, don't fight, okay?"

　　Qin Qing came to Huang Lei, stared at a pair of big watery eyes, and said innocently.

　　As soon as he saw Qin Qing, Huang Lei's heart softened immediately, and he quickly put down his shoes, showing the danger of an old father: "It's okay, Xiaoqing, uncle is not fighting!"

　　"What is money? It should be something that the director's uncle likes very much, right?"

　　"Grandpa Huang told Xiaoqing, don't do to others what you don't want to do to others."

　　"Xiaoqing doesn't want clothes anymore, and the things that Xiaoqing particularly like don't want to be taken away by others."

　　Qin Qing raised her white and tender face and said it very seriously.

　　Everyone was stunned, and several women present couldn't help crying.

　　"Hey, little baby, why are you so sensible!"

　　Teacher He quietly wiped the corner of his eyes, hugging Qin Qing so much that he wanted to rub him.

　　"5555, crying and speechless!"

　　"Little baby, how can you be so sensible?"

　　"I was in class and suddenly couldn't hold back. Now the teacher called my mother and asked her to take me to see the psychology department."

　　"My God, is Xiaoqing an angel? How can there be such a perfect child!"

　　"I took another look at my son who was drawing on the wall with a crayon, and suddenly there was an impulsive feeling again!"

　　"Upstairs, recognize it. My son has finally become sensible. He said he was going to mop the floor. I just glanced at it, and he mopped the floor with cooking oil instead of water."

　　"Pfft! Hahahahahaha! I feel bad for the two eldest sisters upstairs!"

　　PS: Thank you brothers for your support!grateful!

Chapter 8 Lao Huang's private house money, five hundred yuan!

Huang Dao's old face was burning with pain, more painful than being slapped in the face!

　　You say that you have the wrong muscle in your brain, and you have to play tricks at this time.

　　It was originally a joke, but now I am not a person inside or outside.

　　Just what Qin Qing said just now, Director Huang felt that he had lived on a dog for decades!

　　"Our program team is short of funds. I am responsible for Xiaoqing's clothes! This is [-] yuan, all my pocket money this month."

　　When Director Huang took out his wallet, the camera deliberately gave a capital letter.

　　After the five hundred-yuan bills were taken out, there were only a few gross bills left.

　　"Old Huang, don't you? My sister-in-law will give you five hundred yuan in pocket money a month?" Huang Lei looked at Lao Huang in surprise.

　　"How is it possible, our identity is here, right? I invited you to a barbecue the day before yesterday, where do you think the money came from?" Lao Huang said proudly.

　　"Pfft!" Huang Lei couldn't help laughing and screaming: "We had barbecue the day before yesterday, and it was less than [-] yuan, and you still slapped half a dozen beers. That's [-] yuan pocket money a month, including daily expenses. ?"

　　Old Huang blushed at what Huang Lei said, and he hummed and retorted: "Seven hundred dollars is a lot, and I can't spend it every month."

　　"Hahahaha, Daddy Huang is too bad!"

　　"Hitting people without slapping their faces and exposing people without exposing their shortcomings, how much hatred and resentment is this?"

　　"Hahaha, I laughed so hard! I feel sorry for Lao Huang for a second!"

　　"I didn't expect that Lao Huang is the gao laugh of the mushroom house!"

　　……

　　"Okay, okay, I have to leave some for you anyway, don't make us like bandits and robbers!"

　　Huang Lei took the money confidently and took out one that he planned to return to Lao Huang.

　　However, the next moment he took it back.

　　"Forget it, children's clothes are expensive, so let's buy them first. Girl, try to haggle as much as possible, and at the end of the day, leave ten yuan to eight yuan for Director Huang."

　　"Gao got Dad Huang, promise to complete the task!" Zhang Zifeng, like a little money fan, took the banknotes with both hands, and his eyes almost narrowed.

　　Director Huang's hand that just went out quietly shrank back, and the expression on his face was definitely comparable to that of an emoji.

　　"Pfft! Hahahaha, Mr. Huang, are we doing too much?"

　　He Jong, who had been watching the play next to him, couldn't hold back, and he couldn't straighten his smiling waist.

　　"I don't know who our old Huang is? He is called the second master of the director world, and he is talking about a righteousness."

　　Most of the audience in the live broadcast room were laughing and laughing.

　　"Let's go Xiaoqing, my sister will take you shopping, buy beautiful clothes, and eat delicious food!"

　　Zhang Zifeng was just about to bend over to pick up Qin Qing when Peng Peng ran over and picked Qin Qing up first.

　　"You have thin arms and thin legs, I won't hold you for a while, brother will hold Xiaoqing for you!" Peng Peng smiled ingratiatingly.

　　"I miss you! Humph, I'm happy to hold Xiaoqing to death!"

　　Zhang Zifeng showed no appreciation and took Xiaoqing from Peng Peng.

　　"That's fine, I'll follow you, and I'll hold you for a while when you can't hold it anymore." Peng Peng said a little disappointed.

　　"Daughter, be optimistic about your brother, don't let him and Xiaoqing grab food."

　　Huang Lei's god made up the knife, and all the people present couldn't help but laugh.

　　"Mr. Huang, what you said hit my heart! No matter how greedy I am, I can't rob Xiaoqing." Peng Peng looked innocent.

　　"Hehe, take precautions before they happen, that's what I said."

　　"Director Huang, take a look at the big data sent from the platform."

　　As soon as Zhang Zifeng and the others left, a director came to Director Huang.