This strange call belongs to Yandu.

After a few sounds, Su Tong answered: "Hey, hello."

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

Oh, I know me, but I don’t know me. Su Tong was puzzled: “Is it old man?”

"I am the vice chairman of the National Writers Association, just call me Mr. Sun." The old man's voice was very cheerful, full of energy, and had no melancholy temperament. This made Su Tong suspect that writers and poets are generally not very happy.

Wisdom is painful, and words are painful.

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

This is how cultural heritage comes from.

Why is this old man so happy that Su Tong can't help but despise him. In fact, it's more jealous: "Vice Chairman"

"right."

"I'm still the chairman, right."

Liar, Su Tong hung up the phone.

Old Sun was stunned for a long time, and then furious. This little bastard treats him as a liar.

In the past two days, Mr. Sun has been on the microwave several times and sent two private messages, but Nian Nujiao didn't make any noise.

It was only after I found Su Tong's phone call. Su Tong treated him as a liar as soon as he answered it. He was so angry.

He wanted to know the two poems Nian Nujiao gave to Principal Song. In the past two days, a group of old guys were very anxious. They were all on the microwave, but Nian Nujiao seemed to have disappeared and stopped playing with the microwave.

Two old guys even visited Principal Song’s house, wanting to see the two poems better than Niannujiao’s nostalgia for the ancient times and climbing the Yellow Crane Tower.

But Principal Song refused to show it to the show, but he was so anxious that those old guys were so anxious.

Mr. Sun won’t give up and fight again.

And Su Tong, hang up again.

"Jingjing, come here quickly. Make a call for grandpa." Old Sun blew his beard and glared at him, calling his granddaughter over.

Not long after, Su Tong's phone rang again, and it was still an unfamiliar number, belonging to Yandu.

"Hey, hello. Is it Nian Nujiao?" A sweet female voice came from the other side of the phone.

"I am, who are you?"

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

"Oh, we're here to fool me into group." Su Tong hung up the phone.

Before Jingjing could finish her words, she saw Su Tong hung up the phone and stared at Boss Sun.

"Beat again" Mr. Sun gave his granddaughter instructions. He became stubborn and had not had a good sleep for two days, so he was waiting for these two poems.

Jingjing didn't understand why, but she still obediently continued to beat her.

However, after just two sounds, the phone prompted the other party to be on the phone, and Su Tong refused to answer.

"This guy is arrogant and reckless, disrespectful to the elderly and loves the young. Swear, Jingjing, scold him hard for his grandfather." Boss Sun was furious.

"Grandpa. Don't you want me to be more reserved? Why did you call me scolding me?" Jingjing hadn't seen her grandpa so angry for a long time. She asked carefully.

"Grandpa approved you today, how can I scold you? "Old Mr. Sun was so angry that he wanted to throw a cup. It was better than Niannu Jiao's nostalgia in the Red Cliff and climbing the Yellow Crane Tower. That was such a precious treasure.

In Mr. Sun's opinion, the value of a villa cannot be compared with the value of Niannujiao's nostalgia in the Red Cliff or climbing to the Yellow Crane Tower.

Principal Song couldn't open his mouth, and a group of old guys could only transfer their targets. He asked the author Su Tong.

But

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

Su Tong has already boarded the microwave and found many writers' associations, or sent him private messages.

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

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

And he himself will be implicated, Khan, and he was impulsive, what happened to Principal Song

Su Tong was repeatedly reminded by Principal Song, but he did not understand the specific process and knew the severity.

There was a private message from Mr. Sun on the microwave. Su Tong had already believed that the man was Mr. Sun, but he could not admit it or answer the phone.

"These old men used to dislike me and that, but now they are stuck together, which is really troublesome." At least dozens of old guys from the Writers Association wanted to read those two poems, and they were very persistent, which made Su Tong feel very troubled.

There was no other way, so I had to use my ultimate move.

Su Tong leaned on the chair and scraped her stomach. How to solve this problem

Because he thought too deeply, he didn't know that Lin Yin had finished taking a shower and was standing behind him.

Su Tong in the study room was not closed. Lin Yin saw Su Tong surfing the Internet, so he naturally would not be polite to him and even knock on the door.

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

The tent bulged high in almost two seconds, and Lin Yin behind her blushed and bright.

What did this little hooligan think of

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

Once this embarrassment is broken, Lin Yin will definitely be more embarrassed than Su Tong. Su Tong has a thick skin, so Lin Yin is so embarrassed that she wants to get into a hole in the ground and escape immediately.

Have it.

Su Tong sat up, but found that Yizhu's posture was wrong, which was so uncomfortable that he reached in and adjusted.

Lin Yin's face turned redder now. The tent just now was already very tall, but now it is even taller.

"Smacking"

Of course, it is not a sex between men and women, but a sound made by Su Tong's keyboard with her hand.

Su Tong typed a poem in the microwave input box.

After losing, Su Tong released the microwave.

"oh"

After the release was completed, Su Tong discovered Lin Yin behind him and was shocked.

"You sister Yinyin, you are so naughty, you walk without sound. When will 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 over-scam and having a fever today?" Su Tong reached out and touched Lin Yin's forehead.

When Su Tong's hand touched Lin Yin's forehead, she couldn't help but moan, as if she was hit by an electric current. Her body shook and her electric current was everywhere in her body. She felt like she wanted to swear and she suddenly collapsed.

Su Tong touched her hand and just touched his hideous object.

"Sister Yinyin." Su Tong thought to herself. Sister Yinyin was sick and the recording of the Good Voice of tomorrow may not be available.

He hugged Lin Yin, who was about to collapse, and found that Lin Yin was shaking, her face flushed and her eyes were blurred.

"Let me go" Lin Yin wanted to cry. Su Tong hugged and attacked one after another, and she was excited.

Su Tong had no experience and didn't know all this. She quickly took Lin Yin to her wife's room because she couldn't stand even.

"Damn, this place is evil. There is a problem with Feng Shui. How can you get sick if you say it is sick?" Su Tong hugged Lin Yin, who was trembling all over, put it on the bed, and covered her with a quilt: "Xiao Yu is more sensible than you. Look at you, after taking a shower, you run around and don't catch a cold. Wait a while, I will turn the temperature of the air conditioner higher and find you 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, Sister Yinyin was very angry, not like a person with fever. It will be continued
Chapter completed!