We all know that you can't drive while drunk, but who the hell is so smart to say that you can't work while drunk?
Assistant Huang maintained his composure, looked her straight in the eye, and asked, "Who said that?"
Chen Yun faced him head-on, not at all nervous, and pointed at himself with his slender index finger. "Chen Yun said so."
Everyone...
Thanks to Shen Yun's eloquence, although he didn't escape death, he managed to secure four straw hats for several people.
The production team had really intended to have them work in the scorching sun at around 1 p.m.
The old lady's wheat fields were not very busy in April, but she had some spare land, and on the dam, she had sweet potatoes planted, so now was the time to transplant the seedlings.
I saw four people each find a stick that suits them, and under the leadership of the old lady, they carried it to the dam beside the river in the east.
At the same time, the program team released a nearly half-hour video showing several people driving electric tricycles from far away.
Yesterday, Chen Yun’s remarks about the sponsor brought heat to the program team. In the evening, Xia Yan’s response to fans caused quite a stir. The program team simply struck while the iron was hot and broadcast the scenes of several people settling into their homes.
Director Guo's variety show has been trending these days, but I don't know what it's called. If anyone knows, please help me out.
[hip kick]
[It seems to be called "I'm Coming"]
[Hahaha, what a quacking young master!]
[I’m a fan, I’m a fan. Who is this? Not only does he praise my idol, he also makes his fans so happy!]
[The person above, please wake up. Look at your master, he's been busy and exhausted, not only doesn't he feel sorry for her, but he was bought off with just a few words.]
[It's okay, he's young, he deserves it.]
Xia Yan's fans are called Sushi, which means longevity. The fans follow the real person. The real person is an unreliable person, and the fans are also generous, as long as everyone is happy.
[The joyful army has arrived! Come and watch.]
[Good fortune to come and watch, my dream lover is here!]
As a new artist, Chen Yun has emerged and attracted a group of passers-by fans without any foundation.
[What are Chen Yun’s fans called?]
[It’s time to indulge, indulgence is the most wonderful!]
[Good luck?]
[Lucky +1]
[Good Luck Plus]
[+Good Luck!!!! ! !]
[Commercial warfare often takes simple and unpretentious means...]
Without Shen Yun's knowledge, her fan name "Good Luck" was spread out through the fast network line.
The real people were bending over and working hard in the fields, and fans were going wild in the comment section.
The afternoon sun was too bright, and the temperature difference between morning and evening was so great that people were sweating profusely.
Two people were turning over the seedlings in front, and two people were squatting on the ground pulling weeds in the back.
When he was halfway through his work, Chen Yun stopped, holding his waist. Without caring about his image, he sat down on the ground, took off his straw hat and fanned himself with it. He said with despair, "My waist is broken."
Qi Huan understood this well. Although her family was not rich, she had never done farm work since she was a child. This was the first time in her twenty years of life.
Several people rested on the side and drank water and milk provided by the program team.
Everywhere you look, it's green.
When the wind blows, the wheat rises and falls like waves in the sea.
"Kid, how can you have a waist?" Fu An added casually.
With a "puff", the water in Xia Yan's mouth spurted out, and he choked twice. He looked at Fu An with disdain, "Please consider the feelings of us bystanders. How can a child have a waist? Whose child is this big, 1.6 meters..."
Chen Yun corrected him righteously, "1.672 meters, thank you."
The person concerned is obsessed with height.
“It’s called a childhood knife.”
Children don’t have waists.
Shen Yun took out his phone, took a picture of the sweet potato, and sent it to someone.
And the caption: The vines that are turned over are not vines, they are vines that miss you.
At first glance, it seems to be a flirtatious remark, but in fact it has a bit of a scary tone.
The more Shen Yun read these words, the more he felt that he was clever. "Come, let me show you a paragraph. Can you guess what it means?"
Qi Huan, who was sitting closest, took a closer look and said aloud, "The rice seedlings I turned over aren't rice seedlings, they're "missing you rice seedlings"? Is that a homophonic pun or interjection? "Missing you."
Fu An took a look and fixed his gaze on the three consecutive characters "yang". He felt that the frequent appearance of this word must have a special meaning.
"I want to learn from it." After seeing it, Xia Yan thought it was great and immediately took out his mobile phone, took a photo of the sweet potato field, and posted a status.
After Shen Yun's repeated persuasion, the last seedling was changed as a sample.
The sweet potato vines that are turned over are not vines, they are because I miss you.
He still thought that the original seedlings were the best, but he couldn't understand why Chen Yun was so determined not to let him use them.
The three people didn't understand the joke, but people thousands of miles away could see the innuendo in it at a glance.
seedling.
The man in the car glanced down at the message, a hint of danger in his eyes.
On the day of Qingming Festival, he went to the People's Cemetery to visit his mother who had passed away many years ago. He just wanted to know one thing: why did they treat him like this? Even though he had grown up and could make the wind and rain, he still felt resentful.
And Chen Yun barged in rashly, carrying an umbrella with impure intentions.
When going down the mountain, someone hid from the rain under an umbrella. Chen Yun felt that the person had hit her sore spot, so she successfully shut the person up with a word of anger.
Only dead people can cause trouble.
From the first picture of the grave, to the weird look of a chicken at noon, to the vines now, everything shows that she is looking forward to his death!
Zhou Wang sneered coldly. If his wish could come true, the world would have been in chaos long ago.
He rubbed his left hand's fingertips, as if savoring the memory.
He never said that he really liked her pitiful look that night, with her watery eyes slightly red, angry but not daring to speak, so angry that she had to submit to him and act obedient.
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