What celebrity wives hate is my vest and not me

Chapter 186 Some people are still alive, but they are actually dead
Qin Wuxiang's appearance made the audience watching the live broadcast of "Longing for Life" look forward to it.

Isn’t watching variety shows just for the interesting interactions and celebrities?Good star performance can increase the ratings of the entire variety show several times.

For example, if "Boys and Girls Go Forward" could invite Eason Chan, Jacky Cheung, Faye Wong and others to run those anti-human tracks, not to mention how much money it would cost to make them fall into the water in public, this gimmick alone would be enough to break the record in history. The variety show’s ratings record.

In the same way, Qin Wuxiang's reputation is not inferior to these people. Although it is just a daily variety show, I don't know how many people come to him and Fang Nianwei.

[This should be the kitchen, right?Qin Wuxiang came to the kitchen to prepare meals? 】

[It must be true. I am a chef. I watched the clip of Qin Wuxiang cooking all night last night and I benefited a lot!But the key steps were cut into yellow three stones, which is a pity.It’s great to have a live broadcast today! 】

[Director, please don’t cut the scene, we just want to see how Qin Wuxiang cooks. 】

[Guess he came to make snacks for Fang Nianwei?You all saw that Fang Nianwei came to hide the sweet-scented osmanthus cake just now. It will definitely not taste as good as the freshly made cake if it is left overnight. 】

[Do you really think they are a couple? 】

[We are all jealous, why not? 】

[Which celebrity have you ever seen openly jealous?If you don’t understand character management, you’ll know the script at first glance. 】

[Hey, where is Fang Nianwei? 】

There were a lot of comments in the live broadcast room, but the most critical one caught everyone's attention.

Yes, where is Fang Nianwei?
Why isn't Qin Wuxiang with Fang Nianwei?
Just when everyone was confused, they saw Qin Wuxiang retreating with a smile on his face. After a while, he bumped into the refrigerator door and leaned on it nervously.

"You have to think about it." He glanced at the camera, as if he was warning someone.

But the warning was obviously useless. From the increasingly embarrassed expression on his face, it was easy to tell that someone was approaching him.

Before everyone in the live broadcast room came to their senses, the answer had already been revealed——

A slender hand suddenly stretched out from outside the camera and was about to grab Qin Wuxiang's ear.

Qin Wuxiang ducked away with a flexible movement of his neck, just like when you were a child and your mother wanted to hit you, but you held on to the door frame and didn't let go.

With no other choice, the owner of that delicate hand had no choice but to appear in front of the camera.

Fang Nianwei blushed slightly, gritted her teeth and walked into the screen. With her back to the camera, her hands on her waist, she raised her chin towards the door.

Qin Wuxiang shook his head desperately.

Seeing his resistance, Fang Nianwei looked back at the camera, seeming a little guilty and embarrassed, but in the end she made up her mind to go all out and take action directly.

Two hands grabbed Qin Feng's arm and forcibly pulled him out of the camera frame. Then the audience, who were concentrating on eating melon, heard Qin Wuxiang's gasp.

"Be gentle, don't twist your waist, it hurts!"

"I love you so that you will have a better memory next time. Let's see if you still dare to threaten the emperor to order the princes!"

"Where did the emperor come from?"

"..."

A silence followed.

The audience was so anxious that they started to scroll through the live broadcast room.

[Do you still want to be a director?Hurry and chase the camera! 】

[Are we here to see the refrigerator or the flirting? 】

[Where is the recharge interface? I heard they said there are paid plots between Qin Wuxiang and Fang Nianwei? 】

[Hey, dear, they look like a couple now. How can ordinary friends pinch the soft flesh of another person's waist?Only my wife can screw me like this. 】

[My girlfriend is the same. As long as I complain of pain when twisting my waist, a cup of wolfberry soaked in water is inevitable... In my opinion, Qin Wuxiang is no better than me, just the kind of private life he used to have. 】

[Okay, how do we know? Fang Nianwei must know! 】

【Go to hell!It must be hype! 】

[Yo yo yo, Fang Nianwei’s fans are anxious. 】

[Urgent, urgent, even if it’s just hype, wouldn’t it be good to talk to Qin Wuxiang for two months?Why are we great writers not worthy of you, Fang Nianwei? 】

On the other side, Qin Feng, who was pulled into the blind spot of Wang Anruo's field of vision and ravaged for a long time, was covering his waist and eyes in agony.

"You're too harsh. I'll definitely be bruised and bruised tonight."

"I decide where to start." Wang Anruo snorted, confidently: "My mother has tortured my father all her life, and she has never seen my father get hurt."

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, then shrank his neck, "Huh? Aunt Wang also taught you this?"

Suddenly Qin Feng was worried about his future family status.

Is it possible that Wang Anruo will be unhappy one day and let himself sit at the same table with Uncle Wang for dinner?

Wang Rengui, who was drinking tea and reading the newspaper in the Guanhai TV office, sneezed and frowned.

Someone must be speaking ill of me behind my back!

After much deliberation, Wang Rengui put this account on the head of Tai Dongsheng next door.

Who else but him?
Could it be my precious daughter?Could it be the uncle I love and hate?Could it be me...

Forget it, even the wife doesn't dare to do anything, and it's up to you, Tai Dongsheng, to take the blame.

Wang Anruo glanced at Qin Feng, who had been rubbing his waist and his eyes were full of grievances. He was pouting in anger, but suddenly he felt unbearable distress.

It won't really hurt, right?
She was a little worried, no, she was holding back. Could it be that Qin Feng was pretending?
She wanted to frown and look at Qin Feng again, but Qin Feng's aggrieved look didn't look like an act at all, so she immediately softened her mind.

"Does it really hurt?"

"pain."

"Then you..." Wang Anruo looked around to make sure he wouldn't miss the camera again. He gently pulled Qin Feng's clothes and turned his back to her: "Put your clothes up a little."

Qin Feng did as he was told and exposed his lower back. Wang Anruo saw some redness on his lower back, and the last trace of doubt disappeared.

Qin Feng felt a sudden chill on his lower back, and Wang Anruo put his little hand on it.

It's not too abrupt, because being cool isn't the point, the point is that it's so comfortable.

Wang Anruo rubbed him gently and asked in a low voice: "Are you feeling better?"

"much better."

Qin Feng turned his back to Wang Anruo, and his lips almost reached behind his ears.

But he couldn't speak out and had to pretend to be aggrieved.

He felt in his heart that it would be a pity not to contact Director Chen and let him make a scene for him due to his acting skills.

Is she so strong that she can twist her muscles at level 10?In addition, Wang Anruo also felt sorry for herself. She was angry but her hands were still calm.

The redness on his skin was caused when he was rubbing it by himself. When he was a child, he was distracted in class and liked to study how to make the back of his hands red. Rubbing it would help. The most effective way was to suck it with his mouth. It would turn red in a while and leave a mark. But it doesn't hurt.

When he grew up, Qin Feng suddenly realized that he had learned to grow strawberries at such a young age.

"Who asked you to tease me when I was angry?"

"I didn't know you were angry either."

"Knowingly asking."

"I really don't know... give me a hint."

"I ate sweet and sour pork ribs today..." "You obviously had bean paste toast in the morning." Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand: "How could it be pork ribs."

Wang Anruo blinked and looked at him, nodded and said, "Yes, listen to what I have to say. I ate sweet and sour pork ribs, no pork ribs and no sugar. Guess what I ate?"

Qin Feng's smile froze on his face and he couldn't laugh anymore.

He coughed lightly and changed the subject: "Let's go to the village for a walk. We always stay in the house. There are fixed cameras everywhere. If we go out for a walk, we will only have a cameraman and an assistant following us."

Wang Anruo nodded and agreed readily, and the two of them prepared to go out.

Li Ming, who was monitoring the entire shooting through multiple cameras, saw two money trees rising from the ground and was about to go out to relax. He quickly picked up the walkie-talkie and shouted: "Attention one group and two groups, Qin Wuxiang and Fang Nianwei are getting ready to go out. You must follow them to shoot." Don’t interfere with the guests and don’t miss any details.”

A stinging reply came over the intercom.

"Okay Director Li, we're leaving now."

Li Ming paused, thought for a moment and felt a little worried. He picked up the walkie-talkie again and added: "Assistant Sun, follow them. If there is any emergency, as long as it is not conducive to the guests, the live broadcast will be cut off immediately."

"Director, will this cause irreparable reputational damage to the program team? If something goes wrong during the first live variety show..."

Li Ming interrupted the assistant's doubts and frowned displeased: "Why can't you see the priorities clearly? Even if this program is ruined, it won't make anything go wrong for Qin Wuxiang and Fang Nianwei. As long as they are around, there will be a follow-up... You're smart Click and be ready to switch the source at any time.”

The assistant suddenly realized, and quickly grabbed the walkie-talkie and chased the camera crew.

Li Ming sighed and shook his head, thinking when would these subordinates be of great use?
Fortunately, Qin Feng and Wang Anruo were just wandering around the village, so it was almost impossible for them to lose their character.

Whether the two of them show love as a couple or act like strangers, it is what netizens want to see.

The endless debate between the love party and the hype party has become a hot topic in recent days. To put it bluntly, as long as they are not breaking the law or committing a crime, someone will pay for it even if they just sit on the chair and stare at each other.

"This is the first time I know that there is such a beautiful mountain village in the capital."

Wang Anruo stretched out and breathed the fresh air, with a smile on his face.

Qin Feng looked at her and smiled: "How did you feel about this shooting?"

"I was quite nervous at first...until I saw you." Wang Anruo rolled her eyes at him, complaining about his bad intentions, and then smiled easily: "The rest is pretty good, much better than the variety shows I filmed before. "

"For example, those music variety shows?"

"Well, I was on stage as a student at that time. I was not very famous yet. There were scripts. Who was promoted and who was eliminated. Even if the instructors didn't want to turn around, the chair would make the decision for them."

Wang Anruo covered her mouth and chuckled as she told these inside stories. After saying that, she turned back to look at the camera that was following far behind, shook her head, and jumped forward to quicken her pace.

"Stop talking about this, think about anything easy?"

Qin Feng looked around, then his eyes lit up, and he pointed to the hut under the big locust tree in front and said, "There is a canteen over there. I wonder if Miss Fang spent her childhood in the canteen?"

He smiled proudly: "I am a regular customer of the canteen."

Wang Anruo snorted: "Isn't it true? The canteens in Jiangcheng will call the people who come to buy things...Brother Feng~"

She pretended to hold Qin Feng's hand and blinked, making Qin Feng's eyes widen.

Although I knew she was pretending to be green tea on purpose, but unlike the previous trend of buying a windmill and giegie, Wang Anruo was indeed a capable actor, and this look really made him feel affectionate, as if his heart had been squeezed hard. of.

"Do I look like I learned it?"

"Stop teasing me." Qin Feng looked back at the camera, feeling guilty. What if the girl from the canteen in his childhood was also watching the live broadcast? How embarrassing would it be?
Wang Anruo smiled proudly: "You made fun of me first, Writer Qin! When I was a child, I saved money at the canteen in front of our school. When I graduated and moved, I didn't even spend it all."

While they were talking, the two of them had already arrived at the entrance of the canteen. Wang Anruo jumped in and pointed like a little girl visiting a supermarket.

"I want to eat this, this...and this! Wow, I didn't expect it to be sold in the capital. I thought it was a specialty of our Suzhou!"

Qin Feng glanced at the kind old woman and thought that she couldn't be a staff member specially arranged by the program team, right?

Then all the goods are purchased from the guests’ hometown provinces...

Because Qin Feng also saw the spicy strips from his childhood in the canteen. He had never seen the spicy strips sold elsewhere in Jiangcheng.

"Old lady, what did she just say, how much is the total?"

"Seven dollars and a half."

"Get two more popsicles."

The old woman opened the refrigerator and let Qin Feng choose.

At this time, the cameraman who had been working non-stop had caught up with him, and the lens was focused on the door.

The old woman glanced at Qin Feng, then at Wang Anruo, and ignored the cameras.

The program team had already said hello before coming, saying that celebrities would come to film, and they might be able to boost the village's economy.

She didn't understand this, she only knew that the two young men and the little girl were so handsome and beautiful, and they reminded her of her own youth.

"Boy, boy."

The old woman waved her hand and signaled Qin Feng to come over if she had something to say quietly.

"What's the matter, mother-in-law?"

"You have to ask the little girl first if you can eat it cold. It would be best if you can eat it. If you can't eat it cold, isn't it a waste of your efforts if you buy it and they don't eat it? If you don't force yourself to eat it, it will hurt your body. Leah!"

The old woman's words were clearly recorded by the camera and broadcast live on the entire network.

[Look, even the elderly have emotional intelligence. How can Qin Wuxiang, a writer, be so straight? 】

【Did I get too excited?I actually saw someone saying that Qin Wuxiang is a straight man! 】

[Oh my gosh, the number one scumbag on the Internet has become a straight man among netizens. Sure enough, if this wasn’t the Internet, I would say he’s awesome, but it’s a pity that this is the Internet. All I can say is that you should try harder. 】

[Now I have to doubt the authenticity of Qin Wuxiang’s previous scandals. He has so many beauties. How could he forget to ask a girl to eat or drink something as basic as not adding ice? 】

[Yeah, they said they were a couple and didn’t consider Fang Nianwei at all! 】

In the end, Qin Feng didn't think so much at all. He smiled and shook his head at the old woman: "No need to ask if it's okay. I know she can eat cold food."

As soon as this statement came out, the atmosphere in the canteen was different.

The old woman squinted her eyes and felt very happy.

Wang Anruo's face turned red.

Netizens in the live broadcast room: [? ? ? 】

In a remote mansion, Mr. Wang's face turned dark as he was watching the live broadcast in front of the TV.

There was a chopping board on the coffee table in front of him, and he was kneading dough himself, planning to make sweet-scented osmanthus cake.

How could a competitive old man lose to others on his granddaughter’s favorite food?After watching the previous live broadcast, he couldn't get angry, so he insisted on making sweet-scented osmanthus cake by himself, so that when his granddaughter and that brat came in the evening, they would take advantage of his majesty.

As a result, as soon as Qin Feng said these words, he stopped kneading the dough in his hands and his face turned dark.

With a "pop" sound, he lightly threw the noodles in his hand on the chopping board, stood up and rubbed his hands.

"Old Li."

"Ah...hey, sir." The sweat on Butler Li's body suddenly fell down.

He had something in his heart, after all, he was shielding that young man.

"Go and clean up." Mr. Wang rubbed his hands and cracked his knuckles: "I haven't exercised for a long time... Go and pick me a convenient rattan and prepare a sack... No, you can't use sacks. , the quality should be better.”

The old man sneered: "You must be worthy of our status as a great writer."

(End of this chapter)