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Chapter 4 The Variety Show Starts Recording

The recording of the variety show begins.

Full of fighting spirit, Song Feifei knocked on the door of her sister-in-law's room with her photographer.

She has already said hello to the photographer, and she will definitely take a beautiful photo of Mu Qingge and blind everyone's eyes!

But after knocking for a while, the door didn't open, and Song Feifei panicked.

No way, the third sister-in-law wouldn’t have lost her temper right from the beginning.

The barrages in the live broadcast room also started to flood.

[After knocking for so long, what is Mu Qingge planning to do?]

[What else could she be doing? She must be putting on makeup. Haha, she probably saw the dirty stuff on the Internet and wanted to make a splashy appearance to save her reputation.]

[The person above is right. I bought so many trolls before and wanted to clean them up, but the result was, hahaha. I didn’t expect that the people’s eyes were sharp and they were not fooled by her trolls.]

[Mu Qingge really thinks that because she married into a wealthy family and has money, she can use money to control public opinion. Does she think we are fools? 】

At this moment, the door finally opened.

When Mu Qingge appeared on the camera, everyone was silent.

Because Mu Qingge appeared with a huge chicken coop on his head and rubbed his eyes.

Song Feifei:!!!

Why is this happening? Didn't I tell you yesterday that you must make your most beautiful appearance on the stage today and blind everyone's eyes?

Why is it shaped like this?

If possible, Sun Feifei really wanted to kick Mu Qingge into the room and start over again, but this was a live broadcast! There was no way to start over again.

What else could Song Feifei do but restrain herself and say: "Ms. Mu, our variety show tour has begun. Please see if you want to tidy up and say hello to our audience friends."

When Song Feifei spoke, she deliberately emphasized the tone of "cleaning things up".

Mu Qingge also woke up under Song Feifei's eyes. She was also very innocent. She did want to go to bed early last night, but she showed up in perfect spirits today. But Song Feifei dragged her to discuss the counterattack plan until three o'clock in the middle of the night.



"Yeah." Mu Qingge quickly turned around and entered the house.

When Song Feifei saw Mu Qingge enter the room, she wanted to say something and help her show some respect.

But unexpectedly, the photographer went straight in.

Just as Song Feifei was about to pull the photographer out, the assistant director's voice sounded in the headset: "The audience expressed on the barrage that they wanted to go into Mu Qingge's room to watch. Song Feifei quickly went in, and then adapted to the situation, looking for explosive points, such as directing the photographer

Shoot those luxury goods and guide her to make mistakes. Now the number of people in the live broadcast room is increasing crazily. Take this opportunity to directly promote the popularity to me."

When Song Feifei heard this, her heart suddenly became angry. Isn't this just sacrificing her third sister-in-law for the sake of ratings?

How could Song Feifei agree? So she stopped and started arguing with the assistant director.



After Mu Qingge entered the room, he sat in front of the dressing table and began to comb his hair: "The first thing every day is to comb the dog's hair. It's so annoying."

When Mu Qingge muttered these words, the photographer happened to walk up behind her.

This sentence just happened to fit in.

【Hahaha, dog hair.】

[Yes, when I comb my hair every day, I feel like I am combing dog hair. 】

[I'm different from you. I don't comb my dog's hair as hard as I comb my own hair. 】

[Look, look, Mu Qingge’s comb seems to have diamonds on it. 】

【It must be fake.】

The photographer glanced at the barrage on the screen held by the staff next to him, and wanted to ask about the comb.

Unexpectedly, before the photographer opened his mouth, Mu Qingge, who had finished combing her hair, threw the comb on the table casually: "What happened to my mind back then? Why did I have to set diamonds on the comb and use such a heavy comb to comb my hair every day?

worn out."

These words shocked netizens in the live broadcast room.
Chapter completed!
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