Because of the lunch at noon, Mr. Bai and the others not only finished eating it until almost three o'clock in the afternoon, but also added a little more overeating.

Therefore, at the request of Mr. Bai and others:

It is best to have a later meal in the evening, so at eight o'clock, Song Yong and Cao Dajun drove and arrived at the hotel to pick up their group.

In this way, Teacher Bai and Lin Xiaolu got into the pickup truck driven by Song Yong.

The rest of the film crew squeezed into the very well-maintained Camry car that Cao Dajun deliberately drove over to get the goods.

For this point, Cao Dajun, a big man with his feet, had a sad face......

Starting the pickup truck, Song Yong, Teacher Bai and Lin Xiaolu, the three of them chatted hastily, as if they had a kind word about whether they had a good rest.

The atmosphere in the pickup truck gradually became a little silent.

Song Yong didn't speak, because he was a little apprehensive in his heart, and he really didn't know how to explain to Mr. Bai and the two of them the magical scene in the food stall now.

And Mr. Bai and the others are because of some inconvenient requests in their hearts.

For a while, they didn't think of how to open their mouths and tell Song Yong about these requests.

And just like that, no one had any meaning to speak, except for the radio of the pickup truck and the singing of the local music station.

The phrase 'people have been adrift in Guangdong for ten years' is constantly echoing in everyone's ears.

It wasn't until halfway through the journey that Lin Xiaolu finally spoke up by virtue of her advantage as a young lady:

"Song Yong Oba~ Because when I was chatting in the afternoon, I described the deliciousness of those fruit brews to my sisters on the phone, and now they want me to bring some back for them to taste, so please sell me a few bottles!"

When she said this, the young lady's face was a little pitiful, and she folded her hands and made a gesture of please.

Song Yong, who glanced at the young lady, almost didn't drive the pickup truck to the quarantine belt on the side of the road.

Such an unbearable performance is not that Song Yong is so useless, even if the young lady at this time looks very cute, it basically makes the old man have no resistance.

What really made Song Yong, a young man, so embarrassed was:

It's the first time in his life that he Song Yong has been called 'Oba' so delicately by his sister.

The whole scene is the same as the idol drama of the stick family, when the voice of 'Oba' sounded, Song Yong couldn't help but feel a thrill.

At that moment, the scalp was as intense as if it was about to be overpowered.

It's no wonder that this product is useless, it's really a bit unbearable.

Therefore, Song Yong, who finally relieved himself at this time, hurriedly expressed in his mouth:

"No problem! I'll bring you two jars of fruit stuffed when I leave, and by the way, some other nuts and dried dogs, which are a little gift for Miss Deer. ”

After hearing this, the young lady's face was full of moving colors.

The main thing is that after they return to the hotel in the afternoon, they have a simple exchange.

From the mouth of an expert like Mr. Bai, he knows how rare and difficult that delicious fruit brew is, that is, if they want to pay for it, no one else will be willing to sell it.

Now, not only do we have fruit stuffing, but we also have nuts that are so delicious.

Even if the other meat is jerky, the young lady hasn't eaten it yet, but it's hard to think about the things produced from Song Yong Oba.

At the same time, Mr. Bai, who saw that the young lady had fulfilled her wish, also came to the spirit at this time.

This short and fat middle-aged man also shouted coquettishly: "Song Yong Oba~ Can you send me some kind of medicinal wine, and people who want fruit stuffing, nuts, dried meat or something too!"

Song Yong: "Pigeon kiss rolls ......"

said so, and then Song Yong agreed to Teacher Bai's request.

When the film crew takes the plane tomorrow night and returns to Bangzi's house, whether it is medicinal wine or other small things, they can send some to him.

It's just that in terms of specifics, you can give a little more medicinal wine, and you can only give him a small jar of fruit wine.

After agreeing to the request of the two, I saw the smiles on the faces of the two people.

Song Yong felt that the current atmosphere was good, and he could also open his mouth to give them a preventive shot or something in advance for the waiting scene.

After brewing for more than ten seconds, Song Yong spoke:

"Teacher Bai and Miss Lin Xiaolu, I have something to say sorry to you, because of our negligence, now the news that you came to Shencheng to do the show has spread. ”

"So there are a lot of your fans waiting for you to show up at the food stalls, but you can rest assured, we still have proper arrangements for security work, and your shooting will not be affected too much. ”

Hearing Song Yong's statement, Teacher Bai and the others were relatively calm.

The main reason is that they are public figures, and this is not the first time they have encountered similar situations.

As long as there are enough security measures, they are very understanding, and they will not worry about those fans who will do something out of the ordinary.

Even, they are a little glad that such a thing happened.

Because they felt that in this way, they could bring more popularity to the food stalls, which could be regarded as repaying Song Yong's personal favor for agreeing to give fruit brew and medicinal wine.

It's a pity that they don't know today's security personnel at all, which is a bit out of the ordinary.

"Fawn, fawn~"

"Teacher Bai, look here~"

Many working girls and working girls, as well as the gods who occasionally mixed in with it, roared and moved forward in the face of the young lady and others who came slowly.

Try to get a little closer, and have more intimate contact with this beautiful young lady.

In the small area behind the park, at least 20,000 people are now gathered, as if they had met a huge festival.

Even a large part of them are not really fans of Little Sister.

But what does it matter? For the migrant workers in the surrounding area, today is a rare carnival.

It's a pity that two rows of migrant worker brothers wearing orange and yellow hard hats and old camouflage uniforms form two solid human walls from the entrance of the park to the food stalls.

They are busy on the construction site all year round, but they have a good strength.

In the face of the constant onslaught of fans, they are as immobile as the city wall.

Or rather, they were quite comfortable being hit by some girls.

At this moment, on the surface, the young lady and Teacher Bai who are still smiling and waving around, their hearts are not as calm as they seem.

In the occasional gap, the young lady used a tone full of hesitation to say in Song Yong's ear:

"Song Yong Oba, this is the security officer you are looking for?"

"Yes, don't you think it's good!" Song Yong replied with such a mouth, but unfortunately the confidence was not so sufficient.

There is no way! At this time, in addition to asking Li Erzhu for help, where can he find so many people.

Besides, don't you need money to find so many people?

However, after hearing Song Yong's answer, the young lady suddenly cheered:

"Oba, you are so powerful, you can actually find the army to maintain order, and when you go back, you will definitely make your friends even more envious, so I have decided, I want to sing a song for everyone......"

Twenty minutes later, in the makeshift cleared field.

The young lady in leather pants sang and danced hard, and her explosive figure made Song Yong can't help but look at it a few more times.

Suddenly, he felt a hard twist on his waist.

Looking back, the little anger on Song Yong's face suddenly dissipated like a tide.

Because of the tender meat on his poor waist, it was his own female ticket Wang Xinran who started it, and at this moment, Wang Xinran's delicate little face had two words written in a big way:

Jealous!

"Song Sheng, Miss Xiaolu's long legs in leather pants are thin, long, and really good-looking, right? Don't explain, explanation is a cover-up, I see that your eyes are even a little straight. ”

The strong desire to survive made Song Yong immediately come to a triple attack of denial:

"No, no, that's it! I looked so carefully, I was thinking about the question of whether you would bulge if you farted when you wore leather pants? Besides, I think you must look better in leather pants. ”

The funny answer made the female ticket unable to hold back any longer, she smiled and gently slapped Song Yong a few times.

Then Song Yong could feel that a slippery palm was sent into his palm, and at the moment when the backhand was clenched tightly and the ten fingers were interlocked, the young lady of the stick family became a floating cloud.