To put it mildly, Fu Mo still didn't follow Zhuang Jin to the hospital, but went to the pharmacy to buy two bottles of medicinal oil for bruises, and didn't even buy vegetables, so he went straight home.

"Can you do it alone?" Zhuang Jin handed the medicinal oil to Fu Wei and asked uneasily. With her delicate and weak appearance, she must have shed tears again when she rubbed herself.

"Yes, you can."

No, you don't come and help me.

Fu Wei glanced at the camera with a resentful look, and slowly returned to the room with a pout.

She is really unfavorable today, she went to the supermarket and encountered a rare discount, and the aunt who was hit has not apologized!

As soon as Fu Wei entered the room, he couldn't wait to pick up his clothes and turned his back to the mirror on the dressing table to check the injury.

Sure enough, there was a large bruise. A blot similar to a cuboid is engraved on the skin, which is slightly hideous compared to the original skin tone.

Damn, so ruthless, no wonder it hurts.

The rain in July came and went, and the next day it cleared. The program team moved the task to the outdoor - the playground again.

Fu Wei got into the car with his lower back, and as soon as he sat down, there was a can't help but gasp.

"Is your back still sore today?" Zhuang Jin looked distressed, and asked again with a void ring around Fu Wei.

The injuries on his body are not as serious as Fu Wei's, and after rubbing it yesterday, it is not good, only a faint stinging pain, which is nothing to a big man like him. It's Fu Wei, the little princess raised in the greenhouse, who may not be able to stand it.

"Fortunately, I just moved too much, so it hurt a little," Fu Mo touched her lower back, shook her head slowly, and saw that Zhuang Jin's face did not ease a little, and she hurriedly said: "You see that when I went downstairs this morning, it was nothing, but the movement was too big." ”

Zhuang Jin still looked at her suspiciously, staring at her for a long time before turning his face sideways, "I know you didn't have anything to do this morning." ”

As soon as he saw Fu Mo in the morning, he asked about the injury, and Fu Mo was like this at that time, telling him that he was fine, but now he is not holding his waist and inhaling.

"But I also know that you were in bed all afternoon yesterday."

After Fu Hui went back to the room yesterday to see the injury, he applied a little medicinal oil to himself indiscriminately, and began to lie flat on the bed. Not to mention lunch, even dinner was put off and not eaten.

Fu Wei moved her lips, lowered her head and did not speak. I don't know if it's her delusion, she always feels that when she speaks now, the back of her waist hurts together, and even inhales a faint pain.

[Ten miles of red makeup dream: Looking at Sicily, the injury seems to be very serious, why don't you rest at home, and I didn't go to the hospital yesterday, let's go to the hospital for a check-up.] ]

[Meng Bu leaves you: Sicily should have signed a contract with the program team and couldn't leave, after all, this live variety show only has seven days, and a delay of one day is one-seventh less. And she's still half a traffic pillar, and she is seriously injured when she checks it out... Understand? ]

[Running for 30,000 miles: I suddenly feel so sorry for Sicily, I still insist on recording the show when I am so seriously injured, which is much better than some artists in the entertainment industry who have been slashed by a knife. ]

[Xihuan you: So my sister is considering making her debut? ] I'm willing to crowdraise funds to send my sister to debut! ]

[Bald Jack: Upstairs I can't help but think too much, even if Sicily debuts, she can't look down on the money we raised, on the contrary, she doesn't necessarily have to post the lottery upside down.] ]

Brother Meng now attaches great importance to Fu Yuan, and has arranged a lot of water armies in the live broadcast room, responsible for giving Fu Mo a rhythm, and striving to bring netizens to the road to support Fu Tao's debut.

Coupled with Fu Hui's true colors, netizens in the live broadcast room were not only distressed by Fu Fu, but also secretly looked forward to Fu Fu's debut.

[Executor, why don't you rest at home?] ]

Fu Wei's injury is not light, but it is not serious, according to the understanding of Fu Wei in 1973, she should not still record variety shows.

After all, its executor is a lazy cancer patient.

"Do you think I'm particularly weak, strong, and distressing now?"

1973: [I'm not human, I don't think.] ]

Fu Mo laughed and said his plan: "You know, people just can't help but feel sorry for the weak. Seeing me like this, netizens will only feel distressed and even pity me, so that my strong and unremitting character will not be able to stand up soon? ”

"Zhuang Jin's image as a victim last year has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, if I don't want to maintain a good character, it is inevitable that some Huangquan passers-by will still support Zhuang Jin."

After all, there is such a thing as brain-dead powder, which is blindfolded and thrown away with her brain, if she doesn't have the upper hand in the hearts of passers-by, won't she be abused by Zhuang Jin's brain-dead powder?

Today's task should be decided by the assistant director, who has always been at the forefront of provoking trouble and watching dramas, seems to have discovered the difference between Ren Yueyin and Zhuang Jin, and began to use Ren Yueyin to create hot spots of contradictions.

“… Today's event only has two words for teaming - 'two', as long as there are two people at the time of the event, you can team up at will. ”

After the assistant director finished speaking, he glanced at Fu Wei meaningfully, when the rich little princess faced the squeamish bag, I don't know who will win?

As expected, as soon as the assistant director's voice fell, Ren Yueyin immediately came to Zhuang Jin's side and asked in her usual tone of action: "Brother Zhuang Jin, can you take me to the merry-go-round?" No one went with me..."

didn't care at all about Li Shuai, who was thrown aside by her.

"Don't you have Li Shuai? You can come with him," Zhuang Jin refused coldly, and asked Fu Wei again: "What do you want to play?" ”

She wanted to play a game of lying corpses.

"I don't know, you decide," Fu Wei frowned, looking at Zhuang Jin with dependence, reluctance and a little pleading.

In the face of such a Fu Tao, Zhuang Jin's heart softened. He walked over to the bulletin boards that stood everywhere in the playground and looked through the tables on which the playground's activities were listed.

Haunted houses? Fu Wei is timid, no.

Roller coaster? Fu Wei is timid, no.

Dodgem? It's too intense, Fu Wei has low back pain, no.

In the end, Zhuang Jin's gaze fixed on the four words, he returned to Fu Wei's side, and proposed: "Let's go on the merry-go-round?" ”

"Okay," Fu Wei frowned, and walked side by side with Zhuang Jin towards the merry-go-round.

Ren Yueyin and Li Shuai were in the same place, looking at each other unpleasantly.

"Hey, let's go ride the merry-go-round too," Ren Yueyin raised her head and looked at Li Shuai with a reluctant look on her face.

Li Shuai pinched the frame with his fingers, lifted the glasses up, looked in the opposite direction from Fu Yu and said, "I want to go to the haunted house." ”

Ren Yueyin wants to pester Zhuang Jin? Dream.

Not to mention that he is dissatisfied with Ren Yueyin, Ren Yueyin's attitude towards Ren Yueyin is enough for him to hate Ren Yueyin countless times.

He is now out of favor with Ren Yueyin, and he likes Fu Yueyin's people instead. As a fan, how could he let Ren Yueyin ruin her relationship with her idol?

Even if she can't get along with Fu Wei, she has to be happy, it doesn't matter if she knows what he does or not, he pays silently.

"You!" Ren Yueyin was extremely angry, and she stomped her feet in anger.

Isn't this person a fan of hers? How do you go against her everywhere?

I'm afraid it's not a fake fan?

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