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"What am I going to do?"

"We're listening to it with excitement!"

"Ah! The beautiful female ghost sister has run away."

At the same time that Yan Huai broke in, the singing and dancing female ghost seemed to be frightened, and hurried away with her red dress fluttering.

Yan Huai was so anxious that he didn't care about others, he sat beside Song Zhi's bed. "Are you okay?"

"No, nothing." The half of the potato chips in Song Zhi's hand was hanging in the air. He glanced at the wall that had been kicked into a hole, but he still hadn't reacted.

Yan Huai looked around, except for the secret door he broke, there was no sign of forced entry in the room, "Did she come in through the door?"

Song Zhi nodded, still considering whether to stuff the potato chips into her mouth.

Yan Huai pinched the bridge of his nose, he really did not expect that the action arrangement of the program group meeting would be so sloppy.

"Where did it come from?" Yan Huai's face was sullen, and his attention was finally fixed on the half bag of potato chips left.They didn't have this at all in the leftover snacks.

Song Zhi pointed to the door where the female ghost ran away from.

"She broke in and brought you potato chips and sang to you?"

Song Zhi also felt incredible about this matter, but she still nodded her head honestly.Although the song sung by the female ghost sister is indeed strange, but the voice is not bad, the point is, the appearance is not scary at all.

"Haha I'm confused too."

"Unexpected."

Yan Huai took back the potato chips from Song Zhi's arms, "Eating snacks at night is not healthy, so eat them tomorrow morning."

"Song Zhi: Husband is so fierce QAQ"

"Song Zhi: My husband won't give me potato chips."

"Oh." Song Zhi clapped her hands, and took the initiative to put the straw on her side and put the drink aside.

"What is this?" Yan Huai cut off half of the carton.

"Cow, milk."

"It was also given by her?"

Song Zhi nodded.

Yan Huai brought the milk in front of his eyes. There was no problem with the trademark and shelf life, and he handed the carton to Song Zhi, "This is drinkable."

Song Zhi took it and bit the straw, gulping two mouthfuls.

"Help, Baby Song is so obedient."

"I love it to death."

"Where's the phone?" Yan Huai didn't think that Song Zhi would hang up on his phone just to hear someone sing.

With the straw still in his mouth, Song Zhi pointed to the door again.

"Snatched by her?"

Song Zhi nodded.

Ten minutes ago, Song Zhi was in the middle of a phone call when a female ghost in a red dress suddenly broke into the door.

The other party snatched his mobile phone while he was not prepared, and gave him a bag of potato chips and milk, and took out the microphone to threaten Song Zhi, and he would only get his mobile phone back after listening to her singing.

At first Song Zhi was furious and didn't have the patience to waste time with her.But due to the gender difference with the other party, Song Zhi couldn't do it directly, so she could only bite the bullet and follow her wishes.

"Finished?"

"Yeah." Song Zhi threw the empty milk bottle into the trash can at the foot of the bed.

"Go and brush your teeth." Yan Huai raised his jaw towards the bathroom.

Song Zhi came down obediently, and patted the potato chips on the bed before leaving.

While brushing his teeth, he peeked at the door. Brother Yan Huai was standing at the door of the bathroom waiting for him. The wall was kicked down. Could it be that he won't go to bed tonight?

Song Zhi thought of the size of the simple wire bed, and her heart pounded like the electric toothbrush.

After washing up and coming out, Yan Huai had tidied up the messy bed he had rubbed on, "Sleep."

Ever since brother Yan Huai broke in, he has been stern and cold. Could it be that the room over there is too scary and scared him?

Song Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, luckily he didn't go there.

After laying down on his back, Song Zhi pulled the quilt for himself, and saw Yan Huai sitting by the bed, taking off his shoes.

Song Zhi thought of that electric toothbrush again, and this time her head buzzed too.

In order to leave enough space for the other party, Song Zhi leaned against the inner wall.

"What are you doing lying so far away?" Yan Huai's tone was still serious, "Come here."

"Oh."

Brother Yan Huai probably was really scared, Song Zhi rubbed his back and leaned out, and stopped when there was still a distance of more than ten centimeters from each other, but in the next second, he was embraced by the compact person.

Yan Huai held his hand and pressed it to his heart, and the warm touch stopped around his dry forehead, "Good night."

Song Zhi closed her eyes, but she could feel her breathing.

And brother Yan Huai's beating heart.

It was less than six o'clock the next morning, and there were several pairs of guests sitting around the lobby on the first floor, all listless and yawning.

Liao Zhen hugged the square pillow and complained, "I've been scratching the soles of my feet all night, who can bear it?"

Originally, both of them were determined to fight the "devil" to the end, but they came to the room where [there was someone under the bed], and there was nothing abnormal in the room except for the gloomy environment.

The two were lying on the bed chatting anxiously. They couldn't bear the drowsiness after eleven o'clock, and felt itchy on the soles of their feet as soon as they fell asleep. The two got up to check and found nothing abnormal. They went back to sleep and were caught again within a few minutes. Scratch to wake up.

After tossing and tossing for a long time, I finally found out that there were a few holes under the bed board, and as long as they fell asleep, they would stretch out their hands to dig out the soles of their feet.

If they put on their shoes or don't stretch their feet, the room will be projected in a cycle of horror movies, and the movie will stop only when they lie on the bed with their soles exposed.In the end, there was nothing wrong with it, the couple were stunned by the little ghost under the bed digging out the soles of their feet all night.

"You're not bad, we have a whole house of Sadakos here, and they didn't scare us, they insisted on playing mahjong with the two of us."

Zhang Lun was listless, and collapsed on the sofa, "They can change when they are tired, but neither of us can change. We have been playing mahjong all night!"

During the chat between the few people, Song Zhi and Yan Huai went downstairs side by side. Except for their clothes being wrinkled, they were in the same state as usual.

At [-] o'clock in the morning, the director announced the completion of the task last night and the ranking of netizens voting the previous day.

Yan Huai forcibly destroyed the props and regarded it as a mission failure, but unexpectedly won the audience's favorite No. 1 and got forty life coins.

As of this morning, the remaining living coins of each group of guests.

No.1, "Increasing Blood" group (Zhang Lun×Xue Wen), 73 living coins.

No.2, "Rouge" group (Yan Huai×Song Zhi), 40 living coins.

No.3, "Tangyuan" group (Tang Shaocheng × Yu Chengyuan), 35 living coins.

No.4, "Really Difficult" group (Liao Zhen×Ding Yinan), 30 living coins.

Considering that most of the guests are exhausted, there are no public tasks in the morning, and they can be arranged by themselves.

Song Zhi had a good rest last night. After breakfast, the two of them drove to the supermarket and bought a lot of snacks. Song Zhi spent the rest of the time in the gym with Yan Huai.

The afternoon event started at two o'clock, and it was a sitcom called "I Say You Act".

Each group of guests took the family as a unit and performed impromptu performances according to the director's request through the earphones.

Each guest can only hear their own task arrangement, and they will never guess what will happen next until the last moment.

At the end of the game, online voting will be conducted, and the group with the highest audience favorite will receive forty life coins.

Before the start of the competition, the guests must first draw the character card, and then dress up the corresponding clothes according to the personality.

The first ones to play were Zhang Lun and Xue Wen. The roles they drew were respectively: doctor and patient of a mental hospital.

The main style of the play is a funny story about a doctor being tortured mad by a mental patient.

The director sits in the control room. He has a set of scripts prepared in advance, and he will also change the performance plan at any time according to the temporary performance of the actors and the live barrage.

Song Zhi and Yan Huai were the last to perform, and he extracted the identity tags first.

Among the cards on the table, Song Zhi turned over one of them, and there were two identities written on it: boss and employee.

"Isn't Yan Huai just the boss?"

"I'm guilty, I'm already looking forward to a strange plot."

"The Boss' Unspoken Rules.avi"

"The boss called the employee into the office and forced him to do this and that, and that and that."

"Director, please look at our needs, please."

After getting the character card, they have 10 minutes of preparation time for simple makeup and changing clothes, and then they will come to the room corresponding to the scene to perform.

10 minutes later, the camera zoomed into the scene.

"?"

"Sorry, I was rude just now."

"Can you still play like this?"

In front of the screen, Song Zhi was wearing a black suit and sat on the leather sofa with her legs crossed, with a prop cigar between her middle and index fingers.

Right in front of the boss, there is an employee wearing tattered clothes, and there are two unopened durians on the ground.

"Kneel!" The boss, Song Zhi, was indifferent and scornful of giving the other party a look.

"Boss, this is not a washboard, this is durian." Employee Yan Huai clenched his fists tightly, "Durians are for eating, not for kneeling."

"Shut up and kneel!"

"Durian: I was spoiled by you."

"It's a good thing that Song Jieba has few lines, at least it won't be Beng Ba's character design."

"Yan Huai: I'm a real bully, and I'm gone because of the character design of the show."

"But..." Employee Yan Huai rubbed the rough fabric with his fingertips, "Boss, I only have this pair of trousers left. Kneeling down like this will tear the trousers."

"Haha, you have a total of eight patches on your pants, this one is really not bad."

"Knee holes are fashionable."

"Take off!" The boss said mercilessly.

"The role of grass is very suitable for him."

"A one-word line can prevent stuttering."

"But, don't you see it if you take it off like this?" The employee Yan Huai hesitated, "I'm not married yet."

"Three bedrooms and one living room are carved out by the toes."

"Hahaha it's embarrassing and cool."

The boss, Song Zhi, pressed the cigar to the ashtray, turned his back to the staff, put away his tie, got up and stood in front of the window, "Take it off."

"The boss means: I don't want to see it, you can take it off now."

"Is this something I can watch without paying?"

"Hurry up, let me see!"

Song Zhi turned her back to Yan Huai, calm on the surface and uneasy inside.

He pursed his lips and anxiously waited for the follow-up development. The director shouldn't let brother Yan Huai really take it off, right?

He was distracted, and suddenly his body lightened up. When he realized it, Yan Huai had already thrown him into the soft leather sofa.

The other party half-kneeled on his waist with one knee, and put his arms on both sides of his shoulders, looking down at him, completely different from the pitiful begging for mercy just now.

In a panic, Song Zhi heard the director's instructions in the earphone: 【Ask him what he is going to do. 】

"You, what are you doing, what are you doing?"

Yan Huai raised his eyebrows carelessly, and slid his palm up from his thigh inch by inch, "Don't you know what I want to do?"

"Fuck! Ahhhhhhh!!"

"I'm an earth dog, and I love this kind of robbery!!!"

"Hiss! So cool! Don't let him go."

"Fuck him!!!"

"Let go!" According to the instruction, Song Zhi pushed away Yan Huai's hand and stood up with his arms propped up.

Yan Huai didn't give up, he easily controlled his struggling arm and pressed it against the armrest of the sofa above his head.

"Boss Song, all the evidence of your bad deeds is here." Yan Huai took out his mobile phone and hung it in front of him, "Why, aren't you afraid?"

"Husband is so handsome!"

"Please make a movie, I will definitely watch it."

Song Zhi had to admit that Yan Huai's acting skills were superb. Even though he knew that he was acting on the spot according to the director's request, he was still brought into the plot by the opponent's aura, and his nerves became tense following the development of the story.

Song Zhi received instructions from the director, "You, what do you want?"

The surrounding air became light, and Yan Huai slightly moved the corners of his mouth, and said mischievously, "Kiss me, and I'll let you go."

"What???"

"Are you sure the director said so?"

"Director: It's not that I didn't, don't talk nonsense."

"Didn't the director tell him to say: Give me 3000 million, and I'll let you go?"

"Even my daughter-in-law will not be spared, stinky rascal!"

Both Yan Huai and the audience could listen to the director's plot arrangement, but Song Zhi knew nothing about it.

The other party's hot and enthusiastic eyes almost burned Song Zhi, and his dry throat became hot at the same time.

"Why, don't you dare?"

Song Zhi's consciousness was fuzzy, he was still waiting for the director's arrangement, this time was longer than every time before.

About half a minute later, the director's voice came along the earphones.

"Do as he says."

The author has something to say:

Boss Yan who is not a human being.