Qiao Yingying only learned that Guan Mufeng had gone to record the show two weeks later. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

At that time, she was cleaning the dust in an empty room when she suddenly received a call from Wu Xiaomei.

"Yingying, go and watch the program of Haicheng TV, your handsome benefactor is on TV!" As soon as she connected the phone, she heard Wu Xiaomei's excited voice.

"Is Mr. on TV?" Qiao Yingying was stunned for a while before she came back to her senses, and hurriedly ran downstairs and turned on the TV.

As soon as she saw the familiar figure on the screen, she couldn't help but exclaim, and immediately covered her mouth and glanced at Guan Mufeng's room.

If you can't let my husband hear it, maybe I won't be allowed to see it. She quietly lowered her voice, moved her body forward, leaned her head closer, and carefully looked at Guan Mufeng on the screen.

"It's exactly the same!" she exclaimed.

"Mr. is so fierce on TV, and he is not afraid of scaring these audiences. After looking at it for a while, she found that Guan Mufeng always had the same expression, and she couldn't help but laugh without smiling.

She moved her gaze to the host next to her, and suddenly exclaimed again.

"It's... Isn't that the pretty sister of that day?"

She suddenly became more interested, sat cross-legged on the sofa and watched the show seriously.

After the previous interview and audience Q&A, there was a lucky draw at the end, where the lucky audience who won the prize could not only receive the prize, but also ask the guest a personal question.

This is a link set up by the column group to cater to the market, no way, ratings are king.

This time, the prize is CEFC's newly listed PAD, and the winner is a female college student. She was invited to the front of the stage and received the prize from Guan Mufeng.

"Congratulations on being one of the lucky spectators of this show, and now you have the opportunity to ask our guests a question, any question you can have. Sun Mo smiled mischievously and handed the microphone to the female student.

There was a burst of coaxing voices from the audience, and the female student blushed and looked at Guan Mufeng, who was standing aside, holding the microphone, and said a little nervously: "I... I would like to ask Mr. Kwan what are his criteria for choosing a mate?"

Although through the TV screen, Qiao Yingying could see at a glance with her experience that Guan Mufeng's face was dark, and she immediately sweated for the female student.

But in the eyes of others, Guan Mufeng's face did not change much, and everyone's eyes on the scene were focused on him, expecting his answer.

Guan Mufeng was silent for a while, and his deep voice sounded in the studio, tugging at the heartstrings of all women.

"I like it, it's the standard. His answer was so simple that it was almost perfunctory, but all the women in the entire studio let out a sigh of admiration in unison, looking at Guan Mufeng's gaze more and more infatuated.

Qiao Yingying pouted, thinking that Mr. is too cunning, this is equivalent to not saying it!

She looked at Guan Mufeng's room, rolled her eyes, suddenly covered her mouth and smiled, got off the sofa, ran upstairs with her slippers, and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

"What's wrong?" Guan Mufeng couldn't help but ask when he saw her confused expression.

"Sir, I went to the supermarket yesterday to buy a toothbrush, and the salesperson told me that there are soft-bristled toothbrushes, hard-bristled toothbrushes, square brush heads, diamond-shaped brush heads, electric toothbrushes, and sonic toothbrushes, and I don't know what criteria to choose. Qiao Yingying snapped her fingers and looked distressed.

What is the problem? Guan Mufeng frowned.

"Then buy them all. "He was patient and offered a solution.

Qiao Yingying shook her head and smiled slyly at Guan Mufeng: "Now I know, what I like is the standard, next time I will buy which one I like!"

Guan Mufeng was stunned for a moment, then his eyes darkened, staring at Qiao Yingying, who was still giggling, and slowly hooked the corners of his mouth.