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Jiajia tilted her head and asked, "Sister Meng, why are you so concerned about whether Sister Qingqing has been beaten?"

Zhou Meng replied: "I was worried about her and that she would lie, so I asked the director."

"Oh." Jiajia said, with an obvious look of disbelief.

Leng Qingqing was not beaten, so Zhou Meng could only suppress the slight regret in his heart.

After chatting for a while, the guests were ready to go back. At this time the director clapped his hands.

"Now that everyone is gathered together, I will just say a few words."

Leng Qingqing narrowed her eyes and looked over. Didn't she agree not to intervene?

The director's bald head went cold, and he spoke quickly despite the cold air seeping from someone's body: "Our guests will be leaving tomorrow morning. Although we only have one day and one night left to get together, don't forget about this show." The original intention of the show.”

Several guests, you look at me, I look at you.

"What is the original intention of the show...?" Jiajia shrank her shoulders and asked.

The director showed an awkward yet polite smile: "I forgot to tell you that the show "Guest Star" has only one mission, which is to compete among the guests for good wives."

"Competition of good wives?" Zhou Meng made a confused voice, what is that?

The director nodded and said matter-of-factly: "The times are indeed different now. The original intention of our boss in creating this show is to hope that women will not forget to take care of their families while developing their careers. , be filial to your elders, take care of your husband and children, organize the housework, maintain a balance between career and family, and don’t pick up the sesame seeds and lose the watermelons.”

"No matter how successful a woman is in her career, if her family doesn't recognize her, it's of no use."

Guests do need to please their mother-in-law and family.

Because the final right to grade them lies in the hands of the mother-in-law.

The director couldn't wait to take notes on what Mr. Fu said when he founded this program.

They were all men, and he felt that Mr. Fu's words were very philosophical.

But when he perfectly relayed Mr. Fu's words to the female guests word for word, he found that their expressions were all stiff.

"So, the task of the guests is to compare who treats her mother-in-law better and who does more housework?"

Leng Qingqing sneered, this was simply ridiculous.

"Your boss is not an old zombie left over from the Qing Dynasty, is he?"

What Director Quietly said just now was simply ridiculous.

Jiajia's smile froze: "Director... this was not written in the notebook."

It feels like you bought a pre-sale item of clothing that you had high expectations for, only to find out that the item is not the right version!

It is not only a waste of time, but more importantly, once the program is broadcast, the reputation of the female guests is likely to be affected.

The director was unaware of the displeasure of the female guests and thought they were just unresponsive.

He touched his bald head and narrowed his eyes with a smile: "I hope all the guests will perform well in the next Good Wife-in-Law Competition. The guest who gets the highest score from her mother-in-law in the end will receive the Good Wife-in-Law Award specially awarded by the program team. Title and banner.”

Good Wife Contest...

What age are we now, and we are still doing this?

Leng Qingqing didn't even want to roll her eyes: "Director, isn't there a more pragmatic reward?"

What kind of title is a good wife? What serious woman would want it?

The director was very, very surprised: "Isn't this enough?"

The word 'this' has four tones and a very strong accent.

The program team and the boss are all sick, so there is nothing more to say. Leng Qingqing stood up from the stone bench, "I'm going back first, I have something to do today."

Today is Zhang Aihua’s birthday.

Since the morning, Zhang Aihua used headache as an excuse to not even get out of bed.

Isn't this obvious, let Leng Qingqing take advantage of today to apologize?

**

Last night, Zhang Aihua went to bed very early because she was angry during the day.

Yesterday afternoon, Zhang Aihua saw that all the crops had been pulled out, and only weeds were left growing vigorously where the crops were originally covered. Her eyesight went dark and she couldn't breathe.

Zhang Aihua trembled, took out the Suxiao Jiuxin Pill from her pocket, raised her head and swallowed it.

She was really afraid that she would be pissed to death here.

Zhang Aihua sat on the ridge of the field, covering her chest with one hand, breathing slowly while thinking about life.

Leng Qingqing dropped her hoe and ran over. Wherever she passed, crops were once again torn apart. A person who looked extremely frail was as destructive as locusts entering the country.

"Mother-in-law, what's wrong with you?" Leng Qingqing looked worried.

Zhang Aihua rolled her eyes and finally couldn't stand the stimulation anymore and fell to the side.

Of course it was impossible to faint. She just wanted to take the opportunity to put eye drops on Leng Qingqing in front of netizens.

Then suddenly there was a sharp and severe pain in the philtrum!

Zhang Aihua opened her eyes suddenly and saw an enlarged and beautiful face. At this time, the owner of this face was putting her index finger on her philtrum and pinching it crazily.

Among the people holding Zhang Aihua, Lone Qingqing cried.

"Mother-in-law, are you okay? Wake up!"

Zhang Ai spent a lot of effort to push away the devil that was pressing on her, and sat up unsteadily, feeling a burning pain in her heart.

The pain made Zhang Aihua want to cry.

Zhang Aihua finally couldn't bear it anymore and called the director, crying about Leng Qingqing's crime.

"Let's go, let her go quickly! Our old Li family can't afford to serve such a giant Buddha!"

"Did you see it just now? She wanted to strangle me to death. She wanted to strangle me to death!"

Two lines of clear tears slowly flowed down Zhang Aihua's face.

She was wrong, right from the beginning. If she had not agreed to the director's participation in the filming, she would not have received a daughter-in-law like Leng Qingqing. If she had not brought Leng Qingqing to her home, she would not have caused trouble at home. The chickens and dogs are restless.

"Mother-in-law... if you say that, I will be very sad."

In response to Zhang Aihua's accusation, Leng Qingqing lowered her eyelashes and squeezed out two drops of crocodile tears.

All kinds of events have been added together, and now Zhang Aihua just doesn't want to see her, even hates and fears her.

So today, no one in the entire Lao Li family dared to approach Leng Qingqing.

After all, it's a birthday, and aside from gifts and so on, a banquet still has to be held.

The whole family was busy with their own affairs, and Li Qiang squatted in the corner of the yard to kill the chicken. He grabbed the rooster's neck and cut it open with a knife, and blood spurted out.

When he caught a glimpse of the beautiful figure from the corner of his eye, Li Qiang immediately looked away and his body tensed subconsciously.

Knowing that he couldn't beat her, Li Qiang always walked around when he saw her.

When he woke up this morning, he opened his clothes and saw that his abdomen was bruised and swollen. It was very scary and painful.

Where is a woman's fist, which is comparable to steel and iron bones.

This caused Li Qiang, who had previously had thoughts about Leng Qingqing, to tighten his nerves reflexively when he saw her face, fearing that she would punch him unexpectedly.

Li Qiang, who has a big family, can't help Leng Qingqing, let alone his father, Li Tou.

Old Li Tou paced back and forth under the eaves, looking at the road outside from time to time, as if he was waiting for someone.

After a while, he slowly walked to the door of the deserted room and muttered inside: "Today is your mother-in-law's birthday. Your four sisters and brother-in-law will also come back to celebrate her birthday. I will introduce you to her later."

Leng Qingqing was applying a facial mask. She said lightly and smoothed the edges of the mask paper with her fingers.

After a pause, Lao Li put his fist to his lips, coughed twice as if to hide something, and stared at her with turbid yellow eyes and asked.

"Ahem, today is also your mother-in-law's birthday, so you just...have nothing to say?"