After being dressed as cannon fodder, I became the favorite of the variety show group

No.30 who wanted a divorce for three days.

Although Big Beard's shop is located in the city center, there are many tourists, but most of them just come in and walk around. Tourists think that these things are also available in their own country, so there is no need to waste tourist funds here.

Seeing Chu Guannan flustered with idleness, An Rao limped over and handed over the expense record book, and asked him to buy the ingredients for the evening.

"Remember, you must go to this supermarket to buy vegetables. It's a bit far away, but it will be a few cents cheaper. For meat, you have to buy it after six in the afternoon. There will be a big sale at that time, and there are bags..."

Looking at the densely marked handwriting in his hand, Chu Guannan sighed softly.

"understood."

An Rao was dubious, closed his notebook and asked, "Which supermarket do I go to buy vegetables?"

Chu Guannan: ...

"Tesco."

An Rao smiled, raised his hand and touched Chu Guannan's face: "Husband is so good, remember, don't forget to take the shopping receipt."

Chu Guannan watched him step on the shoes he wore as slippers, and for a long time, he bent down and gently pinched his ankle.

An Rao took a few steps back, looked around and said anxiously in a low voice: "What are you doing, there are so many people watching!"

Chu Guannan took out an ointment from his pocket: "You also have to remember to apply it every three hours."

ointment?Where did he come from.

An Rao took the ointment and looked at it...

"Chu, Guan, Nan! You actually bought such expensive medicine!"

Good guy, a piece of ointment is eight pounds, Chu Guannan is really not taking the money for money.

An Rao's heart was bleeding.

"No, take it and return it quickly, this medicine is too expensive."

"So you are going to wait for it to become inflamed and fester?" Chu Guannan raised his eyes, and pressed his crooked little foot.

"I used red medicine to apply it to the same effect, you should go back soon."

Chu Guannan stopped arguing with him, casually opened the packing box, and held it up in front of An Rao: "Unpacked, I can't return it."

An Rao rubbed his chest, comforting himself constantly:

He is good for me, I can't be angry.

Seeing An Rao's cold face, Chu Guannan guessed that he was angry.

Chu Guannan rubbed the ointment for a long time, knelt down and gently pinched his feet, twisted some medicine on his heels and daubed it lightly.

An Rao turned his head away and ignored him.

There was a lot of fuss, and it wasn't a serious injury. One ointment cost one-fifth of the deposit. I really don't understand what kind of values ​​Chu Guannan really has.

"I'm sorry." Chu Guannan apologized in a low voice, he raised An Rao's feet and covered them in his arms, the weather was already cold, and he could feel his feet were icy cold not long after he took off his shoes.

Even if a few devices are facing them, it may be a shame.

"You know that I have to stand for a day to make money, but you don't know how to save money." An Rao became more and more aggrieved as he spoke, his eyes turned red.

"I'll stand for you."

"No need, just because you can't say a word for a long time, the customers will be scared away."

An Rao really didn't want to continue lingering with him, so he pushed him: "You go, I still have to work."

After applying the medicine, Chu Guannan picked up his coat and told him again: "Apply it every three hours, okay?"

An Rao waved his hand: "Understood, let's go."

After Chu Guannan stood and watched for a while, he opened the door and plunged into the thick fog.

An Rao picked up his shoes and saw Lin Jingxi already busy there.

The old merchandise racks were wiped spotless by him as if they were new, and the bearded man seemed very satisfied with him, and kept praising him for his hard work.

At this time, the bell at the door rang.

A young Caucasian man in plain clothes and carrying a large travel bag walked in.

Lin Jingxi immediately greeted him warmly: "Sir, just take a look, if you like it, I will wrap it up for you."

The little brother turned around in front of the shelf, and his eyes fell on a pair of bone chopsticks.

The little brother seemed to be very interested in the pair of bone chopsticks, but he was too shy to put them back after touching them a few times.

Lin Jingxi immediately said: "Our store is currently conducting a limited-time promotion, and the whole store is only [-]% off."

Several cameras in the program group were all aimed at Lin Jingxi.

An Rao was puzzled.

Big sale?Why didn't he listen to the manager.

But the store manager is now out to buy lunch, and he has no way to verify with the store manager.

The little brother took out his calculator and calculated the price, which seemed to be acceptable.

He picked up the bone chopsticks and asked in not-so-fluent English, "Are these Korean chopsticks? I like Korea very much."

After finishing speaking, he leaned over to look at the introduction on the label, and muttered, "Ah, so it's China..."

Lin Jingxi saw that the little brother put the bone chopsticks back, quickly tore off the label, and said with a smile: "The label is wrong, it is from Korea, it is very beautiful, it is not a loss to buy it home."

An Rao felt as if he had been punched hard in his heart.

He stood up abruptly, dragged his injured foot and walked quickly to the two of them.

He pulled the label out of Lin Jingxi's hand and stuck it back, his eyes were calm: "It is made in China, and the chopsticks were also invented by us. Do you want it or not?"

The little brother shrank instantly when he saw that the visitor was aggressive, and waved his hands embarrassingly: "No, no, no..."

"Wait a minute!" Lin Jingxi quickly chased after him.

The little brother left the antique shop quickly.

Lin Jingxi looked at the back of the younger brother leaving, and clenched his hands tightly.

After a long time, he turned to look at An Rao, his delicate brows were slightly frowned, with a sad look on his face.

"The store manager said that this store is not profitable and can't make any money. He is likely to close the store. This is the store manager's life-long painstaking effort. You have the heart to see his dream come to naught?"

With these words, An Rao almost thought that he was a wicked person who would destroy people's blood and blood.

He sneered, pointed to the English letters of "China" on the label, and said in an extremely cold voice:

"So you can betray your national dignity for the sake of your dreams? You don't know which country you were born in?"

Lin Jingxi said even more righteously: "Is national dignity important to survive now? Can it be exchanged for money?"

"It doesn't matter. It's not illegal to roast a giant panda when you're starving to death, but are you starving to death now? I think you're quite energetic, and you still have the strength to speak out to me here."

VJ hurriedly came out to smooth things over: "Forget it, we're all friends, there's no need to hurt your peace because of such a trivial matter."

"This is not a trivial matter." An Rao looked at Lin Jingxi coldly, "Please don't forget your roots, pick up the bowl to eat and put down the bowl to scold your mother, it's embarrassing."

Lin Jingxi stared at him with the corners of his eyes hanging, his lips trembling uncontrollably.

"Come and tell me which country invented chopsticks."

Maybe An Rao's aura is too strong, or maybe it's because so many cameras are facing them, Lin Jingxi didn't want to quarrel anymore, so he whispered tremblingly:

"China..."

"Speak louder, I can't hear you clearly." An Rao raised his head, his gaze cold and arrogant.

After Lin Jingxi closed his eyes and shouted "China", he turned around and trotted away.

He hid behind the counter and cried like pears and rain, as if he had been greatly wronged, and the VJs didn't bother to persuade him, after all, this ignorant child's words were very painful.

There is no distinction between right and wrong, black and white, so many years of reading books are considered wasted.

An Rao, as if nothing happened, straightened the label and bolded the letters "China" with a marker.

The two stayed in the store for a day, only An Rao sold a small music box.

In the evening, the bearded store manager counted today's entries and couldn't help but sigh.

"It seems that my small shop is really going to close..."

Lin Jingxi smiled bitterly: "Actually, I could have sold a pair of bone chopsticks, but..."

He lowered his head, his eyes misty: "It's all because I'm not good and I can't speak. Manager, you can take a look at the monitoring, help me find the shortcomings and give some suggestions. I really want to learn from you."

An Rao turned his head away, rolling his eyes to the sky.

The bearded man nodded: "Alright, young people want to learn, of course I'm happy to help."

He turned on the surveillance video and watched it second by second after he left.

Lin Jingxi looked at the surveillance replay, quietly observing the changes in the bearded man's expression.

This bearded man definitely doesn't understand Chinese, and he can only see through the surveillance that it was An Rao who messed up the business.

Sure enough, when he saw the two arguing, his brows with thick beards frowned tightly.

He closed the computer, pondered for a moment, and slowly looked at An Rao with a look of scrutiny in his eyes.

An Rao was calm, and smiled at the bearded man.

The bearded man stroked the pen, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't speak easily, with a worried look on his face.

After a long time, he took a deep breath and said softly: "Actually, I have opened this store for more than 40 years. To be honest, I am not afraid of your jokes. I am just struggling. I don't earn enough to eat, and the rent is also very expensive."

The bearded man smiled wryly: "Someone persuaded me that it would be much easier to sell the store and take the money to open a store abroad than here."

Lin Jingxi secretly smiled, and looked at An Rao.

What about national dignity, does the store manager care about bullshit national dignity?

"However, I was thinking, this is the place where I was born and raised. Even though it is bad in every way, I can't abandon it."

Lin Jingxi was stunned.

The bearded man raised his head, with a gentle smile on his honest face: "Ann, you did the right thing, you can't betray your national glory just because of a momentary gain, what's yours is yours, and no one can take it away. "

An Rao's eyes widened slowly, and the grounds of his eyes rubbed into tiny pieces of water.

"You, can you understand Chinese?" Lin Jingxi couldn't believe it.

The bearded man laughed loudly, opened the drawer and took out a photo frame.

In the photo, a young bearded man with hair and a man with an oriental face are leaning on each other, looking very intimate.

"My deceased husband was Chinese. I loved him very much. Even though it has been more than ten years, he opened this store, so there are so many oriental antiques."

An Rao smiled and bowed to the bearded man: "Thank you for understanding."

At six o'clock, the shop closed, and the bearded man took out two envelopes and handed them to the two:

"This is your hard work today. I will pay you according to the market price, one hundred pounds per person."

Wow!One hundred pounds!

An Rao took the money and kept thanking him.

"In addition, I like "Spring River Flower and Moonlight Night" by our little friend Anrao very much. This is the performance fee." The bearded man took out another envelope and handed it over.

There was £120 in it!

"Uncle, thank you!" An Rao gave him a big hug.

Lin Jingxi clenched the envelope tightly and put on a smiling face: "You have given too much, we deserve it."

But no one seems to care.

The VJs clamored for an easy treat.

An Rao stingily hid the envelope in his arms, smiled at the VJs, and said, "Sorry, I'm a money addict, and I'll treat you to a big meal in my next life."

When he was going out, Chu Guannan came back after buying the ingredients. He was leaning against the door, with nowhere to put his long legs, which caused a few young people to come over and strike up a conversation with him, asking if they want to go to the disco together.

After An Rao walked over, Chu Guannan straightened up and said to those people in English:

"Sorry, there will be a chance in the future."

So basically there is no chance.

An Rao: "Honey, you are really welcome."

Chu Guannan didn't answer the question, and asked, "How much salary is paid today?"

An Rao took out two envelopes and raised them, "Two hundred and two."

Chu Guannan: "Then you have become a little rich man."

He was obviously joking, but his tone was still cold and indifferent.

"Yes, it's rare for me to be generous. Please take the bus back."

Chu Guannan twitched the corner of his mouth, kind of smiling back.

The bus passed through the bustling city, and the neon lights cast shadows on the window, reflecting An Rao's slightly tired expression.

He leaned against the car window, his fatigue made him forget the curiosity and excitement of being in a foreign country, his eyes blinked and would close in the next second.

Suddenly, someone patted his hand, and immediately, the touch of paper ran across the back of his hand.

He turned his head and saw that Chu Guannan was holding a stack of pounds and gently stuffing them into his hand.

An Rao suddenly regained his energy, took the money, and asked curiously, "Where did you get the money?"

I counted it, and it was three hundred pounds!

Chu Guannan wouldn't...steal...no, no, absolutely not.

Chu Guannan looked away: "I earned it from a part-time job."

"What kind of job do you earn so much money?"

"That's right, playing the piano for someone, only a customer tipped him so much."

"You can also play the piano." An Rao was shocked.

He had never seen Chu Guannan touch any musical instrument, let alone a piano at home.

Chu Guannan seemed unwilling to talk about it, so he changed the subject: "It's all yours."

An Rao looked at him, then at the money, and counted it again.

"Okay, let's forgive you for spending money indiscriminately, let's not make an example."

Chu Guannan chuckled lightly: "From now on, all the money in the family will belong to you."

Hearing this, the little money fan squeezed his fingers excitedly: "Then it's convenient for you to find out how much savings you have."

Chu Guannan pondered for a moment: "I'm not sure, but it's all yours."

An Rao was just making a joke, but Chu Guannan took it seriously, and immediately took out his phone and started transferring money to him.

An Rao quickly pressed his hand: "Don't, I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously."

"Are you still angry with me?" Chu Guannan asked.

"pregnancy."

When Chu Guannan heard this, he continued to turn.

"I'm not going to have a baby, don't turn it on." An Rao put away his phone, looked at his slightly open shirt collar, "Hubby, you've worked hard."

"It's not hard."

The bus only goes to the suburbs, and there are still about ten kilometers to go back on foot.

An Rao stood for a whole day, completely forgetting about the three-hour application rule, and now his heel hurts badly, like walking on the tip of a needle.

Chu Guannan suddenly grabbed his waist to push him down, let him lean on his shoulder, and took off his shoes to check.

After a while, the tone became colder: "No medicine applied."

Not an interrogative sentence but an affirmative sentence.

"Forget..." An Rao chuckled, and put his arms around his neck, "My dear, carry me on your back—"

Chu Guannan is very serious, he can only pass the test with this cuteness.

Chu Guannan was picked up without saying a word, with a bag full of ingredients hanging on his arm.

Ask why you don't carry it but hug it.

Because he watched the replay of the VJ video, and found that when An Rao lay on his back in the morning, his clothes were tufted up, revealing a little white waist.

"In return, I will contract your change of clothes tonight."

Chu Guannan looked ahead and said flatly, "No need."

But An Rao is very stubborn, and must do something for Chu Guannan who has been a man and animal for a day.

After eating the dinner made by Chu Guannan, An Rao found out all the clothes he was wearing today, including underwear, while he was taking a shower.

A paper man is a paper man, and the clothes that have been worn for a day still smell good.

An Rao carried his clothes to the bathroom on the second floor.

He saw someone's socks thrown in the sink, and planned to help wash them along the way.

Shen Weizhou came in to look for towels, and saw An Rao adding water to a pile of clothes.

"Washing clothes?" Shen Weizhou asked knowingly.

An Rao: "No, I'm eating."

Shen Weizhou smiled, and looked around in the basin where the socks were placed alone.

He turned his body to block An Rao without a trace, groped with his fingers, and then found a sock, he quickly pulled it out and hid it in his pocket.

"Then you wash slowly, I won't bother you."

Back in the bedroom, Shen Weizhou couldn't wait to pull out his socks, looked at them for a long time as if he was holding some peerless treasure, then put his trembling hands to the bottom of his nose, and took a deep breath.

Ah!

This damn fragrance, how can someone wear socks for a day and still smell good!

He took another deep breath.

At this time, Du Yueling came in wiping her hair, and when she saw the socks in Shen Weizhou's hand, her face turned red.

She quickly ran over to snatch the socks, and screamed: "Pervert! Why did you smell my socks! I said why they disappeared, it's so disgusting!"

Shen Weizhou:?

Du Yueling slammed the sock into the trash can.

Shen Weizhou: "This is not An..."

"Disgusting! Perverted! During the day, you look at me with lecherous eyes! I warn you not to approach me!"

……

An Rao finished washing all of Chu Guannan's clothes, and began to meditate on the remaining pair of underwear.

Do you want to wash this kind of underwear for him?

If it was me, it would be very annoying if my underwear was touched by an outsider.

But if you only leave him a pair of underwear, will he think that he despises him?

An Rao decided not to wash it anymore, leaving him to do it himself.

Just as I was about to dry the clothes, there was a figure outside the door.

"My clothes are missing, you helped me..." He stopped abruptly after speaking halfway.

When Chu Guannan came out of the shower, he found that his clothes were missing. He expected An Rao to wash them for him, so he came over to take a look.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw An Rao staring at his underwear in a daze.

The expression on Chu Guannan's face was unprecedented panic. He snatched back his underwear and hid it behind his back. He tightened his fingers and squeezed the underwear into the palm of his hand.

"Husband, I'll help you wash all the clothes. You can wash your underwear yourself. I love you." After finishing speaking, he calmly took the washed clothes and went downstairs to dry them.

Chu Guannan stood in place, his Adam's apple slid up and down.

For a long while, he silently looked at the underwear in his hand, the sound of his heartbeat was too loud.

After everyone washed up, the program team asked them to gather in the banquet hall.

Gu Muci was wearing a silk nightgown, her hair was pulled up to one side, and she was pure and charming without makeup.

She subconsciously looked at Chu Guannan.

Although everyone else came down in their pajamas, Chu Guannan was still neatly dressed, his freshly blow-dried hair was slightly disheveled, which instantly lowered his age by five years.

But he, who is so well-dressed, is doing very strange things.

He was holding a thin white foot in his hand, a layer of skin had fallen off the back of the foot, and it was still oozing blood, and he was skillfully applying medicine to the foot with a cotton swab.

The owner of the foot raised his hand and pulled his arm, crying softly in pain.

Gu Muci lowered her head, bit her lower lip lightly with her white teeth.

"The first day of filming is over, everyone has worked hard." The MC applauded warmly.

The guests also applauded mechanically.

Chu Guannan didn't look up, he was busy applying medicine to An Rao.

"We have received a lot of private messages from the audience, and selected a few questions with the highest repetition rate to ask the guests."

Most of the guests secretly poked and prayed to ask them questions, so that they could get more shots.

An Rao: Sleepiness... when will it end.

"The first question was asked by the audience to Ms. Gu Muci. As we all know, Muci and Teacher Chu have starred in a suspense drama before, in which they played a couple. If they form a couple, then, is it true that Mu Ci is acting like a fake and really fell in love with Teacher Chu?"

Gu Muci was taken aback for a moment, then slowly looked at Chu Guannan.

He still lowered his head to apply the medicine, his brows and eyes drooped slightly, as if he didn't pay attention to this side at all.

But his legal object, An Rao, was looking at him curiously.

Gu Muci wrung his fingers with an embarrassing expression on his face.

"I..." She faltered, her fingers turned red.

"Let's talk, isn't your interview in the pilot film quite good?" Du Yueling was annoyed by her babbling, so she opened up directly.

"No, it's just because Teacher Chu and I have known each other relatively early." Gu Muci heaved a sigh of relief, raised his head, his almond eyes curved.

The MC raised her eyebrows. Anyway, that's what she said. As for how true or false, the audience has their own set of criteria for judging.

"Then the next question, some viewers asked Jing Xi, will this trip to the UK bring you different feelings?"

Lin Jingxi pursed his lips and smiled, and said calmly: "Although foreign countries have different styles, I love my country more, and I only have special feelings for my country."

Very standard answer, even the director was overwhelmed by his unhypocritical and unaffected answer, nodding in relief frequently.

On the other hand, during the day, the VJ who followed the filming committed an embarrassing cancer by grabbing the ground with his toes.

An Rao blinked, and there was an emotionless smile on the corner of his lips.

"Okay, the next question, the audience asked Mr. Chu, your heart beat faster after seeing An Rao cut off his hand yesterday, may I ask if it was a moment of nervousness or... more heartache."

The other guests immediately looked at Chu Guannan in unison.

Seeing how Chu Guannan was holding An Rao's foot for a long time, everyone can probably guess seven or eight points.

But they were all curious about how Chu Guannan would answer.

"Both." Chu Guannan answered neatly.

"Seeing blood and being nervous is caused by physiology, and it is human nature to feel distressed when family members are injured."

The director couldn't help giving a thumbs up: Come on, everyone, hurry up and copy your homework. Next time you are asked this kind of question, you know how to answer it.

Chu Guannan called An Rao not his wife or lover, but "family".

Compared with lover, the word family deepens the emotional level, and it is indeed very reasonable for husband and wife to call family.

"Then the last question is the audience's question to Teacher Shen Weizhou. Everyone is actually very curious about the fact that you and Ms. Du Yueling are in a group. Do you have any special feelings for Ms. Du Yueling?"

Before Shen Weizhou could say no, Du Yueling straightened up and snorted coldly:

"I'm afraid it wasn't planned for a long time. Just now he sniffed my socks. It's disgusting."

Guests:! !

Only then did An Rao realize that he was washing Du Yueling's socks, and he wondered why one was missing later, and it turned out that it was stolen by Shen Weizhou.

It's also normal. Although Du Yueling is unruly and willful, she has a good appearance and a straightforward personality. People who appreciate this kind of personality will like her very much.

"I want to know that it's your sock, so I'll throw Mars backhand." Shen Weizhou was originally unhappy because of this bullshit grouping, and he made this kind of oolong again.

Now he really wished he could grab An Rao and run away.

One by one, what the hell.

"Huh? So whose socks are you trying to steal?" MC said with a cheap smile.

Shen Weizhou was in a daze, and subconsciously looked at An Rao.

An Rao was also looking at him with burning eyes.

He took a deep breath and stood up: "It's okay, I'm going back to rest if I'm okay."

It's too embarrassing, now An Rao must have misunderstood him as a pervert, and his glorious and stalwart image collapsed...

An Rao: It doesn't exist, it feels abnormal from the beginning.

Before going to bed, An Rao took Desco's receipt to record the expenses.

As he wrote, the nib stopped.

"Didn't you say that you have to wait until after six o'clock to buy meat? Look, what you bought is more than a pound more expensive."

Chu Guannan was silent, his eyes froze at a certain point.

Although the meat after six o'clock is cheap, the quality is not good.

I don't care, I haven't eaten dinner for a long time in order to maintain my figure.

But some people...

He glanced at An Rao.

"We still have a lot of things to buy, my husband—" An Rao suddenly climbed onto the bed, threw himself into Chu Guannan's arms, and rubbed his cheeks, "We must live frugally, after eating this meal, we don't know when the next meal will be. .”

As he spoke, he quietly glanced at the monitor in the corner of his eye.

As long as you show some intimacy, you won't have to suffer from the [-]-kilometer walk.

Although it was Chu Guannan who suffered more.

"You are always like this." Chu Guannan suddenly said this without beginning or end.

"what?"

"As long as your request is not met, I will act like a baby." Chu Guannan's eyes darkened.

When An Rao heard it, it was exactly what he wanted, and he simply pawed his body with his hands and feet, moaning and moaning.

dislike?Then you have to fight against him, get a divorce quickly, hurry up.

Tired of being dawdled, Chu Guannan turned over and pressed the person under him, holding An Rao's hands above his head.

"Do you know that when people lose their minds, they don't know what to like or what to hate?"

His black jade eyes are like bottomless glaciers, but there seems to be a small flame burning in the middle of the pupils.

He slid one hand into An Rao's skirt, and gently attached it to the soft flesh.

"Want to try?"

Wherever the fingertips touch, ignite a raging fire.

An Rao was so frightened that he almost called out "Dad".

What does Chu Guannan want to do? He shouldn't be in heat. What's going on with that look? It's kind of scary...

He shivered and curled up in resistance.

Only then did Chu Guannan let him go, buttoned him up, and covered him with the quilt: "Be obedient, go to bed early."

How could An Rao dare to sleep? As a man, of course he knows what a man's virtues are, and he might be in heat for the second time in the middle of the night and give him the Fa-rectification on the spot.

He didn't dare to close his eyes, and kept his ears up, quietly listening to the movement around him.

After lying like this for a while, I felt a little relieved when I heard that there was no unnecessary movement next to me.

Just when he was drowsy, the people around him suddenly lifted the quilt and sat up.

The author says:

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!