Dressed as a villain’s own mother, I became a popular child variety show by relying on sand sculptur

When the train arrived at the station, it was almost noon. The sun was shining brightly on the ground, but the air was bitingly cold, making even breathing painful.

Time was running out, and Jiang Mingzhu had no time to look at her phone.

If you have time, close your eyes and take a nap, otherwise you will hardly be able to open them.

Jiang Mingzhu was still wearing her valuable suit and skirt, and a pair of high-heeled leather boots.

In the imperial capital, private cars have air conditioning, restaurants, homes, shopping malls... wherever she goes, the temperature is always suitable no matter the season.

It's okay to be on the train because it's daytime. If it were night, it would be very cold.

When Jiang Mingzhu got off the train, she looked at the crowds of people around her in confusion and let out an earth-shattering sneeze.

"Aqiu!"

As soon as he sneezed, he suddenly woke up, and the cold wind went straight into his brain.

"Hey...why is it so cold?" Jiang Baoyu, who was only wearing a jacket and a black sweatshirt, couldn't help but shrink.

Jiang Mingzhu hugged herself with both hands, found a shelter from the wind, and shiveringly took out her mobile phone and made a call.

Netizens and on-site staff were still guessing who the call was to.

It didn't take long for them to see what money power was.

Jiang Mingzhu sniffed and hugged herself tightly: "Brother, let's get out quickly, they are almost here."

Outside the station, a high-end black car parked slowly in front of Jiang Mingzhu. A secretary-looking person in a suit and leather shoes respectfully handed over two very warm and thick down jackets.

Jiang Mingzhu wrapped herself tightly and asked, "Do you have a scarf, hat, or gloves?"

The secretary quickly returned to the car and took out several boxes from the back seat. The logos printed on them could not block them. The secretary said, "It's the brand you usually like to wear."

Jiang Mingzhu's nose almost froze, so she quickly took it apart and armed herself with scarves and hats.

Finally, put on the gloves again.

"I never thought that there could be such a cold place. Except for snow-capped mountains." Snow-capped mountains can be skied. What is there in this place?

Jiang Mingzhu's head, which was almost frozen by the cold wind, shook again and again.

In a daze, she heard the voice coming from Jiang Baoyu.

"Regret it?"

Jiang Mingzhu's brain, which was almost dull due to the cold, reacted for a few seconds, and she said in a daze: "I...is it too late to regret it now?"

Jiang Baoyu slowly zipped up his down jacket and glanced at her: "Of course, you can go back by yourself."

"??? What do you mean, you won't come with me?"

Crowd:? ? ?

The staff on site looked at each other and were all stunned.

Is what Jiang Mingzhu said true?

It wasn't until this moment that everyone realized that Jiang Mingzhu was not joking when she said she wanted to regret it. It seemed to be true.

Because of the conversation between the Jiang brothers and sisters, there was another wave of discussion in the live broadcast room.

[You are so arrogant. If you say you regret it, then you regret it. 】

[If A-list celebrities want to regret it, they have to consider the liquidated damages. 】

[I said this regretfully, as if I wanted to go home. It’s so easy...]

[No, no, no, are you regretting it before the show even starts? 】

[Don't go, I haven't seen enough yet...]

[Is it because you were laughed at by the uncle on the train? 】

Jiang Baoyu's next words quickly dispelled Jiang Mingzhu's decision: "If you want to leave, leave quickly, but don't wait until you go home and regret it and think about it again. Your fans are watching, so don't slap yourself in the face." , let others look down upon you.”

Jiang Mingzhu looked gloomy, but after hearing these words, she suddenly became energetic.

"Fans? I have fans?"

Jiang Baoyu took her mobile phone, clicked on the live broadcast room screen, and showed it to her.

Jiang Mingzhu saw herself wrapped like a polar bear, standing shivering in the cold wind.

But that's not the point.

The point is, there are so many people in her live broadcast room, there are actually more than one million!

Netizens saw that the guest himself was actually watching the live broadcast. The number of barrages on the public screen increased instantly, and blockbuster barrages flew by quickly.

[We are all your fans, little sister, don’t leave. 】

[If you haven’t seen enough, don’t leave. 】

[(crying) Stay...]

[Netizens have already scolded that smelly uncle for you, don’t leave. 】

Occasionally, a few barrages flashed by, mentioning Jiang Mingzhu being laughed at on the train.

Jiang Mingzhu's face looked a little ugly, but fortunately the scarf covered half of her face, so her expression couldn't be seen clearly.

She chose not to see it.

As if to echo Jiang Baoyu's words, Jiang Mingzhu's few fans frantically posted comments.

Of course, most of them are pretended by passers-by and netizens.

It took a lot of effort to get a big shot, but he left immediately to see where he could have fun.

Jiang Mingzhu was indeed moved. She spoke, and a white mist passed through the scarf and dissipated in the air. she says:

"Since the fans want me to stay so much, I am willing to persist for them."

**

Jiang Mingzhu and Jiang Baoyu were the last group of guests to arrive in Dongli Township.

When Jiang Mingzhu was carrying the salute and was walking with difficulty on the bumpy country roads of Dongli Township, she looked up and suddenly saw a group of country people gathered under a telegraph pole not far away.

There were men and women in this group of people, all wrapped in thick cotton clothes and coats. Of course, from Jiang Mingzhu's point of view, they were extremely ordinary.

Some people even wore colorful triangle scarves around their heads and colorful cotton-padded jackets!

It's so ugly.

Jiang Mingzhu wanted to smile, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.

But the next second, the man turned his head, and there was a stunning face wrapped under the colorful triangle scarf.

Jiang Mingzhu: “…………”

Why is it that I suddenly lose my sense of style? Sure enough, the completion of fashion depends on your face.

The woman was wrapped in a floral cotton-padded jacket and had her hands tucked into the sleeves of the floral cotton-padded jacket. She had a very simple and honest image.

She stood among a group of country villagers and looked over with everyone, blending in perfectly with the villagers.

Deserted be like↑

Jiang Mingzhu narrowed her eyes, not sure at first.

But that face... there was no other face in the whole country of China, so she was sure——

This woman, whose outfit is more tacky than tacky, is indeed deserted.

Jiang Mingzhu saw it, and so did the netizens in her live broadcast room.

Their pupils were shocked.

【Desolate? ? You and I……】

[What are you doing with your face! 】

[The perfection of fashion depends on the face. This is indeed true. 】

[Look at my new emoticon package (screenshot) (plain.jpg)]

[Take it away, it’s so cute. 】

[Isn’t this nice? It’s all colorful and colorful. It’s so festive. 】

[Everything looks good on her, but it would be a disaster (cracked) on me]

[Leng Qingqing Xiti is the most trendy outfit this year. She is indeed a woman who is at the forefront of fashion. 】

[I really want Ait Tubai and Beavis to come and see...]

[You must have stolen all the bamboo shoots from the giant panda upstairs. 】

Jiang Mingzhu's eyes suddenly fell to the side, frowning, looking very confused.

She saw several children playing tops together in twos and threes.

In fact, Jiang Mingzhu didn't know what kind of game it was, but she recognized that the thing spinning on the ground was a wooden top, which was quite big.

There was a little boy squatting on the ground, wearing a famous red and green cotton-padded jacket given to him by someone unknown, with holes in the sleeves and elbows.

He wore a military green felt hat on his head, with his curled hair exposed from the edge of the hat. He looked dirty, like a street kid.

If it weren't for the little boy's smiling face, if it weren't for his beautiful face that was completely different from the children around him, Jiang Mingzhu wouldn't have recognized it at all. This little country bumpkin was actually the well-behaved and beautiful little boy.

Jiang Mingzhu heard her slightly trembling, high-pitched voice: "Ye Fei?!"

Desolate... what has she done!