The first floor hall.
"Ding ding! Welcome little Prince Fu Zhiming to our humble abode!"
Meng Fuguang and Xie Shiyan held a simple welcoming ceremony with the "banner" they had written before!
Mingming nodded with satisfaction, "Yeah, not bad, not bad! This prince is very happy!"
Meng Fuguang dug out some red handkerchiefs from somewhere, and he and Xie Shiyan each took a pair and swung them in their hands.
"I don't have any talent, so I'll perform a Northeastern Errenzhuan for Prince Mingming!"
BGM starts!
Meng Fuguang twirled the red handkerchief with his index finger, pinched his waist with his left hand, and twisted his body in small steps.
"The first month is also here
The third and fourth day of the first lunar month
Handsome young man Fu Zhiming, please come visit me at my home."
Fu Muchen:?
What the hell is going on! Is this a Errenzhuan?
"I want to dance too!"
Fu Zhiming had never seen such a scene before, and he instantly became excited! He jumped up and joined in.
Meng Fuguang continued to sing:
"Turning around, I called out, 'Wait!
Xie Shiyan, what are you looking at?
Hurry up and deliver the gift to me~"
Xie Shiyan, who was forced to open for business, put down the handkerchief in his hand and placed the airplane model on the table in front of Fu Zhiming.
"Ah! Big airplane! Thank you, Brother Shiyan!" Fu Zhiming hugged Xie Shiyan and was about to kiss him, but Xie Shiyan pushed his face away in disgust. Mingming kissed his hand.
"You two are as close as brothers and will never be separated~
Look at the pair of big geese that Yanyan has named me ~ Hey hey hey ~"
{Hahahahahahahahahaha I’m so excited! Is this sister sick? Hahahahaha!}
{Mr. Yan made me vomit because of his laughter, hahahaha, please don’t come over here!}
{Okay! Overlord Ming vs Overlord Banquet hahahahahahahahahaha!}
{It’s so noisy, help me, hahahahahaha!}
{How could the two of them make such a mess?}
The staff were about to vomit with laughter. It was even funnier when they saw Xie Shiyan, who looked like he had lost all hope in life, and Fu Muchen, who was wearing a mask of pain, up close. Hahahaha!
"Meng Fuguang, you know this is being broadcast live nationwide, right?"
Meng Fuguang was shocked.
"What? Not global?"
There are nearly 10 million people in the country watching her live broadcast? What do these people have to do so early in the morning?
Fu Muchen was silent. It seemed that she really didn't feel embarrassed.
The welcoming ceremony finally ended, and Meng Fuguang and his team received their second task: entertaining guests at noon.
Director Huang even secretly held up a sign to her, telling her to buy her own groceries and cook them herself!!!
The word "self" is circled.
Tsk.
Still want to fool around.
The social gangster Fu Zhiming had no self-awareness at all. In just half an hour, he thought he and Xie Shiyan were good brothers.
"Brother Yan, how do you put these wings together?"
"That's the wing."
"What is a chicken wing? Is this what's on the chicken head?"
"...Those are my tweezers."
"Bad son? My dad always says I'm a bad son. Are you your father's bad son?"
Xie Shiyan was almost annoyed by him and tried to change the subject, "Zhiming... let's play a game."
"What game!" He loves playing games so much!
"This game is called, whoever speaks first is the puppy. Game start!"
Fu Zhiming covered his mouth with his hands. He must win this game!
Xie Shiyan was finally able to quietly complete his puzzle.
Meng Fuguang had no idea what was going on. After saying hello to Fu Muchen, they decided to go to the supermarket together.
Meng Fuguang walked towards the two children, and Mingming waved her little hand to signal her not to come near!
Don't come over here!
Meng Fuguang didn't understand what he meant, so he said, "Prince Mingming, how about going shopping with Auntie?"
"Ah! Aunt Meng lost!"
Mingming is so sad!
"No, this doesn't count. Auntie is not a puppy!"
Xie Shiyan nodded, "Of course, the rules of the game say that it's just the two of us competing, my mother doesn't count, so you get to speak first."
Fu Zhiming admitted defeat, "Okay, then I'll be the puppy."
After understanding the situation, Meng Fuguang felt that the two dolls were like little angels. How nice! How kind!
I really want to take them all home!
{What a sensible baby! I really want to steal them all!}
{I didn’t think Mr. Yan was smart before. Compared with Mingming, I felt that Mingming was just a simpleton.}
{He is so scheming at such a young age, worthy of being the son of Mfg.}
{The truth ahead.}
{That’s enough. Don’t be too sour about the previous part.}
Well, I don’t know why the noise started again on the bullet screen.
Meng Fuguang and his friends had no idea what was going on and set off for the supermarket.
Fu Muchen was driving the car on the road. The two children wanted to sit with Meng Fuguang, so the three of them sat in the back and a follow-up device was set up in the front.
"Mingming, tell Auntie what you want to eat?" Since they are the hosts, they must take the guests' tastes into consideration.
"Chips and soda!"
"I can buy it for you, but you have to tell Auntie what you want to eat."
"......I want to eat hot pot!" Mr. Fu didn't let him eat hot pot, but he was a rebellious person and the more he was forbidden to eat, the more he wanted to eat.
Hot pot, Meng Fuguang asked Xie Shiyan again, "My dear, what do you want to eat?"
As far as Xie Shiyan could remember, Meng Fuguang had never cooked. It would be bad if he made a fool of himself in front of the camera, so he decided to just have hot pot.
"hot pot."
"Okay, two tickets for hot pot!"
Fu Muchen, who was driving in front, spoke silently, "I want to eat Japanese food."
"No one asked for your opinion, eat it if you want or not." Meng Fuguangsi retorted without paying any attention to the camera.
Fu Muchen:......
"Can you please stop treating me like an enemy? Have I offended you?" Fu Muchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
In front of millions of people, without any pretense at all.
"Bao Yisi, who are you? Do we know each other well?"
"Not familiar, so I guess we've known each other for about 5, 6, 7, or 8 months, right?"
However, the recent Meng Fuguang is very different from the Meng Fuguang in his memory who always has a stern face.
"Hello, stranger. Don't try to get close to me. I won't fall for it."
"Really?" Fu Muchen glanced at the rearview mirror and saw that the woman looked impatient.
He deliberately cleared his throat, as if he had just remembered something, "Oh, by the way, what did you want to tell me last time when you asked me to meet you at the coffee shop downstairs from the company? You said thank you..."
"Thank you!" Meng Fuguang sat up straight! "Thank you! I appreciate you!"
"Xie Yu..."
"Ah! Thank you! My friend! It is you who brought me joy, my dearest friend! Fu Muchen!"
Meng Fuguang was so frightened that his soul almost flew away!
She was afraid that Fu Muchen would reveal what happened that day, so she asked the soprano to start talking nonsense!
"Listen to me, thank you! Because of you, the four seasons are warm. Because of you! How beautiful this world is! Ah! My good friend! Fu, Mu, Chen!"
The lollipops in Fu Zhiming's hands fell.
"Auntie, is this poetry recitation?"