"Yes."

Bo Qichen turned around, but he looked at the photographer. The photographer was sweating on his forehead. "What can I do for you?"

"How do you contact photographers?"

"Oh, we have a walkie talkie. We can get in touch as long as it's not too far."

There is generally no signal on the mountain, and the program team does not allow guests to bring mobile phones.

Bo Qichen stretched out his hand and the photographer was stunned.

"Give me the walkie talkie."

“……”

The other side

Tang Qingge, who was regarded as a child, started the operation of startling the audience and fans in front of the camera after going up the mountain. She found the weeds that Bo Qichen asked her to find easily. Now she is under a peach tree, looking up at the pink and tender peaches of the tree. While greedy, she seems to be thinking about how to pick a peach.

The peach tree is three meters high, and the peaches on the tree can't be picked when they jump up.

"How can we pick it? Qingge baby, let's do what we can!"

"Yes, yes, for two peaches."

People before the live broadcast advised her to give up!

As a result, she didn't know where to touch the small knife!!!

Photographer, "!!!"

Wait, didn't you just hand in everything? Where did she get the knife?

"Brush", something flew past the camera. The photographer didn't catch it, and the people watching the live broadcast didn't catch it. Then the next second, the peach fell to the ground.

"Brush" and "brush" are two more times, a total of more than a dozen peaches fell down.

In the studio, "..."

Are they dazzled?

What on earth flew past them?!

Fans, "!!!"

Lying in the trough, they seem to find a great skill for idols!

Tang Qingge picked up the peaches one by one, threw them into his bag, and looked up for a few seconds.

Live studio, "..."

"What is she looking at?"

"I don't know!"

A few seconds later, Tang Qingge threw his bag, estimated the height, stepped back five steps, stared at the peach tree, suddenly pedaled to the ground, got up and climbed up the tree!

Live studio, "!!!!"

I!!!

Slot!!!!!

The photographer didn't know what to say. He felt that he was not shooting a parent-child variety show. At this time, a voice came from the walkie talkie.

"Your name is Lida, isn't it?"

The photographer's name was Li Da, and he responded with an inspiration, "are you... President Bo?!"

"Yes."

No wonder he can hear it. It's really a recognizable voice!

"Is she with you?"

"Mr. Bo, what can I do for you?"

There was a long silence.

"Take good care of her. I can fulfill your wish."

"Well..."

The photographer looked up at Tang Qingge in the tree and swallowed his saliva.

He didn't think it was necessary, did he?

"Don't worry, Mr. Bo. I will take good care of Miss Tang."

Tang Qingge received all the knives he had just thrown out into his pocket, then jumped down from the tree, clapped his hands and continued to catch up with the next place.

The photographer only had time to take a cool back of her.

It's already fried in the studio!

"I didn't expect my cub's force value to explode. It's great that my cub covered it up?"

"My cub shot the play, picked the peach and climbed the tree. What else can't my cub do?"

There are black powder on the top of the Tucao, "cut, is not climbing a tree? This kind of thing I was a child, and she can open a company! What make complaints about these Flower Embroidered legs?"

"Our cubs can do it!"

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