Quickly wear the sinister villain, let go of my tail

Seeing that things were about to get out of control, director Qin Xin, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, finally couldn't sit still anymore. It would be of no benefit to anyone if the farce continued to develop, so Qin Xin quickly asked a staff member to go over and ease the tense atmosphere.

The staff member also walked forward with a helpless look on his face, muttering to himself: In the end, I still have to clean up this mess... ┭┮﹏┭┮, these stars are really a headache!

The staff member stepped forward to act as a peacemaker. He smiled and said, "Dear teachers, it's getting late. If you don't hurry up and find your room number, you may have to find your way in the dark. And, if you still haven't found your room number by dark, you won't have dinner tonight!"

She didn't come out earlier or later, but just when he was about to take the opportunity to cause trouble. Zhong Jiayan, who was already angry, almost couldn't help but burst into cursing, but he forced himself to hold it back.

Because he knew that if he really cursed out loud, it would be tantamount to falling out with the program crew, and now he couldn't afford to offend director Qin Xin.

Zhong Jiayan secretly cursed the production crew for meddling in his affairs. He only needed a few more minutes to further implement his plan.

However, he was interrupted by the staff now, which made him very unhappy.

Zhong Jiayan glared at Song Guo fiercely, and secretly vowed in his heart that he would teach this ungrateful little assistant a lesson.

However, he did not completely lose his mind. After all, he knew that he could not openly oppose the program team now, so he left angrily.

Song Guo and his lover successfully found Room 2 according to the route provided by the staff. The god of luck always favors this cute little squirrel, because Room 3 is next to Room 2, and the clue is hanging on the wall of the house.

Song Guo was very happy, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: Wow! I am so lucky!

At the same time, he also thought that he and his lover lived next door, so it would be very convenient to sneak over at night. Thinking of this, Song Guo couldn't help but reveal a sly smile. (●'?'●)

The program team really did what they said, and when they found the house, they provided them with a sumptuous dinner.

Song Guo didn't want to be separated from his lover, so he shamelessly stayed and had dinner with his lover.

Ding Siyuan looked at the pig's trotter that was secretly thrown to him, picked it up and ate it silently. Song Guo looked guilty, it was too fat, he really couldn't eat it. "Guoguo, eat it yourself, don't let me find out that you secretly threw the food in the bowl to Wangcai, otherwise-"

Ding Siyuan slowly swallowed the food in his mouth and gently warned a picky little fan. Song Guo: Crying, the little squirrel has it so hard.

"Brother Siyuan, I, I can't eat anymore." Song Guo tiptoed on the ground and begged for mercy to her lover.

Ding Siyuan looked at the remaining rice in the bowl, tapped the table with his fingers, and rejected the little fan in a low voice, "No, Guoguo, if you continue like this, the snacks will be reduced by half in the future, and the milk tea twice a week will become once a week."

Little vermicelli have small appetites to begin with, and they love to eat snacks, so their appetite becomes even smaller. How can they get enough nutrition in the long run?

Song Guo felt sad and his eyes were also sore and misty. He couldn't help but think wildly, A Yuan was mean to me, did A Yuan change his mind and no longer love me? !

Song Guo lowered his head, twisted the corner of his clothes with his fingers, and said nothing, like a wounded little rabbit. Ding Siyuan noticed something was wrong, and quickly hugged his little fan's head and held it up carefully.

There were already two tear marks on the little fan's face, her delicate nose had turned rouge-colored, and her big eyes were filled with tears, sparkling. Her pitiful appearance almost melted Ding Siyuan's heart.

Ding Siyuan was very upset. He had just spoken too harshly. It was his fault. He gently patted Song Guo on the back and comforted her softly, "Guo Guo, I didn't mean to be mean to you. I'm just worried about your health. If you don't eat well and don't get enough nutrition, your current weight is not up to standard and you are too light."

During the physical examination last week, all of Song Guo's indicators were within the normal range, except for her weight. In addition, Song Guo couldn't control her diet, so Ding Siyuan had to strictly control Song Guo's snacks.

Song Guo sniffed, raised her head, and said in a crying voice: "I, I can't help it. I know Brother Siyuan is doing this for my own good, but life without snacks is not a complete life, ┭┮﹏┭┮"

Ding Siyuan looked at the cute little guy in front of him, and the pain in his eyes slowly turned into helplessness.

He reached out his hand, scratched Song Guo's nose affectionately, and said softly, "Okay, stop making trouble. I won't deduct your snacks, okay? Be good and eat a little more, ok?!"

The doting voice seemed to carry endless tenderness and love, which made Song Guo, who was crying just now, suddenly shy. He felt so ashamed that he was such a grown-up, but he was still crying because he couldn't eat snacks.

Song Guo's hair was gently rubbed by Ding Siyuan, and a bright smile gradually bloomed on his face, and the warm breath returned to him again. At this moment, Ding Siyuan lowered his head, gently sprayed his warm breath on Song Guo's ears, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Guaiguai, if you want to cry, I will try my best to serve you and make you cry comfortably." These sudden words made Song Guo's face flushed instantly, like a ripe apple.

There was a shy light in his eyes and his lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to say something but didn't know how to express it.

Song Guo subconsciously glanced at the camera next to him, and his heart was in a panic. He pushed Ding Siyuan away with his elbow.

Didn't anyone hear what they said just now?! Probably not?!

A Yuan is such a scoundrel, saying such unbearable words in public.

A Yuan is no longer the simple A Yuan of the past. Now A Yuan is Mango Yuan, yellow from the inside out.

Ding Siyuan burst into laughter, and Song Guo stamped his feet, "Humph! Wangcai, let's go!"

Wangcai, who was concentrating on eating, didn't understand what was going on, but just followed Song Guo obediently.

Ding Siyuan shook his head and touched his nose helplessly. He had just pissed off his little fan again.

The audience watching the live broadcast couldn't stop smiling, it was so sweet.

[Does anyone know lip reading? Please, my child wants to know what they said! ]

[I was scratching my head anxiously. What did Ding Shen say? The assistant's face was red just now. 】

[Is there anything that we VIP audiences cannot hear? Mr. Ding, you can pretend that the camera does not exist. The children want to know what you said.]