The whole audience, including the dealer boys, was stunned.

The two had a lot of trouble, and even almost quarreled in the end, but in the end they found out that they were a group of people, and the undercover agent was Jiang Ling!!

"You, you, you, you, you're undercover??" The man stammered, unable to speak, and pointed at Jiang Ling, "You are the undercover agent?!" ”

"Wait......" the little girl fell into memory.

There was silence in the air.

Everyone thought about it carefully.

I thought about it very seriously.

Finally, it suddenly turned out that it seems, seems, probably......

Jiang Ling has always described cars.

So the question is, why did the program team put the words car and mother-in-law together.

Song Chunshen looked at the mother-in-law in her hand, and saw the big words written on her hand - car.

The shock jumped on the page.

"You can win it!" She let out a genuine exclamation.

It's truly impressive.

"It's kind of a blast." The teenager gave such an assessment.

Netizens were very happy to watch, they were from God's perspective before the game started, and they already knew that Jiang Ling was holding a car in his hand.

So it's not too shocking right now.

[Sometimes I really want to see this scene with my own eyes, and I'm really curious about what Jiang Ling's brain circuits are. 】

[I don't know if her brain is caught by the door, or my brain is caught by the door, in short, I think our mental state is the same flat]

"Since we've won, let's go first." Jiang Ling waved his hand and quickly left the venue with Song Chunshen.

The photographer followed, quickly pushing the machine outside.

A few people in the back were stunned and watched Jiang Ling, Song Chunshen, and the photographer pushing the live broadcast machine equipped with wheels push the door out.

……

There was a lot of laughter and laughter in the morning's activities.

Of course, this laughter mainly refers to netizens.

The staff who participated in the event, as well as the photographers, witnessed the strength of this mother-in-law and daughter-in-law in the morning.

For example, in the Monopoly competition, Jiang Ling won all the buildings in the field and built a lot of houses, while Song Chunshen grabbed a hand of money, and the two quarreled over which was more important.

The poor staff could only look at the bank and didn't know what to say.

and in the paper-cut window flower challenge, Song Chunshen quickly cut out a large number of delicate window flowers, which made everyone unreachable.

Who would have thought that these two mothers-in-law and daughter-in-law were incompatible before, and they fought wildly as soon as they met, and now they still have these skills, and everyone expressed their shock.

By the time noon was almost over, there were not many stars left.

Jiang Ling and Song Chunshen counted the number, and after knowing that they were not at the bottom, the two of them were rotten.

"Success comes from the hard work of the day after tomorrow, so I will be here today and dismiss!" Song Chunshen sent out his own wretched quotations.

"Do more wrong, do less wrong, don't do good! I've worked hard enough today, take a break. Jiang Ling expressed great admiration for her thoughts.

"Teacher Jiang really doesn't work hard anymore! I think there's still a lot of room for improvement! "The photographer wanted to encourage two lazy people.

Jiang Ling shook his head, "It's good to be worthy of yourself, and leave the rest to retribution!" Touch the fish man, touch the fish soul, touch the fish party for the master! ”

Photographer: "......"

However, at this very moment.

Tao Lian slowly appeared from the other side, "Teacher Jiang, can you come with me?" It's Brother Zhanyu who is coming to see me! ”

Jiang Ling was paralyzed on the sofa motionless, "What? Are you afraid of him? Come and see you want to invite me? ”

"No wonder Mr. Jiang's reputation in the circle is so bad, Brother Zhanyu has told me several times, we are true love, you don't want to occupy the magpie's nest!"

Jiang Ling slowly raised her eyelids, and her tone was oppressive, "Little girl, it's not more than three." How many fathers do you dare to talk to your sister like this! ”