This time, the program team did not install cameras in the room.
Sang Ning felt that she and Li Sulan really had nothing to talk about.
She closed the door from behind and walked straight towards the bedroom without giving Li Sulan an extra look.
But Li Sulan chased after her, and just when Sang Ning opened the door and was about to walk into the bedroom, she squeezed in through the crack in the door and stood in front of Sang Ning.
"Didn't I tell you that I wanted to talk to you? Why are you ignoring me?"
The tone is extremely bad, and there is no hint that he wants to have a good chat with anyone.
Sang Ning took Li Sulan's arm and pulled him out: "But I have no intention of talking to you."
It's already eleven o'clock, and she will die if she doesn't sleep. How can she be in the mood to chat with Li Sulan?
Under Li Sulan's stunned and shocked eyes, Sang Ning decisively closed the door with a bang.
"Sang Ning, you will regret it if you don't open the door for me!" Li Sulan threw herself on the door and kept knocking on the door.
She didn't understand. She came to chat with Sang Ning with good intentions. How dare Sang Ning reject her?
Li Sulan knocked on the door very hard, but Sang Ning couldn't bear the disturbance and opened the door expressionlessly.
Li Sulan's hand knocking on the door was suddenly in the air. She was obviously frightened, and there was a bit of frightened fear in her eyes.
Sang Ning did not open the door completely, leaving only a gap. Through the gap, she glanced at Li Sulan coldly: "I'll give you a minute. If you fart, hurry up!"
Li Sulan and Sang Ning looked at each other, feeling an invisible pressure, and unconsciously said: "I want to say..."
"No." Li Sulan suddenly stopped mid-sentence, her stupid eyes finally became clear, and she emphasized very seriously, "First of all, I'm not farting! Secondly..."
Before Li Sulan finished speaking, she was ruthlessly interrupted by Sang Ning: "It's the same thing, hurry up, I'm in a hurry to go to bed."
Li Sulan pursed her lips speechlessly, she wanted to curse!
Originally, I wanted to continue arguing with Sang Ning, but it was obvious that Sang Ning's face was becoming increasingly impatient, like a beast on the verge of breaking out at some point.
Li Sulan was afraid of being eaten by Sang Ning, so she adopted an even more arrogant attitude on her face to cover up her inner panic.
"I just want to tell you that the incident where you caused Xiao Xi to fall down the stairs is over. As for the day when I said that I wanted to drive you back to Sang's house, it was just out of anger.
I'll give you a chance. If you still want to return to the Chu family, you should take the initiative to sever ties with those three losers from the Sang family.
As long as you promise not to have any contact with the Sang family in the future, I will allow you to return to the Chu family."
Li Sulan expressed her inner thoughts in one breath. She now regrets that she had kicked Sang Ning away. She wants both daughters!
I don’t know how long it will take until Sang Ning takes the initiative to repent and come to her to beg for mercy. It’s better for her to take the initiative to give her a step forward.
Anyone who is smart knows that being the daughter of the Chu family is the best choice.
After finishing speaking, she waited for Sang Ning's response with some anxiety.
She felt very unsure, and Sang Ning didn't seem to be the kind of person who could listen to reason.
"Are you done?" Sang Ning lowered her eyes slightly and looked at Li Sulan without any emotion on her face.
"Say... it's over." Li Sulan was inexplicably startled, and her speech became a little hesitant.
"Sure enough, you are talking nonsense and wasting my sleeping time." Sang Ning's eyes became colder and she warned, "I'm going to sleep. If I knock on the door again, I will twist my hand off for you to wave like a lucky cat." p>
Then the door slammed shut again.
Li Sulan was rejected again, but there was no trace of anger on her face. Instead, she frowned and fell into troubled contemplation.
Sang Ning only said that she was talking nonsense and did not give a clear answer. Should she sever ties with the Sang family and return to the Chu family?
The answer is wrong, she is obviously talking nonsense!
The bedroom had its own bathroom. Sang Ning spent a few minutes quickly washing up and then got into bed.
The system's mechanical sound sounded: "Host, congratulations on adding 10,000 Weibo fans. Currently, the total number of fans has increased to 50,000, and the number of fans has increased by 0.05%."
Sang Ning felt that the annoying system sound was particularly noisy, so she pulled the quilt and covered her head.
According to this progress, it will only take the year of the monkey and the month of the horse to accumulate 100 million Weibo fans, and the road will be long and long!
……
The next morning.
Sang Ning still called Sang Chuan and Song Shi up to study at six o'clock. At half past seven, the program team came on time and asked the guests to gather in the event square.
A 3-meter-long slender table was placed in the square. The table was filled with various breakfast items, including noodles, soy milk, fried dough sticks, steamed buns, and milk sandwiches. It looked very rich.
After the guests gathered together, Director Sun took a loudspeaker and shouted to the guests.
"Good morning everyone, the considerate program team has prepared a sumptuous breakfast for you. Now you need to win the breakfast by bidding for the highest bidder.
The first person to participate in the bidding is the soy milk fried dough sticks. There is a fried dough stick and a bowl of soy milk in it. The starting price is 10 yuan. Please start bidding!"
[Damn it, the starting price for a fried dough stick and a bowl of soy milk is 10 yuan, why don’t the show crew go grab people?]
[The program team only gave each group of guests 500 yuan, and the guests had to pay room fees and participate in auctions. This amount of money was simply stretched.]
"Ten dollars and ten cents!" Song Shi also took the lead in raising the bidding sign.
He and Qin Jiaxiang not only got a broken tent, but also had to pay 450 yuan for the broken tent, leaving only 50 yuan in hand.
But he had to eat breakfast, so he only dared to raise the price by a dime.
Before Song Shi could put down the bidding card, Qin Kai immediately raised his card to participate in the bidding: "We will win ten yuan and two cents!"
[The tent team’s bidding was too obscene. Director Sun’s face turned green. If this pace continues, this morning’s bidding will probably be endless.]
[The guests were forced by the program crew. After deducting the tent fee, the two groups Song Shiye and Qin Kai only had about 50 yuan to use. Why not break one yuan into several parts for use?]
Song Shiye and Qin Kai's bidding method immediately led everyone astray. Everyone was only willing to bid ten cents more than the last person.
"Ten dollars and thirty cents!"
"Ten dollars and forty cents!"
"Ten dollars and fifty cents!"
Director Sun's face turned pale after hearing this. He did not expect that the stinginess of these guests was far beyond his imagination.
Five groups of guests have already participated in the bidding, and the Sang Ning group is still without a bid. Director Sun has no choice but to pin his hope of breaking the deadlock on Sang Ning.
Their group only has to pay 50 yuan for accommodation every night. After deducting the room fee, they also have more disposable funds. Sang Ning should not be too picky when bidding.
Under Director Sun's eyes full of ardent expectations, Sang Ning raised the bidding sign, but she did not shout out the price.
Instead, he glanced at Director Sun meaningfully and said quietly: "I apply to use the prop card."