It’s so cruel to make the prince cry! Goddess, her vest fell off

I don’t dare push people into a hurry anymore.

Mu Zeqian left on his own because he was busy with official duties.

Baiyang never got out of the car during the entire journey.

The members of the program crew received "passing orders" and were released one after another.

Once in the car.

Boss Zhuo's face was as dark as cinders.

"Are you ok?"

While talking, he occupied the seat forcefully.

The other people who got on the bus at the back looked down and took a seat in the front row.

Fortunately, there are only a few people in China and Pakistan.

Waiting for everyone.

With police cars clearing the way in front and behind, the group of people managed to return to the villa without any danger.

Maybe it's because it's really too late.

Or maybe everyone was frightened.

The program team put everyone in the room.

Decided to do apheresis early the next morning.

Baiyang stayed alone in the bathroom of the suite for a long time.

When I entered, I was carrying a large bag of clothes.

Same thing when it comes out.

A dreamless night.

The next day was cloudy.

It was still a little brighter at six or seven in the morning.

By eight or nine o'clock, it's time to go out.

The sky was dim, and the blue-black color was hidden in the yellowing "filter", shrouding the entire Kyoto in the tense danger of an impending storm.

Baiyang still got up very early.

Holding up the phone, I walked slowly on the treadmill for almost half an hour before slowly picking up the speed.

The "accompanying doctor" discovered that the little prince's heart rate was abnormal.

Ridiculously high.

I wanted someone to come down and check, but since the little prince was really moving, it was hard to tell whether it was because of the variable speed running.

Wait and wait.

Wait until Young Master Bai has been doing "intense exercise" for at least half an hour.

The accompanying doctor looked at the heart rate curve with a downward trend and fell into deep self-doubt...

While the accompanying doctor was holding his laptop and thinking hard, he even started to look up information.

Other guests also came up one after another.

Zeng Yifan was the second artist to go down to the living room on the first floor.

Seeing the young man sweating profusely, his mouth formed an O shape in fear.

"Xiao Yang got up so early?"

Have you started recording? No one notified him?

its not right!

Zeng Yifan raised the mechanical watch on his wrist.

Isn't it just early seven o'clock? The big boss hasn’t even gotten up yet!

The lights in the second-floor living room weren't even on yet.

Are all young people today curled up like this?

No script?

It was not good to just mutter blindly by myself. When Zeng Yifan saw Bai Yang pressing the pause button on the treadmill, he quickly stepped forward to say hello:

"The temperature is expected to drop significantly today, and it's quite cold in the house."

"Xiaoyang, go back and change quickly. It's not good if you catch a cold!"

The cold little sheep is serious now. It should be said that since the incident last night, it seems that he has closed himself off again.

But everyone was in bad shape at the time.

Haven't reacted yet.

The director thought that the young master had almost finished venting now.

Also step into the shot.

"Teacher Bai, have you brought enough clothes? The temperature has dropped suddenly. Why don't you make a phone call to add more clothes?"

"We have a washer and dryer on the terrace on the third floor, or should we wash it?"

The director still held a few B5 cards in his hand. At this point, the program team had just gotten up and was having a morning meeting.

The rhythm was interrupted by Young Master Bai, who they had just remembered had the habit of doing morning exercise.

The cold little sheep didn't shake his head or wave his hands.

Just a cold "No need."

Then she bent down and picked up the sports towel casually placed on the art bar in front of her.

The thin, red lips didn't even have a hint of joy or anger.

The director was extremely confused when he saw it.

Son, why don't you demolish your home?

If it doesn’t work, it’s okay to shake the big boss up and discuss things with you.

But don’t be so world-weary, the air pressure is almost as high as the sky outside, and it seems to have stagnated to the point of the spiritual world that is within reach!

The cold lamb didn't hesitate.

This time it took less than ten minutes to wash and tidy up.

Going downstairs again, the lights are bright.

Uncle Zhuo put one hand on the armrest of the sofa and rested his chin on the palm of his hand.

The moment I walked downstairs from Tournesol, my eyes never left.

When people came closer, Uncle Zhuo said in a "dad-like" manner: "Shall we talk?"

"No need." Qing Leng Xiaoyang still had this half-dead attitude.

The distance between Uncle Zhuo's eyebrows became even tighter.

"Are you stressed again?"

One thing to say, TT is quite difficult to raise.

No wonder it used to be hidden behind a microphone.

He suffers as soon as he goes out, and he has a physique that can be stressed in minutes.

It's really... there are so many flaws, I don't know where to complain.

The cold little sheep's mind is now full of "John stole the program that she was just one step away from completing!"

"Why did John know she was cheating?"

"Why did John take her job?"

"It won't do anything good for John! No, he must be sick!"

... There are a hundred thousand whys in the sheep's head.

The mood is indeed foggy.

Some students have already been arrested for this matter, but the Luo family's hand continues to increase pressure.

In addition to this, the Sox family, which is almost equal to the Luo family in the beautiful country, seems to have come to an end, but it is difficult to judge the authenticity.

So what happened to the world?

Isn't she doing something very niche?

Why, all of a sudden the big names emerged.

The phone is vibrating.

again and again.

The living room was still quiet.

It was so quiet that you could almost hear the drop of a pin, and so quiet that the sound of the phone vibrating could almost reach the ears of everyone present.

Young Master Bai was so preoccupied that he couldn't hear anything.

Zeng Yifan, who was in the open kitchen and was about to change a cup for the freshly brewed coffee: ...that's it, no one dares to believe Master Bai when he says everything is fine! Help!

Don't dare to vent your anger.

Zhuo Jinqing waited and waited.

Still angrily, he stretched out his hand and snapped his fingers in front of the dazed sheep.

Baiyang:? ? ?

Snapped back to reality.

Is everyone looking at her?

"What?"

Be puzzled, ask questions, and do not accept refutation.

Uncle Zhuo: "Your love machine is trembling."

Program Team: The Big Boss knows how to describe it!

The dazed lamb scratched his head, "No!"

Get your phone back from the couch.

Uncle Zhuo smiled, "Maybe he was anxious to death!"

Zeng Yifan silently walked back to the refrigerator.

American style is too fast.

Let’s get a latte!

The big boss's current state is no different from how he usually talks venomously for as long as the meeting lasts.

His life is also his life.

Make it more complicated...

The dazed little sheep said "Hey!" and covered his penis.

"Unlucky him, he doesn't like to hear it!"

Finally some "human" reaction.

The dazed little sheep hummed before unlocking the phone.

"No one is looking for him..." Looking at the little green bubble, there was no news.

Look at notifications and missed calls, there are none!

I am 100% sure that I was tricked by Uncle Zhuo.

If Yang Zai is angry, he will pinch Uncle Zhuo's neck.

Zhuo Jinqing didn't move his buttocks, and there were many fake looks.

Before he was about to be "strangled by sheep's paws", he pointed to the opposite camera lens: "The truth cannot be killed, you can go and verify it!"