MTL - Spiritualist In Korea-Chapter 647 Fatty Wang who got in the car first

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   "oppa, shouldn't this line be a little questionable?"

   "And this sentence, I think it should be like this..."

"and also...."

  Li Mo looked at Krystal eagerly. He had already washed himself and was waiting for Officer Zheng to come and subdue him, but the girl didn't understand the style and was still studying the lines while holding the script.

   "I said...it's getting late, I'll take you home later. Xiujing, look..."

  Krystal pouted, "oppa, can you stop thinking about that kind of thing all day. We need to communicate more from now on, darling, help me adjust my lines for tomorrow."

   Li Mo was directly killed by touching his head.

   "But I want to communicate with my body even more..." Li Mo burst into tears.

  No way, Krystal seems to really want to have a dignified confrontation with Cui Xueli, the professionalism is completely stimulated, and Li Mo can't do anything about her. Help Krystal finish the lines hard, then send the girl home.

  The relationship between the two is still hidden from Zheng's father and Zheng's mother, and it is impossible to stay outside too much.

  Poor Li Mo, Kim Taeyeon also went home to accompany her parents. He obviously has two girlfriends, but he sleeps with a pillow at night.

   Of course, Li Mo couldn't do the act of going outside to hunt for beauty without anyone to accompany him. What is he dissatisfied with now? Although the dream of embracing left and right is still far away.

   When I got home, I called Taeyeon and Krystal each, and continued to finish the script of "Signal". As always, he is not ready to make major changes to the subsequent plot based on the audience's reaction. Moreover, there are not many emotional scenes in this play, but more to reflect the friendship between colleagues, a sense of personal responsibility, and the thrilling and suspenseful process of solving the case.

   And the kiss scene that the audience expects?

  Sorry, not in this drama. A large part is Li Mo's selfishness, and the other part is that Li Mo wants to try it. If there is no kiss scene, will it have a big impact on the ratings of the TV series?

   He wanted to challenge that.

   Therefore, the requirements for the actors' acting skills and the attractiveness of the plot have increased by more than one grade. Li Mo must make each episode climax and attract the audience to look forward to the next episode.

  Because "Signal" has only sixteen episodes, there is no delay.

  The room was quiet, only the sound of Li Mo's fast and slow typing.

   Suddenly, the phone rang.

   Li Mo paused, glanced at the time in the lower right corner of the computer, and unknowingly it was already one o'clock in the morning.

   "Fuck, this Fatty Wang called me so late!"

   Li Mo couldn't get out of his anger. After Fatty Fatty got along with Li Meihui, the store manager of Perfume Xiaozhu, he completely forgot about his brother and stayed with his girlfriend all day.

   "Li Mo, I'm going to be a father!"

   As soon as he was connected, Fatty Wang's gong-like voice rang in his ear, and the excitement and anxiety in it could be felt even by Li Mo across the phone.

   "Mihui and I just fell asleep when she suddenly ran to the bathroom and vomited...I thought she had food poisoning, but I didn't expect it to be...pregnant!"

   Li Mo is very tired of it, why should he keep the empty room alone? But this is a good thing, and Fatty Wang is still a good brother who has played together since childhood, so Li Mo won't lose his temper at him.

   "You kid, are you going to get married right away or what? It's not good to have a child out of wedlock, and your parents are the kind of people who have a good face."

   Fatty Wang was stunned for a moment, "I don't know. But Meihui's parents seem to be quite satisfied with me, so they shouldn't stop us."

   "Forget it, I'll find you tomorrow morning, I'm going to bed!"

   "Hey... Li Mo... what can I do, I can't sleep at all now... how about going to the hospital with me?"

  Li Mo decisively hung up the phone.

   He's not an idiot. Li Meihui is your girlfriend, not mine, so why go to the hospital to stay up late with you.

   But Li Mo tossed and turned all night, bought two nutritious breakfasts with dark circles under his eyes early in the morning, and went to the hospital to visit Fatty Wang and his wife.

   "How many months?"

   Fatty Wang snorted and drank his porridge, and when he heard Li Mo's question, he stretched out **** proudly.

   Li Mo was puzzled and whispered, "Isn't this traveling? Is it easier to get pregnant abroad?"

  Li Meihui ate gently, and when she heard the president's muttering, she gave Fatty Wang an elbow, which made him almost sulky.

   Fatty Wang rubbed his hands together, and his fat face approached Li Mo directly, "My good brother, I have discussed with Meihui, why don't you be our matchmaker."

"why?"

Fatty Wang smiled embarrassedly, "Isn't this your high status? With you by my side, my future husband and mother-in-law won't be easy to show me. Also, my parents trust you the most. There won't be any big problems on the side."

"Okay." Li Mo responded with yin and yang, "what's the point of putting a knife to the side of the brother? Unfortunately, after some people have a woman, they forget about the brother. But it hurts the brother's heart a lot, if you don't make up for it. , it is very likely that you will not be able to work hard!"

   Fatty Wang and Li Meihui were immediately flushed by Li Mo's words.

  The two of them are really outrageous.

  Love was so hot that one left his job as a store manager and went on a trip with his lover, while the other was immersed in the gentle township. Li Mo was also very confident in looking for something.

   "This..." Fatty Wang's fat face suddenly became tangled, and finally he gave up on himself, "It's a big deal, I'll tell you the secret recipe of our old Wang family!"

  “Poof”*2.

   Li Meihui sprayed porridge, Li Mo vomited blood!

  Li Mo gloomily picked up the collar of Fatty Wang, "Fatty, are you despising your brother's ability? I'm in a great shape, and you need to use the so-called secret recipe for childbirth?"

   Fatty Wang retorted, "This is a secret secret from the palace. I heard that it comes from a secret secret from the Tibetan esoteric sect, but it is a family heirloom of our old Wang family."

   "Damn, why is your uncle and aunt the only one?"

   Fatty Wang replied confidently, "That's to support the national family planning policy, otherwise my brother is at least a football team!"

   "Go away!" Li Mo was enraged by Fatty Wang. If this kid were to be heard by his uncle and aunt, wouldn't he kill him?

   Fatty Wang smiled and was not angry, he also knew that he had said something wrong just now. What is the most unbearable thing for a man? It means you can't, and it's even more outrageous that another man said it.

   "But how do matchmakers do? And what are the customs in Korea, do you know?"

   Fatty Wang and Li Meihui have big eyes to small eyes, and they dare not think about it. Li Mo rubbed his brows painfully, "Okay, Fatty, please take care of Meihui at ease. I'll go back and ask someone else."

   "OK, you are my brother!" Fatty Wang licked his face and patted Li Mo's ass, so disgusted that Li Mo kicked the guy away.

After    left the hospital, Li Mo pondered and went directly to the Jinjia optical shop. Of course, it would be better to ask the second elder of the Jin family about this kind of thing. At the same time, he also called back his mother Lin Huizhu and asked her to help him to test the words of Fatty Wang's parents.

As a result, he was complained by his mother all the time, saying that he and Kim Taeyeon had so much relationship with Fatty King Zaowang that he had not helped her to find a grandson or granddaughter, and implicitly suggested that Li Mo should go to the hospital for a checkup, His face turned green with anger.

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