Miracle Pill Maker Bullies the Boss

The first thousand four hundred and eighty-seven chapters delay the top students

Chapter 1487 delaying the top students

Huo Xiang stretched out his hand and embraced Huo Yao, the thin body under his arm made people feel distressed, "I've lost weight."

"It should be just not obvious fat." Huo Yao replied with a smile.

Huo Xiang heard that his throat was a little sore, and he patted Huo Yao on the shoulder again, "The fourth brother will be on vacation during this time, but you can have a good time."

Tong Yu, who was pushing the luggage rack behind him, chased after him. He happened to hear the phrase 'have a good time' from his entertainer. After saying hello to Huo Yao, he said sadly, "Sister, let me tell you, you Brother, he is a willful little princess."

Huo Yao's lips twitched, "What?"

"If you don't shoot good commercials and don't accept endorsements, you don't know how much money he wasted," Tong Yu calculated carefully, and gestured a number with his finger in mid-air, "At least it's worth a three-bedroom apartment in the capital!"

When Huo Yao heard the words, his footsteps stopped abruptly.

She thought that she had enough red envelopes this year to pay a down payment in Beijing. At this time, someone told her that her brother wasted all the money on a three-bedroom apartment?

Huo Yao sighed softly, then turned to Tong Yu and said, "Brother Tong, do you think it's too late for me to switch to the entertainment industry now?"

Huo Xiang next to him: "..."

Tong Yu smiled, "I think so, but I'm afraid of being scolded and delaying the top students."

Huo Xiang felt deeply that he couldn't let his agent talk to his little sister, so he grabbed the luggage rack and took down his suitcase, "Brother Tong, go back to rest early, my sister and I will go back first."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for Tong Yu to speak, he took Huo Yao's arm and walked quickly in front.

Tong Yu, who was standing still and didn't react: "??"

Wouldn't it just be possible to drop him off on the way?

**

At five o'clock, the two brothers and sisters returned home from the airport.

Before dinner was ready, Huo Yao's cell phone rang in her pocket. She raised her head and glanced at her parents and brothers who were talking in the hall, and immediately took out her cell phone.

J: [Is it empty? Show me a little program. 】

Huo Yao glanced at it, and directly replied to the other party.

J: [Dad, I know you are free. 】

Huo Yao: [...]

J: [E-mail has been sent to you. 】

Huo Yao thought about hearing Tong Yu's words at the airport, and quickly replied: "If you don't work in vain, give money. 】

J: [Talking about money hurts feelings.

The corners of Huo Yao's lips twitched, and he typed expressionlessly: [Are you referring to the relationship between father and son? Shouldn't the son be filial to the father? 】

J: [...Okay, you are cruel. 】

Soon Huo Yao received the WeChat transfer information. Looking at the six figures, he only felt that the rich people were so unpretentious.

She ordered the payment, and replied patiently: [I will turn on the computer later to take a closer look for you. If you have other questions later, please come to consult. 】

J: [. . . 】

Huo Yao put away his phone in a good mood.

After a while, my aunt will prepare the meal.

With the exception of Huo Yulin's absence, the family had a small reunion today, and the atmosphere at the dinner table was warm.

After eating, Huo Yao went upstairs.

Back to the room, turned on the computer.

There was a compressed and encrypted file in the mailbox, which she quickly downloaded.

Without sending a message to ask for the password, Huo Yao cut out a small deciphering software and unlocked the file in less than ten seconds.

The content of the file is a program about the intelligent system.

Looking at this program, Huo Yao suddenly remembered that Liu Gan had mentioned about the olive branch thrown by DO last year.

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