Everyone is fascinated by his tea

It felt wet and sticky, as if something was sucking him.

Zhou Chao waved his hand and touched his soft ears, "Oh, Gu Yan, don't make trouble!"

"Yeah? Eeeeeeeee!"

A soft voice rang in my ears, this, this is not Gu Yan!

Zhou Chao sat up startled with the fried chicken nest head on his head, staring at the small ball of children on the bed, with their black eyeballs, and Zhou Chao glared at me and at you.

Zhou Chao was stunned for a while.

Festival... Are the show crew joking with him?

It's scary.

The child looked fearless, gave him two "hey hey" and was about to climb up along Zhou Chao's arm.

Zhou Chao had never learned how to hold a child, and was afraid that the child would fall, so he had no choice but to carry him out of the room like a princess.

As soon as Gu Yan turned his head, he saw Zhou Chao and the child in his arms with an incredulous expression on his face.

"The task list sent by the program team." Gu Yan handed him a meal while feeding him, "The child is called egg tart, and our task is to bring the egg tart..."

Zhou Chao raised his eyebrows lightly, obviously he couldn't accept anything worse than raising a child.

Gu Yan pursed his lips, and the rimless glasses made him more elegant, "Selling pigs."

"Selling pigs?" Zhou Chao raised his eyebrows and looked around, "Pigs?"

It is rare to see such a confused look on Zhou Chao's face, like a frightened rabbit.

The broken hair on the forehead blocked the restless eyebrows, and Gu Yan blocked the camera. After all, he didn't do anything to Zhou Chao, "It has to be bought with money."

"300 yuan? How could someone sell it to us!" Zhou Chao felt like he was going to collapse, these days the little piggies are precious!

Gu Yan glanced at the baby in his arms, and teased Zhou Chao word by word like Ling Chi, "Then we have to buy milk powder for egg tarts and diapers. We will be with him for the next two days."

With an 'ah' sound, Zhou Chao poked the glutinous egg tart in his bosom, "Small egg tart, you can't eat too much."

After a hasty breakfast, the two came to the market with egg tarts, Zhou Chao pushed Gu Yan, and Gu Yan held the egg tarts, just like the husband and wife at home went out to buy vegetables.

If it weren't for the two people's good looks, this combination would be inexplicably...funny.

Pengdu is not only a tourist city, but also a university town. Obviously, there are not a few college students who eat here in the morning.

The appearance of Zhou Chao undoubtedly caused a commotion here.

Even though Zhou Chao had been packed tightly, many people were still looking this way.

The child changed into a baseball cap today, put on a light blue sweater, and slung the cloth pocket for the egg tart.

At first glance, he was still a child of seventeen or eighteen.

"Is that Zhou Qi?"

A classmate who was buried in tofu suddenly raised his head, and his eyes were locked on the boy pushing the wheelchair, "Damn! It's really me! Is this fucking too tender???"

"Sure enough, it's Song Qingzhi's original stop. I'm a mother. I've seen a modern official picture drawn by a lady. It's fucking like my brother!"

"I've heard that Zhou Chao is coming here to film a show," the group of people stared at Zhou Chao, "I called you to have breakfast today, why are you standing there, you want an autograph!"

"Excited fart, is this excited? Looking back, there is a Bentley following behind. I really think about how to marry Zhou Chao every day [smile] [smile]"

"You're thinking about farts! Yesterday I watched "The Burial" and cried so much, I saw a real person today! Brother, you pay me for my tears!"

"What's going on? Didn't you see that I'm filming a variety show! "Hello" is hateful, I'm just an adult, let me take care of the child? By the way, why is he pushing that amateur friend, why is he still in a wheelchair? "

"Fuck, that man in the wheelchair is so handsome! Is this the legendary disabled boss?"

"Porridge! Mama, please! Look over here!"

Fans on the side of the road shouted his name one by one. If the security guards hadn't stopped him tightly, Zhou Chao would have been torn apart by these people.

"A lot of sweet porridge."

Since "The Burial" was broadcast, the number of Zhou Chao's fans has increased dramatically.

But it's very different when you meet a serious sweet porridge living person.

He grinned, took out the scarf from his cloth pocket, wrapped it carefully around Gu Yan, and raised his face, "Wrap it tightly for you, lest Tian Yu envy me, there is such a good-looking friend as Gu Yan!"

Originally, the cloth pocket was filled with egg tarts, but fortunately, Zhou Yang thought about it and brought a scarf for Gu Yan.

Gu Yan saw his own reflection from the glass door of the shop opposite, and was stunned for a moment, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

The lower half of his face was tightly covered by the scarf, and he could vaguely smell the faint milky smell from Zhou Yang's body.

The egg tart in his arms seemed to be frightened, and kept crying.

"Maybe you're hungry?" Gu Yan raised his head holding the egg tart, and motioned to Zhou Chao to a nearby piggy seller, "Chang, I'm going to negotiate with the boss, and you go make milk powder for the egg tart?"

Zhou Chao nodded, holding his cloth pocket and going from house to house looking for hot water.

The weather now is no longer as hot as when he was filming. He filled up the milk powder at home, and it would be cold in all likelihood.

There are many vegetable shops in the market, and most people bring their own water glasses. It is not so easy to find a clean restaurant.

Zhou Chao hurriedly pushed Gu Yan to the side of the road, and then greeted the security guards on the side, asking them to take care of Gu Yan and egg tarts.

He took out the bulk milk powder donated by the program group from his cloth pocket, asked the program group again, and then walked towards a KFC across the road.

"Song Ran?" The classmate next to him pushed him, "What are you doing, eating? There will be Professor Wu's class later, how dare you be late for his class?"

"…Um."

Only then did Song Ran come back to his senses, but his eyes were still fixed on Gu Yan who was not far away.

Such a gentle and elegant person, why is he willing to participate in such a nutritious program for the sake of Zhou Chao?The man who was supposed to be all-powerful in the mall, now entered such a dirty shop because of Zhou Yang.

The grievance in his heart became more and more intense, and Song Ran didn't know how he was inferior to Zhou Yang.

Clenching the chopsticks tightly at the fingertips, Song Ran got up and said to the classmates beside him: "You eat first, I'm not feeling well."

The classmates next to him didn't have time to wonder, Song Ranren had disappeared.

In the KFC store, "The Funeral" is still playing on the TV hanging on the wall.

As soon as Zhou Chao entered the store, it was silent for a moment, and then suddenly became agitated.

The lady clerk was stunned for a moment, covered her mouth for a long time and couldn't speak excitedly, "Porridge porridge... porridge porridge?"

Zhou Chao nodded, embarrassedly handed the bottle to the young lady, and repeatedly asked them to put some hot water in it.

The young lady obviously didn't want to make milk powder, so she just chatted with Zhou Chao, and handed the milk bottle to a boy in shop uniform behind her.

"Congee Congee, can you sign for me?"

While staring at the boy pouring hot water, Zhou Chao signed for the young lady.

"Oh," the young lady was not at ease when she saw Zhou Chao, she turned and glanced at the boy, "Why is it so slow to make milk powder?"

"...Eh, why haven't I seen you?"

"I haven't been here for long," the boy nodded shyly, and lowered the brim of his hat with the KFC logo, "I'll be fine soon."

After receiving the bottle, Zhou Chao felt a little hot to touch, fearing that the egg tart would be scalded, so he ordered a few drops of milk on his hand and licked it. The pungent sweet mango rushed straight to his nose.

Zhou Chao shook his dizzy head, "...Why does it taste like mango?"

All of a sudden, the world was spinning, and Zhou Chao felt the back of his head hit the ground heavily, and then he heard the sound of the milk bottle falling on the ground.

The screams and noises of countless people poured in.

#周闱纯纯病量# instantly became the number one hot search, and even within half an hour, the hot search tag changed from 'hot' to 'explosive'.

There was a lot of scolding under the program's official Weibo.

[Zhou Zhou Zhou Zhou: The show crew wants to fart?Zhou Chi mango allergy is known to the whole world, right? ? ? ?Also, don’t you think the show crew is disgusting? How can I sell it for 300 yuan to make up four or five hundred for milk powder?Zhou Chao is an actor, isn't he a professional pig seller? 】【Tuan Zai: It's really amazing. In the last season, a guest didn't eat for a whole day. Have you already started joking with your life in this episode? 】【Antihypertensive drugs: Has the program team issued a statement yet?As for what happened just now, if it wasn't revealed by a nearby college student, how long would you plan to hide it?You want to laugh, but you are still controlling the review? 】【9999: Could it be that Zhou Chao did it on his own?Did someone force him to try milk powder? 】【Stupid floating around: You are the only one who is amazing, I am really laughing, if you don’t have children in your family, I hope you boil the water every day, how good it is, it just burns your brainless cells. 】

When Wen Dong and Zhou Min received the news, they rushed over without stopping, but they didn't dare to inform Mr. Zhou.

In Pengdu City Hospital, the red light in the operating room is still on.

At the end of the long corridor, Gu Yan was sitting with his eyes downcast, his back slightly bowed, the darkness in those eyes seemed to be rolling in a frying pan, it was An's unbearable restlessness.

The despondency around him sank to the bottom.

The child who was saying goodbye to him one second, arrived at the hospital the next second, and he became like this right in front of him.

Rao Wendong has never seen Gu Yan like this.

"Xiaoqiu had a similar situation before." Wen Dong paused, not sure about it for the first time, "I found out earlier this time..."

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Min's furious voice could already be heard in the corridor.

"Can you run this show? How are you responsible for the safety of the artist's life?"

"I don't care what you do, don't make excuses for me here!"

"Three days, if I can't find out, don't give me this fucking show!"

I was taken aback for a moment, and before I could think of who this person was, the phone had already hung up.

Zhou Min has a big temper. When Zhou Chao was a child, one time was enough for him. Now that his younger brother has finally survived, and it has become like this again in the program group, who can bear it?

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Min stood in front of the window in the corridor, hearing the sound of 'tick-tick-tick' surgery, which made people feel even more uneasy.

"Brother Min," Wen Dong was at eye level with him, took the cigarette from his hand, and threw it into the trash can beside him, "Don't worry, this time is far less bad than last time."

"I should have followed him."

Zhou Min's expression was gloomy, and he let out a puff of smoke.

There was a moment of silence, as if he had finally given in, resting his head on Wen Dong's shoulder, and pulling him into his arms, his voice was hoarse, "It has nothing to do with you."

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