The villain's cannon fodder washes his whiteness by love variety show

"Welcome to the tenth season of Love Formula!"

"There are a total of six guests participating in this program. They will form a CP in twos and spend a sweet 36 hours~"

Qu Mu sat on the other side of the sofa, lowered his head and did not dare to look at Ji Ping opposite, but his red ears betrayed his uneasy heart.

***[-] hours ago***

"Did you hear everything?" Ji Ping looked down at Qu Mu, who had just been captured, with cold eyes.

"I was eating box lunch here, and I accidentally listened to it." Qu Mu scratched his head, and the chicken leg rice in his hand suddenly became stale.

But Ji Ping nodded abnormally calmly, and when his upper lip touched his lower lip, he said two words coldly: "Very good."

Qu Mu looked up in surprise, only to find that Ji Ping had put his hands in his pockets and left without looking back.

"Qu Mu?!"

Ms. Chen sitting beside her patted Qu Mu's shoulder vigorously, pretending to be in harmony.

Qu Mu pouted his mouth in pain, but he could only smile at the camera: "Hello everyone, I am Qu Mu, Ms. Chen is really strong, haha."

"You—" Ms. Chen immediately put her hands on her knees, tilted her head towards Qu Mu with a smile, and pretended to have a good relationship between the two.

Ji Ping's eyes rested on Qu Mu's red ears, and he leaned leisurely on the sofa, watching Qu Mu calmly while speaking.

"Then everyone knows each other, let's start drawing lots!"

Qu Mu licked his lips nervously, and following the order of the temporary host, they began to draw red thread from a square box.

Qu Mu waited for everyone to finish choosing before picking up the last thread. He felt the thread move suddenly, and in an instant, the thread was stretched again by a strong force!

Qu Mu looked suspiciously along the straight red line, his CP...

It's Ji Ping? !

"By the way, I forgot to tell you about the little surprise of this program group~ The CP group this time is not limited to men and women!"

The red thread in his hand instantly became hot, Qu Mu held his breath, took a deep breath, and stared at his hand resentfully like a leaking balloon.

This hand, why is it so disappointing!

While he was complaining, a shadow gradually approached. He raised his head and looked at the man with interest: "Ji, Mr. Ji?"

The man's hand held Qu Mu's four slightly cold fingers.

"What a coincidence."

It's over!Ji Ping must be holding a grudge!

Qu Mu was taken aback, wishing he could leave the program team and run away, but thinking of the huge debts owed by the original body, he could only forcefully smile and respond awkwardly——

"I've long admired the great name, I have long admired the great name."

For the first date, the program team provided the guests with three options. The guests need to make their own choices. If two pairs of CPs choose a project at the same time, they will have a Double Date (four-person date).

Qu Mu wished he could stay away from Ji Ping, and he could take the opportunity to walk away when the four of them were together, so during the selection process, he deliberately ticked the playground that most people would choose.

But when the vote was announced, Qu Mu found that he was the only one who chose the playground, and even Ji Ping, like Ms. Chen's group, chose fishing? ! !

"The playground has to play high-altitude events, I'm afraid of heights."

"There are so many people and it's very troublesome to shoot by yourself."

The three girls chattered about where to go on a date, but Qu Mu only had two big characters in his mind - "miscalculation".

Shock, sky, thunder, thunder!

Since no one chose the playground, Qu Mu and Ji Ping could only take the car to the playground for the sake of program effect.

At [-]:[-] in the afternoon, Qu Mu and Ji Ping's nanny car parked outside a small amusement park in the suburbs.

The two of them didn't say a word on the road, one focused on watching the scenery, the other focused on reading, and couldn't help but turn around to remind the two of them: "You two can interact more."

"Oh." Qu Mu understood, and glanced at the book in Ji Ping's hand, "Mr. Ji didn't forget to study his acting skills while he was on the move, really..."

Ji Ping closed the book, and there were five large characters on the cover - "I am a dog".

Qu Mu was speechless, he squeezed his index finger tightly with his thumb, drew an arc in front of his mouth, and shut up quietly.

The amusement park is deserted, and only grandparents with their preschool grandchildren come to play during the weekdays.

The nanny car of the program group was parked at the entrance of the park. The white seven-seater car was printed with the logo of Love Formula and two hearts pierced by the arrow of Eros.

The staff filed down from the black car behind and installed the sound receivers and GoPros that Ji Ping and Qu Mu would use on them.

"Thank you." The staff member opened the door, and Ji Ping jumped out of the nanny car with one long leg.

After Ji Ping got out of the car, Qu Mu calmed down his breathing, pressed his chest twice, and followed Ji Ping's footsteps.

The clothes they wore were different from those in the makeup photo. Qu Mu was wearing a blue hoodie. The cold wind blew through him and he was shivering.

And Ji Ping was wearing a khaki long windbreaker with a warm white turtleneck sweater underneath, making him stylish and handsome.

"What are we going to play first?" Ji Ping stood at the entrance of the playground, and waited for Qu Mu to catch up before opening his mouth slowly.

Qu Mu looked around, almost all of them were open-air amusement facilities, his brows were instantly tangled together, he shrugged and rubbed his arms, and asked in embarrassment: "Are there any indoor activities?"

"Hello, please show me your ticket~"

A gloomy soundtrack sounded, and staff wearing scary clown masks handed Ji Ping and Qu Mu each a pink balloon.

Qu Mu followed Ji Ping, holding a cup of coffee to keep warm, and a kraft paper bag on his wrist.

Seeing that Ji Ping finished checking the tickets, he took out another cup of coffee from the paper bag: "Mocha, with milk and no sugar, right?"

A trace of surprise flashed in Ji Ping's eyes, and he turned the hand that was about to push away, and took the warm coffee: "Yes."

There was nothing new in the haunted house, and the white female ghost would rush out from time to time and swing around twice. Seeing her sweating profusely from running, Qu Mu even waved his little hand to help her fan the wind.

"It's not easy to work for the boss." Qu Mu sighed quietly.

Ji Ping stopped in his tracks, and looked back at Qu Mu inexplicably.

"I, I'm talking about that female ghost, not about you and your manager..."

Qu Mu covered the microphone, and his voice of defense became softer and weaker, until it was almost inaudible in the end.

"It's okay." Ji Ping continued to walk forward, "Anyway, the media will always blow it up."

Qu Mu has always kept a distance of 3 steps from Ji Ping. If it is not necessary for the camera, Qu Mu can be farther away.

But Ji Ping in front stopped suddenly, no matter how reluctant Qu Mu was, he could only go up to him, put his chin on Ji Ping's shoulder, and probe to observe the scene in front of him.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

It was that female ghost in white again.

Qu Mu curled his lips, embarrassed and didn't know what to do. After a while, he asked suspiciously, "You, don't you want to scare other guests?"

The female ghost was stunned for a moment, then gritted her teeth and cried: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Her voice was very thin, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of her teeth.

Qu Mu was even more embarrassed now, he got out from behind Ji Ping, and patted the female ghost's shoulder lightly.

When the female ghost raised her head, he quickly opened her mouth wide, covered her heart, and stepped back deliberately: "Ah! I'm scared to death!"

The female ghost left satisfied, and Qu Mu let out a long sigh of relief: "Now we can go—"

"You stepped on me." Ji Ping patted Qu Mu's shoulder with one hand, then stretched out his finger, pointing to his shoe.

Qu Mu's white sneakers happened to step on the man's black leather shoes, and he withdrew his feet abruptly. The golden rooster independently jumped away from Ji Ping's side, but it still inevitably left half a footprint on the shoes.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

Qu Mu closed his eyes, clasped his hands together and apologized repeatedly.

But Ji Ping walked past him, leaving a sentence floating in the air: "You are in this state, you are really frightened, the acting just now—"

"Ah."

Qu Mu stared dumbfounded at Ji Ping's back, thinking to himself: If Ji Ping is not the hero, he must come back!

For now, though, it's far better to be a turtle.

The two walked out of the haunted house calmly, and as soon as they went out, they ran into the cameraman's frowning expression.

The haunted house was too ordinary, and he didn't capture any dramatic plot at all.

Qu Mu approached the cameraman to comfort him: "It's okay, the actor's face is the ratings."

Ratings I threw the finished coffee cup into the trash can in three steps and two steps, and the aunt selling coffee next to me immediately recognized the logo on the cup: "Boy! Is my coffee delicious?! Would you like another cup, buy it One for one!"

As soon as Qu Mu finished chatting with the cameraman, he put his hands into his sleeves and walked up to Ji Ping, only to see Ji Ping standing in front of the coffee shop with a worried expression on his face.

What's wrong?Is it because he got angry with that kick just now?

That's not right, so why didn't you beat yourself up when the haunted house was out of sight?

"Young man, I recognize you. It was the coffee you bought just now, right!" Aunt Coffee pointed to the "Buy One Get One Free" sign in her house, and spoke to Qu Mu proudly.

"Um, yes." Qu Mu stood cheekily and stretched out Ji Ping's hands, spreading them out, pushing him away from the three rooms and one living room he dug out with his toes.

The game time is not over yet, but the two of them are in no mood to continue.

Ji Ping sat on the bench with his legs spread out and his hands on his knees, unconsciously stretching his muscles and bones.

Qu Mu stood beside him, no matter how he looked at it, he felt that Ji Ping had the urge to do something.

In order to suppress this impulse in the cradle, he coughed: "Ahem, buy one get one free of coffee, that's true, I don't deny it."

"Huh?" Ji Ping had a teasing smile on his face. He lazily leaned back on the chair, raised his eyebrows, and waited for Qu Mu's explanation.

"But it's the same to buy one and get one or two free, so I bought your cup and got mine as a gift."

Qu Mu stared with bated breath, and sat down with peace of mind when Ji Ping's tangled brows were no longer entangled.

"How do you know that I like to drink mocha with milk and no sugar?" Ji Ping asked suddenly.

Qu Mu responded immediately: "Your fans..."

"The fans gave me an iced Americano that doesn't add anything." Ji Ping approached Qu Mu, squinting his eyes, full of scrutiny, "Iced Americano, which burns fat, I often drink it."

In other words, Ji Ping has hardly revealed his love for Mocha in front of outsiders, let alone such small details as adding milk and not adding sugar.

Qu Mu broke into a cold sweat, he couldn't say that he knew it from a novel.

He just wanted to explain, but Ji Ping sat back on the bench, folded his arms back, and looked up at the sky comfortably: "It doesn't matter, anyway, remember, it won't do any good to please me, it's better to study more on your job .”

If it wasn't for the program group, who would want to approach you!

Qu Mu clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but in the end he approached calmly and smiled, "I see, Ji Ying Di."

The author has something to say:

Continuing from the previous chapter, the same reporter——

Reporter (in order to get back the card for Qu Mu): "What is Mr. Ji's second impression of Qu Mu?"

Ji Ping: "The acting skills are not good enough."

Qu Mu: "Meow meow?"