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Ren Shen's movements were a little loud, and his tone was a little excited.

The assistant was not far away. Seeing Ren Shen's reaction, he thought it was a conflict with Zong Wen, so he hurried over and asked, "Brother Ren, what's the matter?" With an expression on his face, he waved his hands and shook his head, "Nothing."

Ren Shen sat back on the sofa calmly, but silently moved towards the corner, trying to stay away from Zong Wen.

And the ball of silk thread also calmed down a little, loosened the little leaves of the spiritual consciousness, and just wound loosely around the branches of the spiritual consciousness, and did not rub around anymore.Ren Shen was angry in silence, and after a while, he saw a message alert popping up on his mobile phone. When he clicked on it, he found that it was a message from Zong Wen.

[Sorry, there is no way to control it now. 】

Ren Shen stared at the message for a while, then replied __

【fine. 】

After all, Zong Wen also only cultivated his divine consciousness for a few days, so it's normal if he can't control it proficiently, Ren Shen also understands.

Ren Shen sat in the lounge for a while, and then went to the rehearsal.

The theme of the show this time is "friends", and the game tests the tacit cooperation between friends. Ren Shen and Zong Wen were naturally assigned to a group.

But as soon as Ren Shen stood beside Zong Wen, his wrists would be entangled in thin threads of spiritual consciousness, which made Ren Shen distracted several times during the rehearsal.

But fortunately, the thin strands of spiritual consciousness can't stay outside for a long time now. In the afternoon, the thin strands automatically returned to Zong Wen's body, and they no longer entangled Ren Shen.

And Zong Wen also exhausted a lot of energy because of his spiritual consciousness, and became a little tired.

After the rehearsal, Zong Wen returned to the backstage lounge, leaned tiredly on the sofa, and rubbed the space between his brows.

Ren Shen leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Teacher Zong, do you want to sleep first?"

"No need." Zong Wen stretched out his hand, put it on Ren Shen's waist, and said in a low voice, "A hug?"

There was no one else in the lounge, so Ren Shen simply got into Zong Wen's arms and wrapped his hands around the man's neck.

Zong Wen put his arms around the person in his arms, and buried his head in the crevice of Ren Shen's neck and rubbed it a little bit. Smelling the familiar scent of medicine on Ren Shen's body, his spirit gradually relaxed.At seven o'clock in the evening, the official recording of the variety show began.

Because of the rehearsal in the afternoon, Ren Shen is also relatively proficient in the program, but when it came to the question-and-answer session, he found that the formal questions were somewhat different from those in the rehearsal.

In the script, the program group has a questioning session. The host asks the guests to randomly draw a card from the box, and then answer the questions on the card.

Although it is said to be "random selection", the guests all know the contents of the cards in the box in advance, and those questions will not involve too much privacy.

It's just that it's the official recording now, Ren Shen draws a card in the box, but draws an unfamiliar keyword—ideal type.

Ren Shen looked at the key words on the card and felt a little melancholy. This was different from the rehearsal, he hadn't prepared the answers to questions related to his ideal type in advance.

But because it was recording a program, Ren Shen couldn't say anything, so he just gave the card to the host.

When the host saw the keywords on the card, he immediately excitedly said, "The keyword Ren Shen drew is the ideal type!"

Questions about the ideal type were very hot. The host couldn't help but look in Zong Wen's direction and asked, "Who in your group will answer first?"

Because the theme of the show is friends, all the links are in groups, and Ren Shen and Zong Wen are divided into a group. Now that Ren Shen has drawn the ideal card, Zong Wen has to answer.

Zong Wen looked at Ren Shen beside him, and replied, "Ren Shen come first."

So the host asked Ren Shen: "Is Ren Shen's ideal type a girl or a boy?"

Ren Shen held the microphone and replied very cautiously: "It's okay."

"Then can you tell us about your ideal personality?"

Ren Shen thought for a while, and replied in a well-regulated way: "There is no specific requirement, as long as it is suitable."

The host laughed: "This request is too broad."

However, the host did not continue to ask any further questions. After all, Zong Wen next to him was more explosive than Ren Shen.

The host quickly shifted the target, "Now it's Teacher Zong's turn to answer questions. Can Teacher Zong tell us about your ideal type? Do you like boys or girls?"

"It's all right." Zong Wen's answer was the same as Ren Shen's.

The host asked again: "Can you briefly talk about your ideal personality?"

"There is no specific requirement, as long as it is suitable." Zong Wen's answer was still the same as Ren Shen's.

The host laughed, "Sure enough, they are good friends, even the ideal type's answer is exactly the same."

Zong Wen's answer was too plain, and the host didn't want to give up, so he continued to ask: "Then teacher Zong, can you describe your ideal type again? One or two key words are fine."

Zong Wen pondered for a while, then replied, "If I have to describe it, it's like a mimosa."

Ren Shen at the side was taken aback when he heard the answer.

Mimosa?

"Oh__" the host deliberately prolonged the ending, and said with a smile: "It turns out that Teacher Zong likes the shy type."

"Yes." Zong Wen generously admitted.

"Probably the kind of gentle and introverted person." The host smiled.

And there are usually more girls with this personality, so the host asked: "Does Teacher Zong like introverted and gentle girls?"

Zong Wen didn't fall into the host's trap, but replied: "Gender doesn't matter, it's fine."

By the time the recording of the show ended, it was almost twelve o'clock in the evening.

Ren Shen changed his clothes, and when he came out of the dressing room, he saw Zong Wen waiting in the corridor outside.

Zong Wen came over and asked, "Is there an announcement tomorrow?"

Ren Shen shook his head: "No."

"Go to my place at night?" Zong Wen's tone was very natural, "I haven't double cultivated yet this week."

Ren Shen also remembered the matter of dual cultivation, at least once a week, so he nodded, "Okay."

After Ren Shen sent Wei Lin a message, he got into Zong Wen's car and went back to his villa in the west of the city.

Ren Shen was still thinking about the mimosa, so he didn't say a word along the way, just sat quietly in his seat, staring out the car window in a daze, looking a little depressed.

Zong Wen noticed that Ren Shen was quieter than usual, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Ren Shen shook his head and said nothing.

But after returning to the villa, Ren Shen couldn't help asking: "Mr. Zong likes mimosa?"

"En." Zong Wen responded, took off his coat and put it aside.

"What's so good about mimosa..." Ren Shen frowned.

Zong Wen chuckled, "Very good."

Ren Shen was still a little unhappy, and didn't want to talk to Zong Wen, so he turned around and went into the master bedroom to take a bath first.

Ren Shen had only been to Zong Wen's villa last time, and he knew where the closet was. He took his pajamas and underwear from the closet, and went to the bathroom.

After taking a shower, Ren Shen saw that no one was in the bedroom, so Zong Wen probably went to another room to take a shower.

Ren Shen was wearing pajamas, and went to the balcony to close the curtains, when he suddenly noticed a small flowerpot on the balcony.

Ren Shen stared at the flower pot for a while, then walked over to have a look, and found that it was a pot of mimosa!

And this pot of mimosa can be seen to be well-raised.

Ren Shen returned to the bed with the pot of grass, put the mimosa on the bedside table, stared at the pot of grass with a very serious expression, and poked the leaves of the mimosa with his hand.

The mimosa was indeed very shy. When Ren Shen touched it, it shrank its leaves and refused to touch it.

Ren Shen still frowned, and continued to poke the mimosa leaves.

So when Zong Wen returned to the room after taking a shower, he saw Ren Shen sitting by the bed poking the leaves of mimosa.

Zong Wen walked over, hugged Ren Shen from behind, and asked, "Do you like it?"

Ren Shen looked at the thick leaves of mimosa and said in a muffled voice, "I don't like it."

Ren Shen continued to poke the leaves of the mimosa, almost up and down the mimosa.

The mimosa had been touched and the leaves were completely closed. Ren Shen couldn't help but heard from the emperor: "Its leaves are not as good-looking as mine."

Ren Shen continued to touch the mimosa leaves, muttering: "My leaves are golden red..."

"Well, yours looks the best." Zong Wen rested his pillow on Ren Shen's shoulder, suppressing a smile.

Zong Wen coaxed again: "The leaves are exposed?"

Without thinking too much, Ren Shen revealed his ginseng leaves.

A small golden-red leaf stood on Ren Shen's head, and the leaf body looked a little chubby, very cute.

Zong Wen looked at the small ginseng leaf, and reached out to touch the tip of the leaf.

The ginseng leaves were still extremely sensitive, and when Zong Wen touched them, the leaves shook.

Zong Wen touched it again, and Ye Shen twisted again.

Zong Wen touched it for the third time, and Ye Shen twisted again.

Zong Wen touched it for the fourth time, and Ye Shen seemed a little annoyed by the touch, so he bent over Ye Shen and patted Zong Wen's finger lightly.

Even Ren Shen felt it a little bit, and reminded him aloud: "Teacher Zong, stop playing."

"En." Zong Wen chuckled, and saw that Ren Shen was still touching the mimosa, so he also reached out and touched the leaves of the mimosa.

Like the leaves of ginseng, the mimosa will shrink when Zong Wen touches them.

It's just that the response of Mimosa is a bit slow, unlike ginseng leaves, which are particularly easy to bully.

Ren Shen saw that Zong Wen came to touch the mimosa, and asked, "Teacher Zong, is the mimosa so good?"

"En." Zong Wen responded, his eyes fell on the ginseng leaves on Ren Shen's head, and he said slowly: "Touch it, and it will shrink."

Ren Shen frowned, still feeling that ginseng was the best among plants.

After Ren Shen touched the mimosa for a while, he didn't want to touch it anymore, and Zong Wen on the side also reminded: "Wash your hands first."

Ren Shen was taken aback for a moment, but he got up obediently and went to the bathroom to wash his hands.

Zong Wen was also at the side, squeezed some hand sanitizer and put it on the palm of Ren Shen, and said unhurriedly: "The mimosa has been placed on the balcony for a long time, and there is dust on the leaves." "Oh..." Ren Shen seemed to understand He nodded incomprehensibly.

After Zong Wen helped Ren Shen wash his hands, he didn't let go, but just hugged Ren Shen from behind, touched the ginseng leaves on Ren Shen's head with one hand, and continued to touch.