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The brazen Xiao Huang was shy for the first time in his life, so he angrily walked away with the daughter-in-law he was looking forward to, his ears were red and his heart was beating, and he stared obsessively at the figure that he had been looking for for for an unknown amount of time.

After solving his son, the head of the Xiao family returned to the study, and sure enough, he found that a document appeared on his desktop, and by the edge of the window, a transparent man covered in books stood quietly.

He looked back: "Qinghuan." ”

"Xiao Huang."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

"It's a pleasure to work with."

"Sister Shang, can this peacock be eaten?"

"You try."

Cheng Feng shrank his head, withdrew his salivating gaze, sat down beside his brother honestly, and grimaced when Shang Luo turned around.

Then, his grimace froze comically.

Cheng Yun didn't look back after seeing his brother's bad behavior, patted his head with the book, and followed his brother's gaze, he paused for a second, his body stiffened, the corners of his mouth twitched and slowly turned back to his neck, stuffing himself with a piece of white sugar.

Tong Youfeng, who was sitting on the side, rolled his eyes: "Stupid, big brother, you are treating this as a cake." She subconsciously raised her head, and caught a glimpse of which direction Chengyun had a frozen expression, and then she patted her forehead and stuffed a piece of white sugar in her mouth.

Shyly and timidly, Sun Feibai sat opposite several people, looked at the distorted expressions of Tong Youfeng and the Cheng family brothers in horror, shrunk, and hid to Fang Sijia, who was tied and ponytailed.

Fang Sijia, who was still happily eating dessert, looked at their actions strangely, thought about it, and sniffed the smell of the wind vigilantly, then raised her eyebrows and pulled Fang Xie back together.

Fang Xie directly scared off the newspaper in his hand.

Sun Feibai was covered by the falling white paper, he took it off tremblingly, and made up his mind never to look back.

"What's wrong?" Mo Zishu scurried on Xiao Huang's back: "Stupid, Fang Xie." ”

Qi Zixuan, who had already gone around, paused, he dusted his shoulders and didn't say anything, and sat back in his place, and Fang Xie turned his head sharply as if he had seen a ghost.

"You don't have amnesia!"

Demon Venerable didn't have amnesia.

Mr. Fang laughed.

Fang Xie gritted his teeth, slapped on the stool hatefully, and turned his head to look at Mo Zishu suddenly: "He didn't have amnesia!" ”

"yes." Mo Zishu said calmly: "I also just knew, he united Xiao Huang and Luo Yixian to hide from me for a long time. ”

Looking at Mo Zishu's indifferent expression, Fang Xie suddenly deflated, lowered his head and covered his face, and stopped talking dejectedly.

Shang Luo, who didn't know why, sorted out his image, rejected the inexplicable atmosphere of the outside world, and went to salute the head of the Xiao family: "Master of the family." ”

"Hmm" Xiao Huang responded lightly, and hugged Mo Zishu, who was going to the teasing room, back: "Work hard, and take a picture of me and Mr. Luo this time." ”

Luo Yixian stood behind him with an uncertain expression, his chest rose and fell violently for a moment, his ink pupils flickered, and he slowly looked away, and dark red flowed on top of the dark lines, like viscous magma winding above the vibrant ocean.

"Yes." After the head of the family walked all the way with the young lady on his back, Shang Luo didn't dare to have any more questions, and honestly went to inform the staff who adjusted the equipment.

As soon as Shang Luo left, he was about to collapse and didn't want to know more artists and immediately became active, Jiang Caiwei was still wearing her plain long skirt, and spoke softly.

"Miss Mo, what are you filming on this reality show?"