Chapter 577 Be my wife
Even though the relationship between Lu Ruman and Zheng Yu seems sweet and sweet, it’s just an illusion that only exists on the Internet.
The two of them had already lost feelings for each other offline.
"I didn't order wine for you, and drinking at night is not good for your stomach." Zheng Yu explained.
After all, they are also people who have lived together for seven years, and the two know each other almost as well as family mbers.
It's a barrage, and it's a bit more excuses for the strange aura of the two.
—How do you feel that Ruman and Zheng Yu are weird, I can’t say
—Maybe I’m tired, after all, I just finished the live broadcast before I ca to shoot the show
—Is it tiring to earn money even when you bring goods?
—That also requires energy, and Ruman also wants to make their lives better...
The barrage of dissent passed by in a flash, and then was overwheld by many fans, without causing any waves.
Live streaming is a newly erging way of making money. In a sense, it’s either giving fans benefits, or treating fans like leeks.
And Lu Ruman is actually the latter, using the fans he and Zheng Yu have accumulated over the years to cash in through live broadcasts, making others jealous.
Dinner is a small episode.
The program team didn't make things difficult for everyone in this place, and the mini-gas were mainly small fights between lovers.
After a al, Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen are naturally the most harmonious couple.
Lu Ruman misrembered allergy points, and Ain misrembered Mu Zhe's liking and deducted points.
As for Zuo Qing and Yue Ziyu, it’s completely because they can’t understand each other, so they choose the taste that they don’t like very much.
"This is the end of tonight's mini-ga. Guests are invited to co and collect their room cards later so that they can rest." Director Yuan Qing inford everyone.
Huo Yichen naturally accepted this task, "I'll get it later, you wait for here."
He explained, but he still didn't forget to take off his windbreaker and wrap it around Murong Qiao.
The temperature will inevitably drop at night, and you will catch a cold if you don't pay attention.
Feeling the owner's lingering warmth on the coat, Murong Qiao stretched out his hand to grab it so that it wouldn't fall off, and then couldn't help but think of the ti he swore he had caught a cold before, so he coughed lightly to relieve the embarrassnt in his heart.
"Then I also—" Mu Zhe, who was standing next to him, saw Huo Yichen like this, and imdiately wanted to go.
As a result, Ain reached out and stopped him, "I'll just go, just wait."
She spoke very little, and what she said was brief, and she stepped out before she could finish her words.
"...Oh." Mu Zhe replied disappointedly.
This combination of cold and hot made Murong Qiao take a few more glances.
Although they haven't known each other for a long ti, Murong Qiao can also see that Ain has a cold personality, and seeing Mu Zhe is so enthusiastic, he imdiately outlined the love between the two in his mind.
"You, what are you looking at for?" Mu Zhe noticed that Murong Qiao was looking at him, and imdiately took a step back to distance himself.
Murong Qiao was amused by his swift action, "I just think you guys are funny."
"Interesting...?" Mu Zhe was confused by this adjective for a mont.
He looked at himself, "But Ain always says I'm boring."
"Then she is probably duplicity." Murong Qiao chuckled.
Although the person looks aloof, according to her observation, Ain's gaze towards Mu Zhe does not an disgust.
Ain scratched his head, quite puzzled. "That's it..."
While the two were chatting, Huo Yichen walked back from the director's side first.
"Let's go, go back and rest." He walked to Murong Qiao's side.
After taking the plane and filming the show again, Murong Qiao, who had really tossed all day, did feel a little sleepy after dinner, so after nodding in agreent, he proposed to Mu Zhe next to him. bid farewell.
The rest place booked by the program group is a B&B hotel, which is also the best one in the town. It only takes about 20 minutes to walk back from the shooting location.
Murong Qiao, who had just finished dinner, had no objections. He should go for a walk and save himself from getting fat.
As the dusk has sunk today, gradually falling into the night, the sky smudged with ink has also beco mysterious.
Seeing the occasional twinkling of stars above his head, Murong Qiao rarely relaxed his body, exhaled slowly, and dispelled his recent fatigue.
"It's been a long ti since I've been so leisurely." She said softly.
The recording of the show is over now, and the evening break is also a private ti. If there is no special session, naturally there will be no filming.
Huo Yichen held Murong Qiao's hand, not forgetting to slow down. "Then co out more."
"The company will never collapse without you. I hope to marry you ho and let you be my Mrs. Huo in peace, so I don't have to worry about it."
He said what was in his heart, but turned around at the end of the sentence. "It's a pity that I can't restrict the bird to fly high and pursue the blue sky she deserves."
"Why? Sudden art?" Murong Qiao was amused by what he said.
She laughed so that her shoulders trembled a little, because the windbreaker jacket couldn't stop slipping down. Fortunately, Huo Yichen was always paying attention, so he put it on her again at the first ti, fearing that it would fall off again, so he asked Murong Qiao to put it on.
"Your clothes are so big." Murong Qiao waved his empty sleeves.
The windbreaker that was obviously worn on Huo Yichen's body was very slim and decent, but it was empty and lost its shape when it was on her, and it looked extraordinarily wide.
After Murong Qiao finished speaking, he suddenly beca interested again, jumped two steps forward, stepped on the stairs by the side of the road and stood one step above, looking down at Huo Yichen.
"It's a bit like a child who steals an adult's clothes." She comnted on herself.
Huo Yichen stood in place and looked at her. The place where the two of them were walking happened to be a park, and there was a warm yellow street lamp beside them.
The angle from bottom to top has a completely different aning.
Huo Yichen narrowed his eyes slightly, and felt that the warm yellow light had speckled spots, falling sporadically on Murong Qiao's hair and face, as if a beautiful and soft filter was applied, making people look good a bit.
Of course, she is the prettiest, Huo Yichen thought to himself.
Murong Qiao wanted to say sothing else, but he slled a fragrance first.
She moved the tip of her nose, then looked in the direction of the sll, and saw an old man selling sugar paintings at a roadside stall.
"Achen, let's go over there and have a look." Murong Qiao suddenly beca interested.
She has heard of sugar painting, but after thinking about it carefully, she really has never tasted it.
Huo Yichen nodded along with her, "It's up to you."
"Boss, how do you sell sugar paintings?" Murong Qiao walked over and asked.
The old man seed to be in his fifties or sixties, and his face looked quite energetic. After hearing Murong Qiao's question, he looked up at the two of them, and stretched out his hands to count.
"Twenty-one."
For this skill that practice makes perfect, and few people are willing to learn it patiently, the price is not expensive.
"Can you draw him?" Murong Qiao pointed to Huo Yichen beside him.
The old man glanced at Huo Yichen, "You are so handso."
No matter how fine the sugar painting is, there is a limit to it. The old man who thinks he is a good crafter will not be sure when he ets Huo Yichen.
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