Even if the relationship between Lu Ruman and Zheng Yu seems sweet, you and me, but that is just an illusion that only exists on the Internet.

The two have long had no feelings for each other offline.

"I didn't give you any wine, and drinking at night is not good for your stomach." Zheng Yu explained.

After all, they are also people who have lived together for seven years, and the two are almost as familiar with each other as family.

It's a barrage, and there are more words about the strange aura of the two.

- How do you feel that Ruman and Zheng Yu are weird, I can't say it

- Maybe I'm tired, after all, I just finished the live broadcast before I came to shoot the show

——Can you still be tired when the pot and bowl are full of money?

- That also requires energy, and doesn't Ruman also want to make their lives better......

The barrage of objections passed in a flash, and then it was drowned in it by many fans, and it failed to make a little wave.

Live streaming is a new way to make money recently, in a sense, it is either to give benefits to fans, or to treat fans as leeks.

And Lu Ruman is actually the one in the back, using the fans he and Zheng Yu have accumulated over the years to bring goods to cash through live broadcasts, and others who make money are all blushing.

Dinner was a little episode.

The program team didn't make it difficult for everyone in this place, and the mini-games were mainly based on small fights between couples.

After a meal, the most tacit couple is naturally owned by Murong Qiao and Huo Yichen.

Lu Ruman misremembered the allergy deduction points, and Ain misremembered Mu Zhe's preference to deduct points.

As for Zuo Qing and Yue Ziyu, it is completely because both of them can't get used to each other, and they choose tastes that they don't like each other very much.

"This is the end of tonight's mini-game, and the guests will be invited to come and get their room cards later so that they can rest." Director Yuan Qing informed everyone.

Huo Yichen naturally undertook this task, "I'll get it later, you wait for me here." ”

He explained, and did not forget to take off his windbreaker and coat and put it on Murong Qiao.

The temperature inevitably drops at night, and if you don't pay attention, you can catch a cold.

Feeling the residual temperature of the owner on the coat, Murong Qiao reached out and tugged it so as not to fall down, and then couldn't help but think of the time when he swore that he had a cold before, and couldn't help coughing lightly to relieve the embarrassment in his heart.

"Then I'll too-" Mu Zhe, who was standing next to him, saw Huo Yichen like this, and immediately opened his mouth to go.

As a result, Ain stretched out his hand to stop him, "I'll just go, wait." ”

She spoke very little, spoke briefly, and stepped out before her words fell.

“…… Oh. Mu Zhe replied in frustration.

This combination of cold and hot couldn't help but provoke Murong Qiao to take a few more looks.

Although they haven't known each other for a long time, Murong Qiao also saw that Ain was a cold character, and seeing Mu Zhe so enthusiastic, the love between the two was suddenly sketched in his mind.

"You, what do you think I'm doing." Mu Zhe noticed that Murong Qiao was looking at him, and immediately took a step back to distance himself.

Murong Qiao was amused by his quick move, "I just think you guys are funny. ”

"Interesting......?" Muzhe was momentarily puzzled by the adjective.

He looked at himself, "But Ain always says I'm boring. ”

"Then she's probably duplicitous." Murong Qiao chuckled.

Although the person seemed to be quite cold, according to her observation, the kind of gaze that Ain looked at Mu Zhe did not mean disgust.

Ain scratched his head, quite puzzled. "That's ......"

While the two were chatting, Huo Yichen walked back from the director first.

"Let's go, go back and rest." He walked over to Murong Qiao's side.

It's a plane again, it's a show, and Murong Qiao, who has really been tossing for a day, is indeed a little sleepy after eating dinner at this time, so he nodded very approvingly, and then said goodbye to Mu Zhe next to him.

The rest place booked by the program team is a B&B hotel, which is also the best one in town, but it takes about twenty minutes to walk back from the filming location.

Murong Qiao, who had just finished dinner, had no opinion, he should take a walk, and he would lose weight.

Today, the color has sunk and gradually fallen into the night, and the sky stained by ink has become mysterious.

Seeing the few stars above his head occasionally light up and flicker, Murong Qiao rarely relaxed his body and slowly exhaled a breath, dissipating his fatigue in recent days.

"It's been a long time since I've been this laid-back." She whispered.

At this time, the recording of the program is over, and the evening break is also a private time, and if there is no special link, it will naturally not be filmed.

Huo Yichen took Murong Qiao's hand and didn't forget to slow down. "Then go out for a walk."

"The company will not collapse without you, I hope to marry you home, and then let you be my Mrs. Huo in peace, and save yourself those worries."

He said what was on his mind, but at the end of the sentence he turned around. "It's a pity that I can't restrict the bird from flying high and pursue the blue sky she deserves."

"What? Suddenly engaged in literature and art? Murong Qiao was amused by what he said.

Her shoulders trembled a little with laughter, because the windbreaker and jacket couldn't stop sliding down, but fortunately, Huo Yichen was always paying attention, so he put it on her again for the first time, and he was afraid that it would fall off again and let Murong Qiao wear it.

"Your clothes are so big." Murong Qiao waved his empty sleeves.

Obviously, the windbreaker that was worn on Huo Yichen's body was very slim and decent, but when it came to her, it was empty and lost its version, and it looked extraordinarily wide.

After Murong Qiao finished speaking, he suddenly became interested, jumped two steps forward, stepped on the stairs on the side of the road and stood on it, looking at Huo Yichen condescendingly.

"It's kind of like a kid stealing an adult's clothes." She evaluates herself.

Huo Yichen stood there and looked at her, the place where the two of them were walking now happened to be a park, and next to it was a warm yellow street lamp.

From a bottom-up perspective, there are some very different meanings.

Huo Yichen squinted his eyes slightly, and felt that the warm yellow light had spots, and it fell on Murong Qiao's hair sporadically, and his face was plated with a beautiful and soft filter, which made people look a little better.

Of course, she was the best-looking, Huo Yichen meditated in his heart.

Murong Qiao wanted to say something, but his sense of smell was one step ahead of him and he smelled a fragrance.

She moved the tip of her nose, then looked in the direction where the smell came from, and saw an old man selling candy paintings on the side of the road.

"Achen, let's go over there and have a look." Murong Qiao suddenly became interested.

She'd heard of sugar painting, but when she thought about it, she really hadn't tasted it.

Huo Yichen nodded along with her, "It's up to you." ”

"Boss, how do you sell sugar paintings?" Murong Qiao walked over and asked.

The old man looked like he was fifty or sixty years old, and he looked quite energetic on his face, and after listening to Murong Qiao's question, he looked up at the two of them, and stretched out his hand to compare them.

"Twenty-one."

For this craft, where practice makes perfect, and no one wants to learn patiently, this price is not too expensive.

"Can you draw him?" Murong Qiao pointed to Huo Yichen beside him.

The old man glanced at Huo Yichen, "It's too handsome." ”

No matter how fine the sugar painting is, there is a degree, and the old man who thinks he has good skills will not pack a ticket when he sees Huo Yichen.

(End of chapter)