C18 How dare You Do This to Me

The anger and anger in his body finally ended under the eating of the oranges he picked. cameraman remembered the indescribable constipation expression on Ji Jee Yuanzhi's face, from the expectation of peeling the oranges to the desire to eat them.

Jee Yuanzhi faced the camera with a bitter face. "I, I am now eating the oranges I picked myself. The feeling I get is that it is sour and sour."

cameraman, Soong Han's personal man, was enjoying Soong Han's sweet and beautiful little tangerine with Soong Han. He looked like he was enjoying the world.

Jee Yuanzhi and cameraman were enjoying Soong Han's food. There was only the soreness of longing. In the afternoon, it was the two of them picking fruits and eating fruits. Although it was dull, it was indeed very interesting.

After all, Jee Yuanzhi's embarrassing behavior made everyone laugh out loud.

After returning home, Jee Yuanzhi fell onto the sofa. Soong Han patiently listened to the director's words.

The director went out to pick fruits and found that he was allergic to some fruit. He went to the hospital to get an IV, but he was still worried and came back personally. His mouth was slightly swollen because of the allergic reaction and his words were unclear.

"Take it. You two go, die. You have to have a shield. For example, surround a good meiqi. Do you understand?"

Jee Yuanzhi dug his ears and waved his long legs on the sofa. "I understand. Go to the hospital now. If you keep talking like this, I will get goosebumps all over the floor."

"Then I will do it." The director covered his face and sat in a wheelchair. He was pushed away by the assistant director. The hospital said that they could not come out for too long. It was not good to come into contact with the dust and air outside.

Soong Han sat down. He picked the biggest orange on the table and peeled it carefully. He seemed to be enjoying it very much. "I don't understand. Can you tell me again?"

Seeing his actions, Jee Yuanzhi rolled his eyes at him. What kind of person was he? He shook his legs and played games with the tablet in his hands. "What he means is to let us fight around picking fruits in the afternoon."

"?" Soong Han's hand paused. Orange juice splashed on his index finger. He took out a tissue and wiped it. Then he continued to peel it. "What's there to fight about the fruit?"

Jee Yuanzhi was focused on playing the gluttonous snake. He was not in the mood to answer too closely. He said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Just treat it as a performance class at the university. Perform around the theme."

"Alright."

The Internet was already in an uproar. The most prominent ones were Ji and Song fans. They had been quarreling for many years, and they were about to have an argument. Could it be that the birth of this program was going to become in-laws? Weibo had already fallen into the enemy's hands.

Jee's daughter: I feel that I have become strange now. Although I firmly believe that the Program Group has arranged for this to happen, I have been single for a long time. Why do I see that my rivals are all pretty?

XX: Upstairs + 10086. Hong Kong has really been fighting for so many years. It is undeniable that their family is also a good brother.

Jee Yuanzhi and Soong Han did not know anything about these either good or bad comments. One of them peeled an orange while the other played games.

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After resting for an hour, the camera crew said that they were going to start shooting again.

Jee Yuanzhi rubbed his shoulders that were sore from playing the game. When he stretched, he pulled his clothes and revealed his strong waist muscles. He twisted twice.

"Soong Han!" Jee Yuanzhi got into the show immediately. He walked from the sofa to the stunned Soong Han. He walked with a huge momentum. He was holding Soong Han's white collar. His tall nose was less than a centimeter away from Soong Han. "Who do you think you are? How dare you treat me like that just because I gave you a good face?"