"Sister Ji, did I mishear you, or did you mispronounce it? Are you sure all the endorsements are for food and drinks?"
Ji Jie initially thought that Leng Mo would only be offering small food and drink endorsements, and was about to offer some words of comfort when she suddenly saw Leng Mo clap his hands, revealing his goofy nature. "Oh my, this is great! I was so sleepy, and someone brought me a pillow; it was raining, and someone brought me an umbrella! This is perfect timing. I'll bring it to the variety show next time! Hehe, I'll even sneak some while reading novels at night!"
Season interrupted Leng Mo abruptly, pointing to her face, "Come on, look at my face..."
Before Ji Jie could finish speaking, Leng Mo interrupted her, pinching Ji Jie's face in both hands, looking her up and down, but still couldn't see anything. "Sister Ji, there's nothing here. Oh, no, there is! I saw eye boogers around your eyes! And a tiny bit of boogers next to your nose! What were you eating again? Uh, let me think... spicy strips. Right, you ate spicy strips! Didn't you even bring me some? I haven't had any for days, boohoo, heartless Ji Jie, you ate them all by yourself..."
Ji Jie slapped Leng Mo's hand away in annoyance, then suddenly felt a sharp pain on her face. She rubbed her cheek and said through gritted teeth, "Leng... Mo, I wanted you to see the expression on my face. What did you see? You think I'd eat alone? Eat my ass! I only ate a bowl of spicy hot pot. You're eating spicy strips every day. Sooner or later you'll become a spicy strip yourself. Hurry up and pack your things!"
Leng Mo was rebuked by Sister Ji, and her eyes instantly turned like those of a wronged puppy. She lowered her eyelids and said indifferently, "Oh, I see!" Just as she finished speaking, she remembered what she had seen on Sister Ji's face earlier. "By the way, Sister Ji, take your eye boogers out first, and then pick your nose. Remember to use a tissue when you do that, otherwise I feel like I'll vomit just imagining eating later..."
Before Leng Mo could finish speaking, his manager slapped him across the head with a furious glare. She immediately felt even more wronged, "Sister Ji, how could you slap my head? What if I become stupid? Will you support me from now on?"
Ji Jie was so angry with her that she suddenly raised her voice, "It would be better if you made me stupid, so you wouldn't make me angry anymore! Oh my god, I'm so angry! Don't be angry, life is like a play, we meet because of fate... If I make you angry, who will benefit? Besides, it's exhausting and a waste of energy..."
Wang Feifei and Qian Shasha, who were downstairs, were just about to go upstairs to pack their luggage when they suddenly heard Leng Mo's manager, Ji Jie, furiously shouting from his room, accompanied by a long recitation of "Don't Get Angry." The gossip-loving group immediately gathered. They exchanged glances and then tacitly went to Leng Mo's door. Inside, they heard Leng Mo's cheerful voice, "Haha, Sister Ji, are you chanting scriptures? What kind of scriptures are you chanting?"
What followed was a series of loud cracking sounds, accompanied by Leng Mo's screams of pain, "Sister Ji, Sister Ji, stop hitting me! Ouch, my hand! Sister Ji, if you keep hitting me, my hand will turn into a pig's trotter! I can stew it tomorrow!"
Upon hearing Leng Mo's words, everyone immediately covered their mouths and burst into laughter. Wang Feifei was even more exaggerated, clutching her stomach and squatting down to laugh. Because Wang Feifei was laughing so loudly, the two people inside could hear her.
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