My old enemy always wants to kiss me [Entertainment Circle Ancient Times]

Song Yicen's follow-up photographer, Xiao Jia, glanced triumphantly at Lin Cong's follow-up photographer, Xiao Zhen, who was stunned.

With Song Yicen around, Lin and Song caught three big fat fish casually, Yang Muyi and Su Lan still didn't come back from the vegetable garden, while Meng Xin and Du Qing were catching chickens all over the yard.

Meng and Du let a rooster out of the chicken coop, and wanted the three dogs to help catch it.Unexpectedly, the three dogs were very cowardly, and they lined up six or seven steps away from the target chicken, barking aggressively.Wherever the target chicken ran, the three dogs followed him step by step, but they always kept a distance of six or seven steps from it, not daring to go forward.

Song Yicen happily poured the fish into the water basin, and took Xiao Jia to hold the camera on the fish's face, saying that it was to let the audience see clearly how fat and how big the fish was.

Meng Xin ran out of breath, her hair was messed up, and she was so tired that she stood there with her hips on her hips and asked Lin Cong angrily, "Why are you catching fish faster than we are catching chickens? If I knew it was so easy to catch fish, then we should go for it." ah."

Lin Cong spread his hands and rolled up his sleeves to wash his hands.

Compared to Meng Xin's embarrassment, Du Qing was trying to maintain elegance all the time - he ran a few steps slowly, and then stretched out his hand slightly, it didn't look like he was catching a chicken, but it looked like a foreigner jumping Big rope for prayer.

Meng Xin came over to pull Song Yicen: "Yicen, you're fine anyway, come and help my sister catch chickens, if you can't catch chickens, you're in a hurry."

Du Qing has a good relationship with Meng Xin, so he turned his head and smiled at her when he heard it: "Catch the chicken, are you talking about stand-up comedy?"

When Lin Cong came out after washing his hands, he saw Song Yicen picked up a bamboo basket, bent down and threw himself at the proud rooster.

Naturally, a rooster that has experienced many battles will not be caught without a fight. It flaps its wings and turns around and runs away.

... didn't run out.

The rooster tripped over the broom, did not run half a step with one leg, and hurriedly kept up with the other leg, so as not to fall over on its back.

But in this half-second accident, Song Yicen's bamboo basket covered his head.

Buckle the bamboo basket and press it hard again.

Get it done.

Song Yicen's movements were smooth and smooth, and Meng Xin was dumbfounded.

Lin Cong, who was watching the excitement, smiled slightly.

The rooster kept crowing in the bamboo basket, trying to struggle. Song Yicen was afraid that it would escape, so he pressed himself against the bamboo basket and dared not move. When he looked up and saw Lin Cong, he hurriedly waved to him: "Mr. Lin, come quickly!" , help catch this chicken."

When Meng Xin saw Lin Cong coming over, shaking the water in his hands, he laughed and said, "You washed your hands for nothing."

Lin Cong took the chicken to be processed, Song Yicen finished washing his hands, and sat on the mat to watch Yang Muyi and Su Lan who had just returned from picking vegetables wash the vegetables: "Eating a meal is really not easy."

The sun had already set, and a few yellow stars hung in the dark blue sky, bright and conspicuous.

"It's not easy?" Meng Xin moved a pony to sit next to her. "It's not easy for you. I heard that you catch fish every time. What's the matter? Small animal terminator?"

Lin Cong and Du Qing made dinner, a plate of spicy chicken, some braised fish, a handful of fried seasonal vegetables, and a pot of chicken soup.

Song Yicen didn't eat all afternoon, so he was already hungry. In addition, Lin Cong and Du Qing were both masters of cooking, so he gorged himself and ate without image, but he was satisfied.

Seeing that he was eating in a hurry, Lin Cong took out half of the fish and picked out the bones for him.

While the six guests were eating, the director team was discussing urgently.

It was unexpected for the guests to get the chicken and fish so quickly.According to their estimation, catching chickens and fishes will toss the guests to their knees and defeat them.They have experience, and the ratings of the shows that toss the guests are good, because the audience likes to watch this kind of plot.

But now an Ouhuang Song Yicen appeared out of thin air, ironing out the ups and downs of the plot so that it remained calm.The show had a good start, otherwise what would have happened?

Song Yicen ate happily, but he had no idea what kind of trouble he had caused the program crew.

After dinner, everyone chatted and sang symbolically, and Song Yicen proposed to go to sleep.He was on the road and working again. After a long day, he was tired and sleepy.

There are two bedrooms in the courtyard, and each bedroom has a bunk.

Song Yicen was in trouble looking at Datong's shop. If he was asked to sleep with someone else, he would not be able to sleep.

Lin Cong handed over a set of pajamas and a coat: "Put on mine first."

Song Yicen looked at Lin Cong, who was 1.9 meters tall, and then looked at Yang Muyi, who was walking out of the bedroom at 1.8 meters and was as tall as him. He wondered if Yang Muyi's clothes fit him better?

Lin Cong saw right through Song Yicen's Xiao Jiujiu at a glance. This person actually wanted to wear other people's clothes?He stuffed the pajamas into his arms: "Trouble, take it."

"that……"

Song Yicen was interrupted by Lin Cong just after he said two words: "You can wear it as soon as you are told, and you still want to trouble someone you don't know well? You are really thick-skinned."

"Ah?" Song Yicen looked confused, "I just want to ask, can you lend me, uh," he chose his words, "Well, do you wear underwear?"

Lin Cong was stunned for a moment, but after he realized it, his face blushed suspiciously.

He turned around and dug out a few new pairs of underpants with the trademarks that hadn't been removed from the box and threw them to Song Yicen. Without saying a word, he took the washbasin, toothbrush, toothpaste and a change of clothes and left.

Song Yicen, who was left with an inexplicable expression, couldn't figure out why this person was unhappy again. His mood was really fickle. He was exactly the same as the regent in his previous life. No wonder he had the same name and surname.

After washing up, Song Yicen occupied the bed next to the wall and wrapped himself tightly in a quilt.

Yang Muyi looked at Song Yicen who was wrapped into a ball amusedly, and asked, "You choose a bed?"

"Well, forget it." Song Yicen's voice came from under the quilt, muffled, "I'm a little worried about insomnia."

Lin Cong glanced at him, said nothing, turned off the light, and lay down next to him.

Everyone is tired.As soon as the lights went out, there was a sound of steady breathing soon, as if he had fallen asleep.

I don't know anyone who fell asleep so easily.

Song Yicen's brows were frowning with worry, he really couldn't sleep with someone else, he thought in a daze, he probably wouldn't sleep all night tonight...

...had...

……what?

Song Yicen felt that someone was patting his face.

As soon as he opened his eyes, the room was filled with soft and bright sunlight, which was the unique sunshine in the morning.

Yang Muyi had already put on his clothes, and said with a smile: "I don't know who said last night that he would suffer from insomnia, but he fell asleep and snored in less than 3 minutes."

Song Yicen choked in his throat with a mouthful of saliva: "I snore?"

"It doesn't count." Yang Muyi thought that he was burdened by an idol, and quickly said, "Well, after falling asleep, the breathing will be a little deeper. Little Naihu."

Lin Congxin said, "Little naihu, she's quite cute."