The photographer originally thought that after listening to his words, Sang Wanzhou would at least be more serious.
But he was wrong.
Except for the two seconds when Sang Wanzhou's expression stiffened when he first heard the news, there was no other change.
I walked as I should and yawned as I should. I really didn’t feel nervous at all.
Also, if you get nervous just because of this little thing, then you are not Sang Wanzhou.
Amid Xiao Fubao's urging and dragging, the three finally arrived at the entrance of the village.
Today, Ji Xiaoheng is wearing a burgundy T-shirt, navy blue cropped trousers, and a pair of black sneakers. With one hand in his trouser pocket, his expression is cold and emotionless. The burgundy T-shirt makes him cold.
White skin becomes fairer.
It's very coincidental.
Little Fubao is also wearing a burgundy bear long sweater today, paired with a pair of white canvas shoes, which looks cute and playful.
The moment Ji Xiaoheng saw little Fubao again, his little hands in his trouser pockets clenched his pants unconsciously.
Little Fubao didn't know it at all. He let go of Sang Mizhou's hand, jumped up and ran to Ji Xiaoheng and circled around: "Brother Duole! Do you think Fubao's new dress looks good?"
Those dazzling eyes were full of expectation.
Ji Xiaoheng pursed her lips slightly, looked away unnaturally, and nodded in an arc that was extremely difficult to detect: "Yes."
On the surface, he looked calm and calm, but in fact, there was a little sweat on the palm of his hand inserted in his trouser pocket.
[Hahahaha! We are so nervous! No doubt we are pretending to be a couple! I got it! "More children, more blessings" cp! 】
[Oh my god! That look at Ji Xiaoheng just now was too sweet! One look lasted forever! 】
[Is our "Long Luck" cp going to be? I seem to be more attracted to this couple now, what should I do?!]
Ji Yucheng looked a little surprised.
Yo ho.
Is this brat enlightened?
It's only been a few days.
Little Fubao is really amazing.
Sang Mizhou is still in a state of not waking up until now.
It wasn't until he saw the small truck slowly driving towards them that he finally woke up.
Sang Mizhou: "...?" Are you planning to purchase goods? So many.
There are a wide variety of fruits on the truck, and there are basically two or three baskets of each kind. So many are required to be sold out in one day. How is this possible?
While several people were still looking at the fruits on the back of the truck, a man suddenly got out of the driver's seat of the truck.
The man walked up to Sang Mizhou and said, "Are you the guests of this mission? The director asked me to give this to you."
As he spoke, the man took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and put it into Sang Mizhou's hand.
Sang Mizhou looked at the hundred yuan in his hand, and a question slowly rose from the bottom of his heart.
?
What are you giving me 100 yuan for? What are you going to do with the beggars?
After all, he didn't give more than a hundred yuan to the beggars on the street. He just grabbed a handful from his wallet and gave it to them.
In the director's mind, he seems worse than a beggar?
Seeing his confused look, the man explained to him: "The director said this is the amount of money you can use to set up a stall today. You can spend it however you want. It depends on how you make good use of this hundred yuan.
All the fruits are sold."
"And your lunch money is also included in this. Because the round trip takes too long, you won't come back to the village at noon."
After saying that, the man walked away.
Only a truck full of fruit and the one hundred yuan were left to them.