Linglong and Linglang's second program was broadcast at 0:05 Beijing time. They wore bright red festive skirts and sang "You Are the Most Red" in Cantonese. After singing, they also said a New Year's greeting in the language of each ethnic group.
Phoenix's second show was more relaxed, but its ratings were higher than the first. It was said that many people in Guangdong Province turned on the TV specifically to watch their performance.
"I'm not lying to you. My grandparents would have gone to bed early at this time, but they insisted on watching Linglong and the others' show before going to bed." "My grandma is the same. She keeps talking about Linglong and Linglang every day and wants a granddaughter like them. Please, I want a sister like them too."
"We rarely watch the Spring Festival Gala at home because we don't have the tradition of making dumplings together, but for Phoenix, we turned on the TV for the first time."
"The highest ratings! Longbao and Langbao, you are your mother's pride!!!"
"I am a Hui people. Linglong speaks very standard Hui language. It is very friendly."
"Although most of it was said by Linglong, you've worked hard, Linglang, learning so many foreign languages, haha." "Laughing is a good thing, old fans all know that Linglang's language talent is not very good." "Don't laugh, our Linglang got a top two in Mandarin."
"We were still outside at this hour, setting off fireworks and having a barbecue, with our phones on, waiting for their performance. After the singing was over, the party was about to leave, so we went back home to charge our phones and grab the red envelopes."
"I'm from the south and don't really like watching the Spring Festival Gala. I don't understand the funny parts of those skits. They make dumplings every year, but this year they finally did something innovative." "You didn't pay attention. There was also making dumplings. A pregnant young mother was busy in the kitchen alone with a smile on her face. A whole room of people were waiting outside, but she didn't even wait for her to eat. What a happy family! (How horrible! How can this not be considered innovative?)"
"I can foresee your most popular scenes being played all over the streets tomorrow. Oh, it's past twelve o'clock, during the day."
Linglong and Linglang went to the Phoenix super topic for a stroll. The little feathers were actively doing data and posting beautiful photos of their idols late at night. It can be seen that they were really happy.
The two sisters felt extremely embarrassed when looking at those flattering quotes, so they went to ten fan groups and gave them red envelopes totaling 500,000 yuan.
This incident became a hot search in China in the early morning. Those who got the red envelopes laughed, while the fans who were unaware of the situation cried.
Because of this, Shi Xirou was mocked by Changsun Wuyou by sending a message saying that "employees are more generous than the boss."
Shi Xirou also regretted not being in the fan group. How many red envelopes would they have gotten? Why didn't they tell her beforehand when they sent out red envelopes? It felt like she had missed out on a hundred million. Ugh.
【Don’t be sad, I’ll send you one. 】
Shi Xirou happily waited for the arrival of the big red envelope.
"888.88? Wangwang, did you accidentally put an extra decimal point?"
[I didn't hit more, this is the number. If you don't want it, I will.]
"I want it! Thank you, Wangwang! This is my first red envelope this year. I'm so happy. I love you. Come out soon so I can kiss you to death."
WW: …
After a while, Wangwang sent another red envelope with the value "" to Shi Xirou. He didn't speak to her for a few days, and she probably went to another host's place.
At exactly 0:00 local time, the drowsy Shi Xirou received a red envelope from Rong Jian, the amount of which was exactly the amount that Changsun Wuyou had drawn.
RJ. : "Shixixi, Happy New Year."
Shi Xirou accepted the red envelope and gave him the same response in return.
Xixi laughed: "Thank you, Happy New Year to you too."
RJ. : "Changed your nickname?"
Xixi laughed: "Hmm, I'm very happy today. I'm going to sleep now. Good night."
In a room on the same floor, Rong Jian deleted the original conversation and replied "Good night".
He clicked into the photo album, looking at those dozens of photos for the umpteenth time. They were so familiar that he could recall her poses and the curve of her smile even with his eyes closed...
"Rong Jian, are you done taking the photos?"
"alright."
"Let me see."
Shi Xirou trotted over, took the phone and checked Rong Jian's results.
The two of them were very close, and the sea breeze was a bit strong, blowing her hair into his face.
He lowered his head slightly, and what he saw was a perfectly shaped collarbone and a deep groove, so white.
He heard the sound of his Adam's apple rolling and hurriedly looked away, trying to prove that he had no other thoughts.
"No, this picture makes me shorter. Let's try again."
Shi Xirou was standing on the reef. She was wearing a V-neck, backless dress with a lace-up waist. The waist-pinching design made her waist look slimmer and her legs longer.
"Take another photo of my back, make sure I look better~"
Rong Jian looked at her as she lifted her long black hair and put it aside, revealing a large smooth back. For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the sunlight was more dazzling or she was more dazzling.
"Okay, I'm coming down."
Just then, an accident happened and a huge wave hit her.
Rong Jian rushed forward, "Be careful!"
The scene changed, he fell on the bed, she sat on him, her red lips curved, "Rong Jian, were you peeking at me?"
"I don't."
"You still don't admit it." Shi Xirou put her face in front of him and blew into his ear, "You're lying. You peeked at my chest, didn't you?"
Rong Jian didn't answer, his ears were burning.
Just when he was helpless, she took his hand and placed it on a certain high and full part, "Let me touch it for you, is it soft?"
Yes, it's really soft.
"Do you want to meet it? Can you untie it yourself?" Shi Xirou pushed her body forward and pressed her hands on the back of his head, "Come on~"
Rong Jian's breathing was rapid, like a sailor bewitched by a siren, and his hand slowly reached to the back of her neck as if out of control.
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