[Ah? Do you all like the hexagram Shang Shaojing? Am I the only one who likes Daniel? He looks like the kind of Qianqian young master in novels and paintings. Standing next to Shang Shaojing, his temperament instantly transforms him into a
Okay, scumbag.]
【!!!I think so too! I also prefer the fresh and refreshing look of Daniu, and Daniu’s face is really delicate, okay? It’s like it was poured out of a model.】
[I’m afraid you don’t know, but Daniel is the one who really looks slimmer when he takes off his clothes. When he helped Jiang Li chop wicker, I saw the muscle lines on his arms, which are so sexy.] p>
Director Sun grinned to the back of his head as he looked at the increasing discussion of the topic in the live broadcast room.
Sure enough, it was right to let Zhao Lang appear more often.
Girls nowadays just love this hexagram.
It’s not in vain that he took great pains to place two mission points on him.
In this way, Zhao Lang will have shots almost all day long.
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In the small courtyard.
Shang Shaojing gradually began to feel overwhelmed.
Chopping firewood seems like a simple job, but for people who don't do it often, chopping too much can become chronic torture.
Not only did he not know how to use skill, but the heavy ax was so painful that the tiger's mouth was shocked.
After a while, Shang Shaojing began to sweat profusely.
The thought also arose in his mind of why he came to this show to suffer instead of sitting in a good office.
But because the camera was around, he couldn't express himself well, so he could only keep his head down and keep going.
Finally, the basket of wood reached the bottom, and Zhao Lang faintly appeared from the side again, placing a new basket of wood at his feet.
"Mr. Shang, don't forget these other things."
Shang Shaojing suddenly turned dark.
"Did you do it on purpose?"
Zhao Lang immediately put on an innocent expression, "Why did Mr. Shang say that? Isn't this a task you asked for? Director Sun also made it very clear in the rules he gave me. After chopping three baskets of firewood,
The task is completed only when it is approved by the executor."
"You——"
[Why is Shang Shaojing so fierce? His face suddenly turned black just now, which shocked me.]
[That’s right, don’t be brave if you can’t do it. You just said that chopping firewood is easy, but now you’re making a fool of yourself, I’m so speechless.]
[I feel sorry for Daniel for a second. It was already miserable enough to be arranged by the program team, but now I have to endure the temper of this boss.]
[Mr. Shang, stay away from my big brother! Don’t come to harm others!!!]
In the live broadcast room, the audience condemned the black-faced Shang Shaojing.
Shang Shaojing himself also knew the pros and cons of public opinion, so he did not continue to question Zhao Lang and could only admit defeat and continue chopping firewood.
He has been observing this man since he entered the door.
But there doesn't seem to be anything suspicious about him.
During this nearly half an hour, he first fed the chickens, then filled a tank of water, and finally dragged out a stool and banged it.
It is completely the activity trajectory of an authentic rural person.
Could it be that he thought wrong?
This man named Zhao Lang is just a rural man with slightly better appearance but ordinary status?
Finally, another hour later, Shang Shaojing finished chopping all the firewood.
When he exhaustedly walked to Zhao Lang who was sitting on the porch drinking tea and stretched out his hand, the other party turned to look at him and asked: "What's wrong?"
Shang Shaojing sneered, "What's wrong? The firewood has been chopped, where is my good score?"
"Oh, you said this." Zhao Lang seemed to realize it later, "Hey, here you go."
Looking at the card with "two points" lying on his palm, Shang Shaojing's face turned green.
"Only two points?!"
"What else?" Zhao Lang stretched his legs and replied calmly, "Director Sun gave me this card. Besides, you didn't ask me how many points I had in the first place."
Shang Shaojing's face turned even greener.
He had no choice but to tighten his grip on the card in his hand, stare at the man in front of him, then turn around and leave.
The moment his figure disappeared from the door, the gentle light in Zhao Lang's eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a meaningful dark light.
It seems that he has caught an eager little fish.
Merchant, Shang Shaojing.
Oh, after all, he is still his nephew.
Let him think about what kind of hospitality he should use to entertain this distant nephew.
After retracting his gaze, Zhao Lang stood up and went up to the second floor, and leaned down at the railing.
Looking at the small white dot that appeared and disappeared in his sight, the corners of his lips raised slightly.
Then he raised his fingertips and tapped the railing in front of him.
The white clothes in front of the door moved.
Zhao Lang laughed and said, "How come Miss Jiang has also developed the habit of peeping?"
Behind the tree, the white figure swayed, and finally came out.
It's Jiang Li.
She raised her head and met Zhao Lang's playful gaze, and she also gave a fake smile.
"I don't know, when did Mr. Zhao develop the habit of teasing others and pretending to be innocent?"
Zhao Lang opened his mouth and said "ah".
"Did you hear everything?"
Jiang Li nodded, then opened the door and walked in.
"I passed by three times and happened to hear them all."
The first time was when she had just found a mission for Wen Jiaojiao and was preparing to go to the next mission point, when she happened to see Shang Shaojing stalking Zhao Lang.
She was about to warn him aloud, but who knew that he discovered it early on.
Seeing that everything was fine, she simply left.
After all, she doesn't like to pry into other people's secrets.
The second time she passed by was when she had just finished a task and was about to go somewhere else. When passing by the cabin, she happened to hear Shang Shaojing's questioning and Zhao Lang's pretending to be innocent.
She sneered at the man's hypocrisy in front of the door and left.