Chapter 20 The Strongest Son-in-Law in the City
After that, the people in front all knelt on one knee, clenched their fists and pressed them against the ground in a gesture of submission, and shouted in unison:
"Mr. Long invites you two!"
This overwhelming force almost scared Si Qian.
Before she and Pei Li could react, they were pushed by a group of people towards the innermost office.
Pei Li tugged at Si Qian's sleeve in the corridor and reminded her:
"They should be NPCs from the program team."
Si Qian raised her eyes and saw the program team's logo on the clothes of several people.
After passing through the retro corridor, we entered the office of the legendary General Long.
The man sitting on the throne at the top turned around. He had a slicked-back hair, wore a suit and vest, and had an unshaven beard. He sat there and looked at Si Qian calmly.
This is probably the uncle generation that is popular in the entertainment industry. He looks quite handsome, but he is old.
The NPC below reminded: "Hurry up and salute our boss!"
After hearing this, Si Qian did not shy away from the other person's gaze, and even went forward to greet him, bowing to the man and loudly introducing herself:
"Meet the Dragon King!"
"I am Ultraman Tiga!"
The vintage crystal chandelier overhead flickered, and the man's face was hidden in the darkness. He then looked at Pei Li and asked, "Who are you?"
Pei Li glanced at Si Qian, and the wife followed suit and bowed, answering:
"I am the most powerful son-in-law in the city!"
[I am Mixue Ice City Peach Sijichun!]
[I am Boya Juexian, the daughter of Overlord Tea Princess]
My grandma always slaps Zhao Zilong!
[Boss Pei loves her so much that he even came to live with her.]
…
[A bunch of psychopaths, they made me laugh for no apparent reason.]
The man pressed his hands: "My name is not Dragon King."
Si Qian also understood and immediately changed his words:
"May I ask Mr. Long's name?"
"Boss Long."
“…”
She listened again in disbelief.
very good!
Si Qian took a deep breath:
"I mean what you should call me."
"Just call me President Long."
Just when Si Qian was about to lose her temper, Pei Li pulled her close to his ear.
"Is it possible that his surname is Long and his given name is Mr. Long?"
“…”
"Were you the one shouting on the mic just now?"
President Long spoke, staring at Si Qian with his sharp eyes like an eagle.
Si Qian said stubbornly, "It's me."
Unexpectedly, Mr. Long suddenly slammed the table and stood up:
"Great! Can you sing?"
"Won't."
Mr. Long's younger brother put a stack of money on the table.
"What now?"
Si Qian felt his blood burning, his whole body boiling with excitement:
"From today on, I will replace Fu Xiao as the king of Chinese pop music!"
President Long waved his hand and took out what Si Qian and Pei Li wanted most, which was the information about the prop owners scattered among the NPCs by the program team.
"Today, as long as you make my guests happy, I will give you what you want!"
"No problem, leave it to me!"
After returning to the dance floor, Si Qian snatched the microphone from someone else and rushed onto the stage himself.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!"
There was a burst of cheers from the audience, one after another, as if they had accidentally entered a primeval forest.
"Next, I'll bring you an impromptu rap!"
Pei Li, who was standing nearby disguised as a telephone pole, handed over the microphone piously.
Si Qian stretched out his throat and spoke confidently:
"I am a woman, and my mother is also a woman!"
"My dad is not a man! My mom is a boss."
"I earn tens of thousands a year working, but I don't understand why!"
…
The audience was completely silent.
[No, even getting out of bed to poop is more exciting than this!]
["What Defines My Parents' Gender?", "Entertainment Rap"]
【Are you chatting with me? 】
[Read me your bank card number and password later.]
My face is round, my butt is flat, my face and butt are square, I put my butt on my face, and my face on my butt.
[Stop laughing, this is your English composition.]
At the end of the song, the bar was empty, the boss collapsed, and the security guard fell down with his philtrum pinched.
Si Qian and Pei Li were grabbed by the collar and thrown out.
But thankfully, they got the clue.
From the clue fragments, we can know that the owner of the prop has a scar on his eyebrow.
After changing positions, the two of them looked for the next NPC.
During the trip, the two of them passed by the tasting area of the cake stall, where a rich milky aroma mixed with the sweet aroma of cake hit their taste buds.
Si Qian, the greedy ghost, was tempted again and couldn't walk anymore.
When Pei Li turned around, he saw Si Qian already holding a fork and preparing to start eating.
Before the food reached his mouth, Pei Li rushed over and stopped him. The man said in a serious tone:
"Don't eat it! There's a bomb!"
Si Qian's hand shook, and the cake fell into the trash can next to him.
She became nervous and looked around with increased vigilance, thinking that the program team had set up some obstacles and Pei Li had discovered them.
She clutched her chest with lingering fear:
“There’s a bomb in the cake!?”
The man pursed his lips, and the corners of his mouth tightened again. His usually indifferent face took on a rare seriousness.
"Yes, caloric bomb."
“…”
“…”
Si Qian tightened her grip on the fork and elbowed Pei Li in frustration.
"Are you fucking sick?"
The cake flew away from my mouth!
The man who originally intended to tease Si Qian suddenly covered his chest, bent over and groaned when he caught a glimpse of the figure in the corner.
Seeing this, 1748 immediately offered advice: [Host, be a little more careful, Li Chuanze is nearby!]
"clear."
Seeing that he looked uncomfortable and it didn't seem fake, Si Qian was frightened and thought that he had beaten him to a point where he was sick.
She hurried to help Pei Li: "Are you okay? Are you okay?"
Brother, please don't get hurt. I can't afford to compensate you for your worth!
Si Qian screamed wildly in his heart, deeply regretting why he didn't use enough strength just now.
The man who was half leaning on Si Qian took advantage of the situation and put the entire weight of his upper body on Si Qian, but Si Qian was completely unaware.
"It's okay, just a little chest pain."
[Boss Pei, you're ready for some tea!]
[Boss Pei, you have money and good looks, so why do you care about your boss? I won't allow it!!]
[Could it be that the production team deliberately paired Mr. Pei and Si Gou to create a CP? ]
[Teacher Strong, hold on tight. I'm a fan, so I'll run first!]
[Even passersby fans should run away first. I can't scold the Yichuan Shanyue CP fans! You should take the damage first!]
…
She pushed the huge thing on her body and helped the other person sit on the sofa in the rest area next to her.
But Pei Li leaned against her like a boneless person, and even pulled her hand to press it against his chest. When he raised his eyes, his misty eyes pierced her heart, touching the softest part of her heart, and his tone softened:
"It hurts, press it..."
He has been training hard for several years to get in shape, and he doesn't believe he can't get her!
As the culprit, Si Qian didn't dare to say a word. He pressed down hard with his palm. After all, the chest muscles were really nice to touch.
“What are you two doing!?”
On the left, the furious Li Chuanze saw the two of them cuddling together, and his teeth were about to break.
Si Qian!
Doesn’t she love herself the most?
"What the hell? Can't you see I'm touching his pecs?"
Pei Li raised his middle finger provocatively in a blind spot where the camera couldn't see him, and mouthed the words:
Idiot!
Li Chuanze was about to go crazy, pointing at Si Qian:
"Can't you see he did this on purpose?"
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