[Fuck!]
What is Song Lan doing? Proposing?
[I...you...Song Lan...are you really planning on getting married when you're dating?]
[Although it's a bit of a cyborg, Song Lan still has a positive attitude towards relationships. He's in a relationship with the intention of getting married!]
[Other people keep their relationships secret, but Song Lan is talking about love: I want to get married!!! You don't care about your fans' feelings at all.]
He's 29, please. Fans also hope he doesn't die alone and starts a family soon, lest he be caught in a crackdown on pornography.
Jiang Mingxi didn't expect Song Lan to say this.
marry?
He hasn't thought about it yet.
He is only twenty-two.
Seeing the surprise and hesitation in Jiang Mingxi's eyes, Song Lan's heart suddenly sank, and he suddenly thought of Jiang Mingxi's friend who was 25 years old and looked no worse than him.
Feeling a sense of crisis, Song Lan blurted out: "You know what? When you get married, you should find someone older than you. As the saying goes, old men are good, old men are wonderful, old men have minimum living allowances, old men..."
Click.
I can’t go on.
Bai Ge covered his face frantically.
grass!
What kind of idiot is this! How could he become like this after falling in love?
[Hahahahahaha, damn, next sentence, the old man is dead and we can still find him!]
【I've never seen anything so outrageous! 】
[Indeed, I have to go smoke another cigarette, damn,]
[Becoming a fan of Song Lan, is this my doom? ]
Jiang Mingxi burst out laughing, how could it be so cute.
Seeing Song Lan's suddenly frozen face, Jiang Mingxi couldn't help but raised his hand and pinched Song Lan's face, "Old man, there is still old man's fun. Come on, draw the card, old man."
Song Lan wished he could install a time-reversal device for himself.
If God gave him another chance, he would definitely cover his mouth.
Not only did he fail to sell himself, but he also lost face. Song Lan went to draw the card in disappointment.
Draw one——
"Big Dare! Please appoint someone with a two-character name and have them say three words to another guest."
Song Lan was filled with regret. After reading, he turned to the staff and asked, "I also have two characters. Can I choose myself?"
Staff: ...
There is generally no such thing.
But it seems that it is not impossible.
Turning to look at the director.
The director has already given up.
He is a "survival challenge" and he is so miserable now. Can it be worse? Whatever happens!
The director spread his hands and said, "It has nothing to do with me."
The staff member turned around and said to Song Lan: "No!"
Song Lan had thought it all out, and he was ready to say to Jiang Mingxi: I love you.
result.
no?
After pinching the card, Song Lan raised his hand and pointed at Chen Chong, "Then I choose him!"
Zhao Jiayuan immediately went to see Chen Chong.
But Zhao Ke was quick-witted and quickly grabbed Zhao Jiayuan's head, lowering his voice, "Focus on your phone!"
Across the fire, Chen Chong stared at Zhao Jiayuan. From beginning to end, Zhao Jiayuan didn't even look at him.
There wasn't even the look of gloating and wanting to fight him that he had in the past.
The frustration of not being able to reach the bottom made Chen Chong feel that she could not continue recording for even a second.
Are mobile phones that fun?
Still chatting?
Is chatting so interesting?
Do we have to talk about this today?
Furious, Chen Chong said in a very bad tone, "I choose Zhao Jiayuan!"
Zhao Ke quickly lowered his voice and said, "You should look up blankly and pretend you don't know what he said."
Zhao Jiayuan: ...
Woo woo woo.
I'm just a singer, not an actor.
So difficult.
He raised his head slowly and clumsily, with a look of confusion on his face, "Huh?"
Look at Chen Chong.
In the firelight, their eyes met. Chen Chong looked at Zhao Jiayuan's eyes, which were reflected in the firelight, and the anger of grievance almost burst out. "Stop talking!"
He said.
Zhao Ke immediately started to make a noise, "What do you mean stop chatting? Ask Jiayuan to stop chatting with everyone? But I really want to chat with Jiayuan."
Chen Chong pursed her lips.
Stop talking on your phone!
But the impulse only lasted for a moment, and he couldn't say anything more.
Three words, mission accomplished. Chen Chong didn't respond to Zhao Ke's words and looked away.
Zhao Ke immediately tugged at Zhao Jiayuan's arm, "It's a good show, it's a good show. He minds you chatting on the phone. Can you see that? He's so jealous!"
Zhao Jiayuan laughed foolishly.
Chen Chong looked at Zhao Jiayuan, who smiled and then lowered his head to look at his phone. She stood up angrily and said, "I don't feel well. I'm quitting the game. You guys can record it."
【???】
[What's going on with Chen Chong?]
[He's being rude and arrogant. He's not popular with the public to begin with, but his fans are forcing him to be popular.]
[I don't have time to argue with Heizi. I think Chen Chong is a little jealous. Ever since Jiang Mingxi introduced Zhao Jiayuan to her boyfriend, his face has been unhappy.]
He kept staring at Zhao Jiayuan, but Zhao Jiayuan didn't even glance at him, and his expression became even uglier.
[Oh my god, these two are sharing a tent at night, are they going to fight?]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!
[What the hell are you doing, Chen Chong? Let my son go!]
Amidst the screams in the barrage, Chen Chong stood up, walked directly towards Zhao Jiayuan, grabbed Zhao Jiayuan's arm and pulled him up.
Zhao Jiayuan was so startled that he couldn't even hold the phone steady. He shuddered and the phone fell to the ground. Chen Chong suddenly pulled him up and he stumbled forward, "My phone."
Chen Chong is so angry!
You just want to chat?
Are you still thinking about your phone?
He bent down, picked up Zhao Jiayuan's phone, and dragged him away, "The phone is here, it can't be lost!"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content!
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com