Bai Xiang stared at Si Mingchen in a daze, almost thinking there was something wrong with his ears.
Before participating in the variety show, he had been following this reality show. Like most netizens, he was very sure that Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi were fake. Si Mingchen's purpose of participating in the variety show was just to promote the company. After all, Si Sheng's good stock market trend in the past month was obvious to all.
Now Si Mingchen actually admitted in person that he and Wen Zhi were married?
Bai Xiang glanced at Sang Qi awkwardly, and seeing that the other party had a gloomy expression and did not show any surprise, he realized that this matter was no longer a secret.
"So that's how it is."
Bai Xiangpi gave a fake smile, picked up the juice in front of him and stopped discussing the matter.
If someone said that Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen had something going on, he could still believe it, but the fact that Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen were married was something he couldn't believe no matter how loudly he was told.
Since the two are already married, why have Wen Zhi's resources been mediocre over the years, or even worse than his?
Or does Si Mingchen not want to take care of these things?
Bai Xiang looked outside in disappointment, thinking that he had made a mistake in participating in the dating variety show this time.
...
...
Si Mingchen is not single.
He begged his father for a long time before his father agreed to get him a guest spot.
I should have filmed two more movies earlier.
Jiang Xingnan looked at Bai Xiang's annoyed expression and quietly assessed Si Mingchen, with surprise hidden in his heart. I thought Wen Zhi and his girlfriend were dating, but I didn't expect they were already married.
Sang Qi clearly knew all these things, but he insisted on letting him pester Si Mingchen. If he agreed, what would be the difference between him and a low-moral mistress who breaks up other people's marriages.
I don't like anyone here except Jiang Xingnan and Simingchen. There was still half an hour left before the recording. He stood up and walked toward the fountain outside: "I'll be back in 20 minutes."
Jiang Xingnan nodded, and his eyes met Sang Qi in the air.
Sang Qi stared at him: "Are you familiar with Song Chengyu?"
Jiang Xingnan responded without further explanation.
On the other side, Wen Zhi was carrying her schoolbag and walking happily with Song Chengyu.
The photographer hadn't started the camera yet, so Wen Zhi didn't have to worry about the audience and asked Song Chengyu questions as he pleased.
"Teacher Song, when will your movie "Wormhole Adventure" be released? Will you go to the premiere?"
"Were you tired when you went to Hollywood to work hard?"
"If possible, could you give me an autograph?"
Song Chengyu had a good temper and agreed one by one: "Of course."
Wen Zhi walked beside Song Chengyu, and his focus was actually on the fact that the other party did not lie about his height. He couldn't help but think of the incident many years ago when Song Chengyu was slandered by his teammates for using height-increasing insoles.
Song Chengyu's shoes were very low, and Wen Zhi could tell at a glance whether he was wearing height-increasing insoles. The other party's net height should be about the same as Si Mingchen.
Song Chengyu noticed Wen Zhi was looking at him and asked with a smile, "What's wrong?"
Wen Zhi thought about it and told Song Chengyu about the height-increasing insoles.
Song Chengyu laughed dumbly: "Do you still remember this?"
Wen Zhi nodded: "He slandered you, I will blacken him for the rest of my life."
Song Chengyu looked at Wen Zhi, his eyes tinged with tenderness: "These are all old things. We were very young at that time and didn't know much."
Wen Zhi nodded: "Okay, I forgive him."
The check-in location in the afternoon was a nearby cabin, which had a very large oven that could make handmade pizzas.
Their menu is very special, all written on a mahogany sign with a bell tied to the bottom and hung on the edge of the window. When the wind blows, the bell sounds clear and very pleasant.
The live broadcast has started.
After Wen Zhi and Song Chengyu entered, they asked the owner, "Can we take the pizza away?"
The shop owner replied, “Of course.”
Wen Zhi smiled: "Do you have tuna flavor?"
Shopkeeper: “Yes.”
Soon, the two sat in front of the oven and began to learn how to make pizza. At first, Wen Zhi thought the production steps were very simple, just sprinkle cheese and fillings on it and put it in the baking pan, but when the chef brought the pizza dough, Wen Zhi realized that he still had to knead the dough.
Wearing a chef's hat, Wen Zhi learned to make the pizza dough in a serious manner. The dough for pizza is different from the dough for making buns at home. It needs to be kneaded and pressed repeatedly with a lot of force.
Song Chengyu looked at Wen Zhi's slender arms and asked, "Do you need help? I'll knead the dough and you put the fillings in."
Wen Zhi smiled awkwardly: "No, kneading dough is tiring, let's share the burden."
Song Chengyu smiled gently, feeling that Wen Zhi's speech and behavior were very much like that of an eighteen or nineteen-year-old child.
[Wen Zhi must be feeling sorry for his idol. ］
[I want to see Sisi and Wenzhi. ］
[Although Song Seung-woo is handsome, I don’t think they are a good match. ］
[Baby Wen, have you forgotten about Mr. Si? ］
When putting the fillings on, Wen Zhi put some tuna and squid. Seeing that he put a lot, Song Chengyu asked casually, "Does Xiao Wen like seafood-flavored pizza?"
Wen Zhi shook his head: "Sisi likes it, I want to bring it back to him."
Song Chengyu: "Okay, if that's not enough, there's more here."
The pizza was about to be put into the baking tray, but Wen Zhi's right hand was always deliberately covering something, so the camera couldn't capture it.
Finally, while he stayed there for two seconds, some sharp-eyed netizens discovered that Wen Zhi actually used the squids to form a heart shape.
[Ahhhh, Wen Zhi really loves Si Mingchen the most. ］
[I can do it again! ］
[Sure enough, Baby Wen likes Mr. Si the most. ］
[Sven CP stands up! ］
[Wen Zhi’s treatment of Mr. Si is indeed different. ］
[Uh, maybe this pizza is for Song Chengyu, don’t be in a hurry to avoid getting embarrassed. ］
Due to time constraints, Wen Zhi could only make one pizza. When he took out the steaming seafood pizza, he quickly packed it in a paper box to prevent everyone from seeing the surprise he had carefully prepared for Si Mingchen. Little did he know that netizens had already seen through his thoughts.
Song Chengyu's pizza was of Italian sausage flavor. Wen Zhi smelled very good and felt a little greedy.
Carrying the pizza he was going to take back for Si Mingchen, he hesitated and wanted to take out a corner to try it, but he also wanted to take the whole pizza back. He could only drink a glass of lemon juice and eat some free cookies to barely fill his stomach.
Seeing this, Song Chengyu shared his pizza with Wen Zhi: "Take yours back to Mr. Si, and we'll eat what I made."
Wen Zhi's eyes fell on the sizzling red sausage and he swallowed his saliva: "No, no, no."
He felt a little embarrassed to eat one portion and take one portion, as if he owed Song Chengyu something.
Song Chengyu used a knife and fork to share the triangle with Wen Zhi: "Eat it while it's hot. We'll have enough energy to walk back after we finish eating."
The aroma of pizza kept coming into his nose. Wen Zhi was tired after a whole day and had not eaten lunch. Finally, he could not resist the urge and started eating it with his hands.
"It smells so good." He couldn't help but sigh.
Song Chengyu held the fork, then put it down, and picked up the pizza with his hands like Wen Zhi.
The two chatted as they ate, and soon a twelve-inch pizza was finished.
With a bulging stomach, Wen Zhi wrapped the pizza in her coat, looking very happy, and even walked with more energy than before.
Song Chengyu followed Wen Zhi and asked in a gentle voice, "Have you communicated with Mr. Si in advance? What if he has eaten dinner and has no appetite for the pizza you made?"
Wen Zhi said carelessly: "It doesn't matter, you can put it in the refrigerator and eat it tomorrow."
Song Chengyu looked at his heat preservation measures: "It won't taste good if it's left overnight."
Wen Zhi: "It's okay, Sisi won't mind."
Wen Zhi's words made Song Chengyu very curious about the relationship between him and Si Mingchen. Having lived abroad for many years, he didn't know much about the domestic entertainment industry, and his understanding of this program was just a temporary make-up lesson before the recording.
He could feel that Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen had a special relationship.
In the inn, the guests were sitting around on the sofa chatting. Except for Wen Zhi and Song Chengyu, everyone else had arrived.
Suddenly, footsteps were heard in the courtyard. Si Mingchen's calm eyes began to ripple and he looked outside.
Wen Zhi appeared at the door and said in a full and vigorous voice: "We are back."
Bai Xiang looked at the two of them and smiled: "It seems that Xiao Wen and Teacher Song are having a good time."
These words were clearly meant for Si Mingchen to hear.
Si Mingchen did not take his eyes off Wen Zhi, but the expectation in his heart was somewhat diminished.
After a moment, he stood up, turned around and prepared to leave alone.
"Si Si, where are you going? We went to bake pizza today." Wen Zhi picked up the pizza box and ran to Si Mingchen like he was offering a treasure. "Tuna flavor, your favorite."
Si Mingchen took it: "Thank you."
Xie Jing joked at this time: "Do we have a share of the pizza made by Xiao Wen?"
Wen Zhi looked at the pizza hesitantly, trying to get away with it by not answering the question.
He is just stingy and doesn't want to share his love pizza with others.
Song Chengyu came to his rescue at this moment: "There shouldn't be any for you. Xiao Wen couldn't bear to eat it after she finished making it, so she brought it all the way back."
Si Mingchen touched the pizza box and found it was still warm. His expression eased a little. He reached out his hand to Wen Zhi and felt it was cold: "Why are your hands so cold? Aren't your clothes thick enough?"
Wen Zhi clenched her fists shyly: "Yeah."
Si Mingchen sat back on the sofa and asked Wen Zhi to sit next to him.
The fresh mint scent surrounded them again, and Wen Zhi felt very comfortable. He leaned his head obediently in Si Mingchen's arms, feeling a sense of belonging, like a released dove finally returning home.
The validity period of CP exchange is one day, so the game should be over.
No matter how attractive your idol is, he is not as attractive as your husband.
Watching everything, Song Chengyu sat opposite and smiled faintly.
Sheng Bai, Xie Jing and others didn't know the true relationship between Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen, and they couldn't help but admire Wen Zhi's professionalism. If you don’t know, you would really think that Wen Zhi likes Si Mingchen because of that shy little look.
Bai Xiang crossed his legs and became more and more curious about the marriage between Si Mingchen and Wen Zhi. He secretly asked his father's assistant to investigate Wen Zhi.
After the filming, the guests prepared to return to their respective rooms. Sang Qi acted out of character at this moment and hurried out to answer a phone call.
"What's wrong with you? You appeared on a variety show and actually made the company's reputation worse and worse. Because of you, our food processing group has been greatly affected. Sales have plummeted this month!"
Sang Qi was indignant: "You are looking for the marketing and advertising departments to blame for the group's sales plummeting. Why are you looking for me?"
Sang Qi's father, Sang Yue, yelled, "Your image in the variety show is bad. When you search online, you will see all negative comments. Even our food processing brand has become a hot topic because of you, and everyone is complaining about the taste."
Sang Qi took a deep breath and said, "It's not up to me to decide what netizens think. It's useless for you to get anxious with me."
Sang Yue covered his chest, speechless after being rebuked by Sang Qi. Finally, he could only say sternly: "Ming Chen's appearance on the variety show made Si Sheng's shipbuilding and car-making quality widely known, and the stock price soared. You are on the variety show and only embarrass the company. I tell you, if your image is still so bad, you should not come back to work in the company, and everything in the company has nothing to do with you anymore!"
With a "click", the phone was hung up.
Sang Qi took a deep breath, threw his phone twenty meters away in anger, and kicked the fence hard.
Si Mingchen, it's Si Mingchen again.
Since he was a child, his parents only compared him with Si Mingchen and never encouraged or praised him.
Is he really that unbearable?
Sang Qi's face darkened and he yelled.
Jiang Xingnan, who was in the dark, saw this scene and slowly stepped back, but accidentally stepped on someone's foot.
In the darkness, Song Chengyu said in a low voice: "Are you okay?"
Jiang Xingnan quickly turned around and said, "Sorry, I stepped on your foot."
Song Chengyu: "Are you scared?"
Jiang Xingnan shook his head: "No." When talking to Song Chengyu, he kept his eyes down and did not dare to look him directly.
"When did you return to China?" The two of them had been friends for half a year, so Jiang Xingnan still asked to be polite.
Song Chengyu is about 1.9 meters tall. Even when he leans against the wall with his long legs slightly bent, there is still a certain height difference between him and Jiang Xingnan.
He looked at Jiang Xingnan: "Three days to go back home."
Jiang Xingnan said in a low voice: "It's getting late. I'm leaving first."
Song Chengyu: "The floor at the door is slippery, be careful."
…
Here, Wen Zhi returned to the room, took a shower, put on only a top, and happily put the pizza in the oven to heat it up.
Si Mingchen didn't eat dinner, so this could be a perfect midnight snack.
When Si Mingchen came out of the bathroom and looked around for Wen Zhi, he found that the other person was as white as a peeled egg, reflecting light, and standing in the kitchen with a swagger, without any scruples.
Wen Zhi's ** today is Ultraman's, with two lumps of flesh trembling with his movements.
Si Mingchen was very curious about where Wen Zhi bought these childish things from. They were so rustic and cute.
Looking back on the past four years, Wen Zhi's daily outfits were very exquisite. Even the style and color of his socks had to match his pants. He was very picky. Wen Zhi would rather die than wear such a thing.
Si Mingchen really wanted to take a picture of this scene and show it to him after Wen Zhi recovered his memory.
He thought so and did so.
Realizing someone was taking a picture of him, Wen Zhi turned around abruptly, and when he saw it was Si Mingchen, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why are you secretly filming me? You're not expecting me to become famous and then blackmail me into doing something for you, are you?"
Si Mingchen walked slowly with his long legs, held Wen Zhi in his arms from behind, and his palms fell on the white and soft waist.
"Blackmail you into doing something? Can you list what I can blackmail you into doing?"
Wen Zhi cut the pizza into ten pieces and said seriously, "For example, you want to tie me to your side and never leave me, or you want me to pay the public grain ten times a month and punish me if I don't."
Si Mingchen lowered his head, and the porcelain-white skin was right in front of him. It was delicate and smooth under his palms, and the desire that had been suppressed for a long time was ignited like a small flame.
"The pizza smells so good, did you and Song Seung Woo make it?"
Si Mingchen did not continue the topic.
Wen Zhi: "I made it myself. How can I let someone else make the love pizza?"
“Pizza with love?”
Wen Zhi showed the heart on the pizza to Si Mingchen: "Dang dang dang! Are you surprised?"
Si Mingchen looked at the clumsy heart made of squids and smiled softly.
He held Wen Zhi in his arms, stroked Wen Zhi's back, and rested his chin on his neck: "Sorry, Zhizhi."
Wen Zhi was confused: "Why apologize?"
Si Mingchen stopped explaining and hugged Wen Zhi tighter. Perhaps this apology came from the fact that he was jealous for no apparent reason during the day. Now that he calmed down and thought about it, his behavior during the day was indeed childish.
Wen Zhi pondered for a moment and seemed to understand where Si Mingchen's apology came from.
Wasn't that a clear hint he just gave?
Si Mingchen felt that he could not complete the target of ten times a month so he apologized to him.
Wen Zhi put his arm around Si Mingchen's waist and said generously, "It's okay. I'll wait for you. Let's take it slow."
Si Mingchen noticed that the two of them seemed to be no longer on the same wavelength, and stared at Wen Zhi for a moment: "Let's eat pizza."
The two talked a lot that night. Wen Zhi also told Si Mingchen why he chose the entertainment industry.
It turns out that Wen Zhi's mother Chen Mengxin was once a popular actress in the entertainment industry. She fell in love with Wen Qishan at the peak of her career. For Wen Qishan, she even gave up her bright star path and her beloved acting career, and retired behind the scenes to take care of her husband and children.
During the years when she was not working, Wen's mother used her free time to write scripts. She wanted to wait until Wen Zhi grew up and returned to the entertainment industry so that she could make the unfinished script she and her friend had written into a movie.
Unfortunately, Wen Zhi's mother died of illness when he was still in elementary school.
Wen Zhi actually has little interest in the entertainment industry, but in order to perform the script written by her mother, she has been working hard to learn acting skills, and wants to set up a professional team to shoot when she is qualified to act.
But Wen Qishan did not support this matter, and was even very opposed to Wen Zhi entering the entertainment industry. Although Wen Zhi could not remember the relevant memories, he could also learn some from other channels.
Qingwan told him that four years ago, before he married Si Mingchen, his resources were very limited, he was obviously suppressed, and he could only play supporting roles.
Now that I think about it, it must be the work of Wen Qishan.
After listening to this, Si Mingchen felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart. This feeling came from the sense of being trusted, which made him feel the reality of their love for the first time.
Wen Zhi had never told him these things before.
Si Mingchen hugged Wen Zhi and said, "When does Zhizhi want to film the script?"
Wen Zhi: "Let me practice my acting skills. After the recording of the show is over, I want to learn from the teacher."
Si Mingchen nodded: "Okay, then during this time, I will help you set up a film team."
Wen Zhi raised her lips and pretended to be reserved: "I don't need your help. You are so busy at work, how can you have the time to help me set up a film team."
Si Mingchen: "It's okay. Si Sheng hasn't been involved in the entertainment industry for so many years. This can be considered as expanding the business."
Wen Zhi was very happy, but at the same time she despised herself, thinking she was just a useless little husband who relied on her husband for everything.
Looking at Wen Zhi's changing expression, Siming tapped his forehead: "What are you thinking about?"
Wen Zhi: "I think I'm just a lazy person."
Si Mingchen smiled and said, "Don't be a parasite. I am only responsible for producing this movie. Whether it can make money depends on your ability. The most important reputation is also determined by you."
Wen Zhi suddenly lost confidence in himself: "Can I act well? Almost all of my past twenty movies have failed."
Si Mingchen: "If you don't try, you will never be able to act well."
Si Mingchen's words ignited Wen Zhi's competitive spirit. He kicked the quilt away, climbed up the tatami in front of the bay window solemnly, opened the script and prepared to memorize his lines.
Looking at the bright moon, Wen Zhi's blood boiled. It was as if he would be a superstar in the universe tomorrow, and with a wave of his hand, he would give Si Mingchen 100 million pocket money and let him spend it as he pleased.
Wen Zhi wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes and recited the entire text from the first page.
Si Ming silently looked at the clock which had already reached midnight. He reluctantly stood up, carried Wen Zhi back and threw him on the bed.
"Close your eyes and go to sleep."
Wen Zhi shyly covered herself with the quilt, then smiled gently and took off her underwear meaningfully.
"I'm used to **, remember to cover me with a blanket at night."
Si Mingchen: “…” Got it.
A few hours later, daybreak arrived.
Wen Zhi narrowed his eyes and looked around for the Ultraman mask. After searching for a long time, he finally found the one he was wearing.
After dinner, Wen Zhi was extremely sleepy, and he and Si Mingchen were called by the program crew’s loudspeaker to gather in the living room.
Their recording location today is outdoors, and a second group vote will also be conducted.
Whether Wen Zhi can continue to live in the luxurious penthouse tonight depends on his performance today.
Sang Qi looked listless, with dark circles under his eyes. That damn place on the first floor is not a place for people to live at all.
But he should be able to get away with it today.
Just now, the assistant has informed him to prepare 1 million votes, which will be cast in batches.
Sang Qi reminded his assistant that these votes should not only be cast for him, but also for everyone except Wen Zhi and Si Mingchen, because the result he wanted today was not just for him to get first place, he also wanted to see Si Mingchen get last place.
The venue has been arranged. It is located in a deep valley in the forest and has many outdoor challenges.
Everyone can play the game freely and get points for completing each challenge. Before 5 pm today, the combination with the highest points can get 500,000 additional tickets.
As flying guests, Song Chengyu and Bai Xiang can interact with every guest without pairing or voting, and can also give their points to other guests.
Wen Zhi was more interested in bows and arrows, and quietly asked Si Mingchen: "Si Si, can you shoot?"
Si Mingchen pursed his lips: "Yes, but I'm not wearing glasses."
Si Mingchen has slight astigmatism in his eyes. Normally, he doesn't have any problem not wearing glasses when doing other things, but shooting sports cannot be done without glasses.
Wen Zhi: "I remember that you were the flag bearer of the sports meet and you shot down the opening banner with a bow and arrow. It was so cool. The whole playground was full of your fans."
Si Mingchen smiled faintly: "Really? Then you——"
Before he could finish his words, Wen Zhi beside him had disappeared.
"Wow, you're amazing."
Si Mingchen turned around following the sound and found that Wen Zhi had run to Song Chengyu's side at some point and was watching Song Chengyu shooting arrows without blinking.
Song Chengyu held a bow and arrow in his hand, with a straight back and an upright posture, giving him the heroic demeanor of an ancient knight.
"Thank you, Xiao Wen. Do you want to try it?"
Song Chengyu handed his bow to Wen Zhi: "Be careful not to get hurt."
Wen Zhi shook his head: "I don't know how, I'll see if it's okay."
Song Chengyu was about to speak when the sound of an off-road motorcycle suddenly sounded around them.
Wen Zhi turned around and found that Si Mingchen had put on a helmet and gloves, riding an off-road motorcycle in the jungle.
The surrounding branches and leaves were blown up by the crazy wind. Si Mingchen was wearing a black windbreaker today. His long and straight legs were resting on the tall off-road motorcycle, and he could control it perfectly. He looked like a mysterious man flying in the dense jungle.
Wen Zhi's attention had been completely drawn, and he suddenly found archery boring.
He unlocked a new skill for his dear husband.
very nice!
Other guests were also attracted.
As off-road motorcycle is the most difficult event, the program team thought that no one would challenge it.
I didn’t expect Simingchen could actually ride.
Ten minutes later, Si Mingchen stopped at the starting point, which was around the archery range.
He took off his helmet skillfully, stretched out his long legs, and looked at Wen Zhi.
Wen Zhi's eyes froze for a moment, and she smiled shyly.
He understood what Si Mingchen meant.
So, Wen Zhi coughed twice, then happily came over with a new helmet, ready to sit on the back seat of the off-road motorcycle and let Si Mingchen take him for a ride to feel the cool feeling.
"I'm leaving now, you guys continue playing."
When talking to other guests, Wen Zhi had a somewhat cocky tone and trotted over to Si Mingchen.
"Sisi, can I sit on your motorcycle?"
Si Mingchen looked at Song Chengyu in the distance, then looked at Wen Zhi: "No."
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