Thinking that the last time he came to the game city was a long time ago, Murong Qiao's eyes couldn't help but light up.

Huo Yichen saw through her mind at a glance, "Which one do you want to play?" ”

"I'm an adult now." Murong Qiao looked at him and smiled smugly.

"Of course I want them all!"

In front of Huo Yichen, Murong Qiao can unscrupulously throw away the maturity and stability in the company, hold a cup of game currency, and stand in front of the crane machine to realize the freedom of catching dolls.

Huo Yichen originally had some other arrangements, but seeing that Murong Qiao was having such a good time, it was the other party who acted recklessly, just standing next to her, and cheering with the other party from time to time because of a little victory.

It's just that not everyone can relate to this overly joyful holiday atmosphere.

When encountering a festival like Qixi Festival, many variety shows naturally seized such an opportunity, planning to come up with some game links related to Qixi to rub off on the popularity of the festival, and also to create highlights for the show.

"When the time comes, you will play games with the female guests, by the way, don't be so cold, everything is easy to say!"

The scout who poached Nan Jin into the company last time was asking Nan Jin on the other end of the phone.

"Besides, you haven't participated in it once, so it's familiar, so there shouldn't be any other problems." The scout was very relieved that Nan Jin.

Nan Jin was sitting in the car of the "Spring Rest Peach" program team at this time, holding her mobile phone and talking to the scout on the phone.

Since the last time "Spring Rest Peach" was very popular, and the response from the audience was also very good, the chief director has been thinking about preparing to shoot the second season.

Therefore, as a guest in the first season, Nan Jin was naturally invited, after all, his cold and handsome image still captured the hearts of many little girls before, so his popularity is not low.

Nan Jin casually answered and ended the call, and then glanced at the people in the car.

After not seeing the person she wanted, Nan Jin retracted her gaze in disappointment.

"I'm sorry for the delay, I'm a little late—" A female voice came from the car door.

Nan Jin turned her gaze almost the moment the voice sounded, but after seeing the face of the girl who came in through the car door so unfamiliar, she retracted her gaze very indifferently and turned to look out of the window where there was nothing.

"Now that we're all here, we're ready to go." The filming staff shouted.

The car started slowly in the sound of the staff's explanation, and then Nan Jin's ears rang with the staff's introduction to the rules of the show.

But at this moment, he couldn't listen to a word, and his thoughts flew and became aimless.

There is no sister.

He realized it.

Nan Jin's eyes dimmed a lot because of this, but when he thought that he had no intention of agreeing to come to record the show before, but he was able to meet his sister, he felt that he was lucky enough.

The reason why Nan Jin agreed to the talent scout to come to this episode of the show again was just because she wanted to meet Murong Qiao.

But now that he saw the guests arrive, he never saw the figure he was most familiar with, and the little ripples in Nan Jin's heart finally returned to calm.

"Hello? Let's get to know each other. Suddenly, a girl sat down next to him, who should be his partner today.

But Nan Jin has no intention of filming the show now.

The people who thought of Murong Qiao were not only Nan Jin, but also the other two brothers of the Nan family, Nan Xuan and Nan Hao.

It was dinner time in the evening, and Nan Xuan and Nan Hao were sitting on the sofa together, watching the program broadcast on the TV hanging on the opposite wall.

It was the first season of "Spring Rest Peach".

Now I don't know how many times it has been replayed, but with its good popularity, it still occupies the evening time slot and has become one of the programs that people watch when they eat.

And Nan Xuan and Nan Hao almost pinched the broadcast time of the program every night, and they would squat in front of the TV on time to watch the broadcast of the program.

Even if there were advertisements during the period, the two were reluctant to take their eyes off and stayed motionless on the screen, for fear that they would miss any shots about their sister.

Most of the two were silent when they watched the show, and only when Murong Qiao came out would they cheer up and be extra focused.

"Envy Feather...... Also one of Jojo's older brothers? Nan Hao looked at the very handsome envy on the screen, and his eyebrows were faintly wrinkled.

In addition to concentrating on school these days, he didn't pay attention to other places, and naturally he didn't know who the people in the Murong family were.

"Hmm." Nan Xuan responded coldly.

Don't look at his flat face, but after seeing the various interactions between Xian Yu and Murong Qiao in the show, there is also a little bad feeling in his heart, and he has a different mood.

He was originally a little envious of Nan Jin being able to be on the show and get close to his sister.

It's just that after seeing the intimate actions between some brothers and sisters between Xian Yu and her sister deliberately amplified by the chief director, the uncomfortable feeling in my heart became more and more intense.

Nan Hao's heart also didn't feel much better.

He looked at the second brother's empty room, and thought of the other party's move to participate in the second season of the show, and suddenly asked uncontrollably.

"Big brother, do you think the second brother will meet his sister again?"

Only this time the question was not answered immediately.

Nan Xuan ate the rest of the rice in his bowl almost in silence, and then got up.

“…… I don't know. ”

After he gave such an answer, he returned to his room almost without looking back, and as soon as he closed the door, he cut off the sight that Nan Hao had followed.

It would be nice if he were Nan Jin.

Nan Xuan had such a thought in his heart for no reason, and remembered the wrong things he had done to his sister.

Even though it is now, despite knowing that the rift between them and their sister can no longer be repaired, back to the beginning.

But Nan Xuan occasionally comes up with such unrealistic fantasies, fantasizing that he and Murong Qiao can go back to the close brother-sister relationship a long, long time ago.

And Nam Ho, who was sitting on the sofa in the living room at this time, was the same.

“…… Jojo. He stared at the TV screen, shouting a salutation that overlapped with the voice of Xian Yu on the TV.

It's as if he's calling his sister.

When he should have apologized before, he had already decided to put the matter to a complete end.

But after that, whenever he saw his sister's face on the screen, on TV, or heard other people talking about Murong Qiao's voice, Nan Hao would always subconsciously shift his attention.

It was a completely knee-jerk reaction, and he didn't have time to control it at all.

Nan Hao stared at Xian Yu and Murong Qiao, who were talking and laughing on the screen, and suddenly there was an emotion called envy in his heart.

He is not as good at hiding his emotions as Nan Xuan, but the more he thinks about it, the more uncomfortable he feels.

So Nan Hao took out his mobile phone, found the chat box of the second brother, and sent a message to the other party.

[Second brother, have you met your sister? 】

A line of words was deleted, deleted, and reduced, Nan Hao wanted to say a lot, but after thinking about it and deleting it, he only asked such a sentence.

After the message was sent, Nan Hao stared at the screen of his phone.

It wasn't until the screen-off time automatically set by the system started that I persistently pressed it again, but I didn't get a response after waiting for more than half an hour.

When the broadcast of "Spring Rest Peach" ended this night, Nan Hao couldn't stay up and lay on the sofa on his side until he fell asleep and didn't let go of the mobile phone in his hand.