I’m Picking Up Pieces in PUBG

"Are you all ready to take off?"

Jiang Siming hugged the two big beauties, completely different from the feeling of **** the group just now.

Alas, sure enough, he was born only suitable for contact with the beautiful opposite sex.

Wang Xiaoyu is quite natural.

The friend beside him was nervous.

She hasn't experienced the feeling of flying yet. When Jiang Siming said so, she was even more afraid, and subconsciously grasped Wang Xiaoyu's hand, looking for a sense of security.

Unexpectedly, Wang Xiaoyu's "relentless" push away.

"Shu Shu, if you hold me, I will be nervous, you should grab other things." Wang Xiaoyu smirked sincerely in his heart.

The girl looked at Wang Xiaoyu with a helpless look, and finally raised her head and glanced at Jiang Siming. She wanted to stretch her hand, but she was still embarrassed.

After hesitating again and again, she chose to hug herself with her hands to give herself a little sense of security.

But the next second, when Jiang Siming flew up, she screamed and subconsciously hugged Jiang Siming's waist.

"Hey-hey."

Wang Xiaoyu smiled slyly from the side, and hugged him at the first meeting, um~ she is still more professional in the task of developing'new sisters'!

The sense of weightlessness and the feeling of being out of gravity made the girl's heart beat so fast and her pretty face turned pale.

"Shu Shu, are you afraid of heights?" Wang Xiaoyu guessed.

"Hmm..." the girl replied bitterly.

"Then it's okay. Hold tight if you are afraid of heights. Don't worry, my husband won't mind, and neither will I."

The girl was very embarrassed, but somehow Jiang Siming flew a lot higher.

The fear doubled, and her arms became tighter obediently.

Wang Xiaoyu did not forget to introduce to Jiang Siming next to him: "She is Chu Fanshu. Like me, she is the host. She is the host of the football channel, but the goddess of thousands of fans~"

Jiang Siming did not speak, but blinked at Wang Xiaoyu.

The two husbands and wives understood.

Fortunately, after a period of adaptation, Chu Fanshu gradually no longer nervous.

She opened her eyes and looked at the retreating landscape and woods under her feet, feeling the cool breeze, and the whole figure was like a bird, not flying in the sky by any means of transportation.

This feeling is amazing.

After the tension, there is only excitement.

Unfortunately, this happiness did not last long, and the three of them arrived at the entrance of the village.

After landing, Chu Fanshu still had some thoughts, even if his bangs were messed up, he didn't care about it. There was still the aftermath of passion on his pretty face.

Everyone came to Lanshan Village.

The village chief brought a group of simple villagers to greet him early. Seeing everyone here, everyone in the village was very happy and welcomed them.

Everyone did not stop and went straight to the school in the village.

Before coming to the school, I saw a desolate ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall was dilapidated, and there was no gate, and the air leaked everywhere.

There are dozens of slanted wooden tables inside, but the children sit very upright and listen carefully to the teacher.

Inside the ancestral hall, the sound of Lang Lang reading.

Everyone feels a little bit.

Although most parts of China have long since been lifted out of poverty and many people are rushing to a well-off society, there are still a small number of people who still live in hardship.

But this is normal. Even in any developed country, there is a gap between the rich and the poor.

Poor people in the United States are all over the streets, and the proportion is even higher.

"Director, when will the supplies of our foundation be delivered?"

Sister Han couldn't help but ask the director.

"Should be there in the afternoon," the director replied.

Sister Han asked again: "Can you adjust another batch of tables and chairs?"

The director shook his head and said, "It's okay to buy tables and chairs temporarily, but the helicopter can't be delivered. Unless humans fight it, it's too difficult."

Sister Han feels a little regretful. She wants to change a new batch of tables and chairs for the children.

At this time, Jiang Siming said calmly: "Tables and chairs can actually be made, it's very simple, as long as there is wood."

Sister Han just wanted to say that there is no carpenter, but she remembered seeing the craftsmanship that Jiang Siming showed when he participated in "Longing".

The great holy stove and automatic wooden dishwasher are still the pinnacle of craftsmanship.

It's still playing "Yearing" now, no matter where the show crew is filming in any season, wherever they are going to film.

Huang Laoxie has only one request, and that is to transport the stove and the dishwasher.

Those two things are the labels of "Yearing", the oldest "guests".

"You mean, can you make tables and chairs?"

"Well, it's a trivial matter, this matter is left to our men, Sa presided over? Nigel presided over?"

As Jiang Siming said, he looked at the two male hosts.

Host Sa changed his previous arrogant attitude, and said with a smile: "Mr. Jiang calls me Xiao Sa."

"My name is Xiao Ni, President Jiang."

The two hosts became live treasures.

Jiang Siming waved amusedly and said, "Let's make tables and chairs. Ladies will teach the children in the ancestral hall."

Although she was going to be a coolie, Mr. Sa did not dare to refuse, and obediently followed Jiang Siming to betray her.

When Chu Fanshu saw this, he laughed and said, "Finally someone can cure Brother Sa."

"Yeah, this kid is the boss and the second in the show, everyone dares to smash it, now it's good, it's finally honest." The director laughed.

Everyone gloated at the misfortune to see that Mr. Sa was so hard-hearted.

Jiang Siming led two laborers and soon cut a lot of wood. He was responsible for cutting, and the two were responsible for transporting.

One morning, they almost fainted without getting tired.

Enough wood is chopped, and then it's time for Jiang Siming's craftsmanship.

It is not too easy for him to make such a simple wooden table. In just half an hour, more than 20 tables and chairs are all done.

The villagers helped send them to the ancestral hall. Sister Han, who was in this meeting, was taking Wang Xiaoyu and Chu Fanshu to teach the children.

Seeing the new tables and chairs, the faces of these children were filled with excitement.

"Children, you must protect these tables and chairs. You may not know who made these tables and chairs for you." Sister Han smiled with emotion.

The desk made by the world's richest man himself, such a gift, although simple, is very meaningful.

In the afternoon, Han Hong's foundation sent charity materials, and the helicopter dropped a lot of things.

Clothing, books, snacks, toys, everything.

Everyone distributed it to the children together, admonishing them to study hard.

In addition to the children, there are many things for the villagers, and every villager has a share.

The day passed quickly.

When the busyness was over, everyone left the village under the **** of the villagers.

After coming out of the mountain, everyone was very tired, and immediately rested after eating dinner at night.

The program team arranged a room for each person, and waited until the night, after everyone was asleep.

A beautiful shadow sneaked into Jiang Siming's room, and skilfully retracted into his bed.

"Why are you here? Are you afraid?" Jiang Siming hugged Wang Xiaoyu and asked with a smile.

Wang Xiaoyu shook his head like a cat, and said, "I'm not afraid, I just want to hug you to sleep. By the way, see if Shu Shu will sneak over at night."

Jiang Siming: "....."