After crossing, I became the sweet pastry of the wealthy

It was getting late, and the program team didn't bother the guests any more. They served dinner and said that they would gather at today's square at six o'clock tomorrow morning.

Talking at night before going to bed, Song Jin'an suddenly remembered the scene of Fu Chengwang shooting an arrow, and it always felt a little familiar.

"Brother, when did you learn archery? You look very proficient, you're like a sharpshooter." Song Jin'an clung to his arms, closing his eyes like a sticky cake.

Fu Chengwang pondered for a moment, and said: "I can't remember the exact time, anyway, I learned it before I was a minor, and I haven't learned it systematically, just like being born with archery and horse riding. After studying with the teacher for a few days, I will master it."

He's really not bragging, he might have learned it for about a week in his own impression, but he actually learned it for four days.

Horseback riding and archery were all learned in just four days.As if it really is his innate ability.

Song Jin'an opened his eyes, full of envy and exclamation: "Wow! It's amazing! Why can't I do it? When General Xuanyuan taught me before, I learned very slowly."

"You're a scholar, it's normal to learn slowly." Fu Chengwang comforted him, originally he wanted to say that it's normal for the pampered young master to learn slowly.

But when he thought of Song Jin'an's life experience and experience, he couldn't say the phrase "spoiled and pampered".

Everyone owed him the past ten years of his life.So from now on, he will pamper Song Jin'an and turn the sweetness that he has never tasted before into his daily life.

While chatting, Song Jin'an fell asleep.After sleeping until the sky was slightly bright, the horn of the program group rang.

The combination of a set of national radio gymnastics music for elementary and middle school students and aiaiaiaaiai's hip-hop is simply mind-blowing.

I came to an unfamiliar environment for the first time, and I was still a little sleepy. I didn't fall asleep until after three o'clock last night.Song Jin'an sat up with a dark face, unable to open his eyes, very irritable.

Fu Chengwang originally wanted to get up for a hug in the morning, but he didn't dare anymore, so he quickly whispered: "You sleep for a while, it will be fine. I'll go wash up first, and you can get up after I put the water and get the clothes."

After finishing speaking, he ran away in a hurry. When his daughter-in-law was impatient, he had to stay away, otherwise he would become unlucky.

Fans are addicted to sugar, and they entered the live broadcast room early to watch. Seeing Mr. Fu who is so sincere, it's not too fantasy.

Although they had seen Mr. Fu kneeling on the keyboard on Weibo before, they were not as shocked as today.They still thought it was a lens effect, so they put away the keyboard after shooting.

Boss Fu watched his words and expressions for a second just now, and stopped without hesitation. He looked for an excuse and comforted him, then turned and fled. It looked like a veteran.

Maybe this kind of life-and-death drama has been staged at home before.

Sure enough, no matter how dominant a man is, he will be afraid of his wife one day.

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After the assembly, Song Jin'an was still unhappy.His darkened face seemed to be more terrifying than Fu Chengwang's. There was an invisible pressure lingering in the dark, and the people around were afraid to speak loudly.

The director announced today's rules: "Today's lunch and dinner must be obtained by your own labor. Everyone will give you some loofah, pumpkin, bitter gourd, and pepper seeds. You have to plant them in the corresponding land. Finally, according to the The amount of your labor to distribute today's amount of food."

This is an old variety show routine, no one has any opinions, and it is even more impossible for Fu Chengwang to say a word. He came here to accompany his wife, and Song Jin'an...he is still there with a straight face.

Woke up still angry.

The director continued: "Breakfast depends on you chopping firewood. Only after you chop a certain amount of firewood can you receive breakfast as a family."

Song Jin'an looked at the piles of firewood pointed by the director, and there was already a pile of firewood to be chopped beside it.

Without saying a word, he walked over, picked up the axe, and started chopping with a blank expression.

Fu Chengwang persuaded him to come, otherwise he was really worried that Song Jin'an would hurt him.

Song Jin'an glanced at him impatiently, and then sped up the speed of chopping firewood.

He slashed violently, mercilessly, as if those firewood were the chief culprit of disturbing his lucid dream, and all of them had a mortal hatred.

Kuai's hands are full of wind, just like a numb butcher slaughtering eunuch pigs weighing hundreds of catties.

The attack was so vicious that the onlookers were all terrified.

"Put it on." His lips parted slightly, and his voice was a little hoarse, full of sleepiness and irritability.

Fu Chengwang understood what he meant, and immediately picked up the wooden stake and set it up, waiting for Song Jin'an to split it.

The two cooperated with each other tacitly, and immediately became handy, and the firewood was consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye.All of them were chopped off by Song Jin'an with a cold face.

A pile of thin firewood was thrown aside, and Song Jinan also threw a heavy ax on the pile of firewood, and looked at the director: "Is it all right?"

"All right, all right! Very good!" The director was frightened to death. This man appeared to be harmless to humans and animals, but he was actually very violent!

No wonder Mr. Fu was too scared to speak up!Maybe every morning when I wake up, I will be beaten by my wife!terrible.

Thinking of this, he didn't dare to say any more, and hurriedly asked someone to carry Song Jin'an's breakfast to their villa. He was too old to bear the excitement, especially now that he felt his head was getting cold.

He muttered softly, and the staff next to him glanced at the top of his head, not daring to speak.It's obviously because it's cold in the morning and you have no hair on your head.

Although Song Jin'an was very sleepy, he still insisted on eating breakfast. As a good young man in the new era, he couldn't waste a grain of food.

After a meal, the cheeks puffed up, chewing and chewing, and the movements of the mouth never stopped.

Busier than a hoarding squirrel.

"Bed! I'm coming!" After eating, he didn't stop for a moment, rushed to the bed, and fell asleep with his head covered.

Fu Chengwang thought to himself, this bed is simply more attractive than his handsome husband in the morning.