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What kind of smell is this?

PD has lived for more than 30 years, and he can tell everyone that he has never eaten such a variety of flavors in his life.

Sweet and sour, full of five flavors, the last thing summed up together is two words: pit dad.

But no matter how uncomfortable he is, he also admires Sika very much, an ordinary egg fried rice can make so many flavors, I don't know how she did it, this taste, I'm afraid that even the gods will burp when they eat it, right?

"Is it that unpalatable?" The girls began to die again, they had been plagued by Sika many times before, and they hadn't learned a lesson, they just forgot the pain of the scar, and they couldn't help it when they saw such a beautiful egg fried rice, and they all took a spoon and scooped it into their mouths, but the next moment they followed in the footsteps of PD, and they all ran to the trash can where to vomit.

Sika's face sank completely, and without saying anything, he walked over to the fried rice, picked up the spoon and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Eh" Sika's face immediately wrinkled, what kind of smell is this?

No, I can't throw up. Sika thought to herself, resisted the urge to vomit, and insisted on chewing with great perseverance, wanting to swallow it in one bite, but in the end she couldn't help it and ran over to join the girls' camp.

"Hey, failed." Finally vomited, drank a sip of water and washed away the strange smell in his mouth, Sika sat on the sofa in the hall without love. Of course, the girls are also lying around her.

Looking at the lunch box on the coffee table, Sika instantly became entangled, this is completely a biochemical weapon, this is not to send happiness, but to send unhappiness, so who to give it to?

Thinking about it, Sika finally thought of a man, this guy is quite familiar with himself, and he has helped himself a lot in the company, or, go to the scourge...... Ah no, it's to give him a thousand dollars of happiness?

After thinking about it, the more I thought about it, the more feasible it was, Sika lay down for a while and got up to greet the PD who also pretended to be a corpse, and came to the S and M headquarters buildings together, so that there was the current scene.

Although Sika usually doesn't show any big or small, but now in the recording, Sika still won't dial Kim Yingmin's majesty, knocked on the door respectfully, and only pushed the door open after getting the answer, first stretched into a small head and looked around, sure enough, Jin Yingmin was still the same, sitting behind the desk and looking down at the information, I don't know if it was pretended.

Walking into the office, Sika saluted slightly: "President, it's me." ”

"Oh? It's Sika. After Jin Yingmin looked up and saw the person coming, he nodded and said hello, but he saw PD and others following behind Sika, and asked suspiciously, "What is this?" Are you filming a show? ”

Sika said: "Yes, president, I have been participating in the happiness of 10,000 yuan recently. ”

Kim Young-min was still a little puzzled: "Oh, then what are you?" ”

Sika said: "Hehe, isn't it time for a thousand yuan of happiness, I think the president usually takes care of our girlhood, so in order to thank the president for his help to us, I specially came to send you a thousand yuan of happiness." ”

"Really?" Jin Yingmin's face was overjoyed, and he stood up and said, "I didn't expect you to have this heart, it just so happens that I'm a little hungry, I don't know what you made for me?" ”

Placing the bento box on the table, Sika said, "Since it's only 1,000 yuan, you can't buy anything expensive, so you can eat it, president." ”

"Then I'll see what's good." Kim Young-min immediately opened the box, and the egg fried rice, which looked very good on the surface, was immediately revealed.

"Wow, it looks delicious."

"Hehe" Sika took a few steps back and said to Kim Young-min, who wanted to start: "In this case, president, you can eat quickly, I still have something to do, so I will leave first." ”

"So fast?" Kim Young-min was stunned.

Sika said: "Isn't it, we only debuted when we were young? I'm going to participate in a show later, and now I'm running out of time, so I'm going to go over right away. ”

"Oh, in that case, you should go first."

"Yes, President, but you have to finish it, I made it with great difficulty."

After speaking, he didn't give Jin Yingmin a chance to speak, and ran out directly.

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"Huhu" Sika leaned against the wall and looked at the camera and said fearfully: "I'm sorry, president, I hope you will be fine, of course, I will pray for you." After saying that, he drew a cross on his chest in a decent way.

pd：“……”

As if he was afraid that Jin Yingmin would find her trouble, Sika took PD and the others out of S and M with a smoke, and was not relieved until he got in the car and started to drive.

looked at the camera and said, "Yes, then, the happiness of a thousand yuan, done." ”

PD: "I don't know what to say anymore. ”

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Then there was nothing, and now that the week was almost over, Sika breathed a sigh of relief, this hellish life was finally coming to an end, don't call her to participate in this show in the future, whoever calls her will be in a hurry.

On the seventh day, the girls prepared a party for Sika to celebrate her liberation, and the girls were even happier than she was.

There's no way, I've been blackmailed by Sika for seven days in a row, and the girls' wallets have long been shriveled, and then they have to rely on Sika's help to live, and even the things for tonight's party are bought by Sika.

And in order to make up for her suffering stomach, this time she specially instructed the girls to pick expensive ones to buy, Han Niu or something is just basic.

After a good meal, Sika touched his full stomach and went to the final challenge location with MC with a satisfied face.

The next step is for the MC to announce the remaining money on both sides.

In the end, Sika's living expenses and phone bills totaled 8,000 yuan, and there were 2,000 yuan left. This made Sika breathe a sigh of relief, leaning back on the quilt chair, looking happily at the victorious face and laughing. This is what she did on purpose, it turned out that the rest of her victory was 1999 yuan, even if he didn't move a cent in the past few days, he couldn't compare to himself, besides, how could it be useless to have a penny?

Sure enough, the rest of the money in Victory was only a pitiful 599 yuan, a new low of happiness of 10,000 yuan, in this regard, Victory could only look at Sika with resentment, and his expression was like saying again: It's all your fault, why do you want to exchange my money.

Sika could only shrug his shoulders indifferently, poor child, you are so funny, sister doesn't pit you.

And the poor victory was also punished by the program team, and it also involved Park Zhengya and him, and the two were almost completely broken by the program team, but Sika was just gloating and smiling on the side, without any guilt at all.

Finally over, Sika sat in the nanny car and said to the assistant who was driving: "Well, you will tell the president later, just say that you don't pick me up for other trips in the next few days, except for the group trip for a short time, I have something to do these days." ”

The assistant was stunned for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Sika Xi, can you tell me what you have to do?" So I'll be able to report some of it. ”

Glancing at him lightly, Sika said: "You just said that I have gained a lot of inspiration in the past few days from participating in the happiness of 10,000 yuan, and I want to retreat for a few days to write songs, and you tell the president that he will know." ”

"Uh, retreat?"

"What, what's the problem?"

"Uh, no."

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