Mr.Feng, your wife is practicing magic again

"My aunt, you are crying and fighting all the way. You have enough. Those ghosts are beaten by you and dare not come out. Why are you crying now?"

"Scared the hell out of me, scared the hell out of me." Zhang Yan can only say these four words with her thigh in her arms.

General manager Lin turned his eyes towards the sky, pressed the blue and purple he had been hit by Zhang Yan's closed eyes, and tore it in pain.

On the side of them, Yang Lin's face didn't change much. It was obvious that the haunted house didn't have much effect on him. However, he grabbed his pants and looked at the general manager Zhao squatting beside him with a complex expression of wanting to laugh and holding back: "general manager Zhao, you can let go of my pants, right?"

His trousers were torn by president Zhao. If he hadn't caught them quickly, he didn't know what the spring would be like.

Mr. Zhao, only in his twenties, grabbed Yang Lin's trousers with one hand and crouched down on the ground without saying a word. It can only be seen from his stretched arms that he was also scared.

Three pairs of people are squatting or sitting or standing at the door of the ghost house. As soon as yunmo and Feng Tianxun come out, three pairs of six people turn their heads to look at them, including president Zhao, who has been lowering his head.

And then, all of you:

“…………”

“？？？？？”

Are they right?

Is Feng Tianxun always recited by Chu yunmo?

He wiped his eyes. It's not an illusion. It's really Chu yunmo with Feng Tianxun on his back.

This, this, this

Six guests, together with their cameramen, a group of people stopped crying in an instant. Qi Qi looked at Yun Mo and Feng Tianxun with silly eyes.

Yunmo didn't expect these people to come out faster than them. He was stunned for a moment and quickly put Feng Tianxun down. It's over. There's no face in Feng Tianxun. This guy won't settle with her. She didn't mean it.

Feng Tianxun didn't expect that everyone was at the door. After a moment of stupefaction, he suddenly didn't feel embarrassed. On the contrary, he gave everyone a faint smile. He simply put his hand around yunmo's waist again, pressed the weight of his whole body on yunmo's body, and said softly, "soft legs."

Soft legs???

The leg of bullshit is soft, he this is the chance that does not pass a shred hint, cloud Mo secretly scolds.

However, if you want to count her, hum.

Holding up Feng Tianxun's body, yunmo smiles at the people who are all over his face: "Mr. Feng is afraid of ghosts. This person has weaknesses. Please forgive me. Don't be in a daze. Let's give a hand. Mr. Feng's legs are too soft to walk."

Feng Tianxun looks down at the serious cloud ink. The little liar's reaction is really quick. He immediately strikes back. It's really hard for people to kiss her.

Obviously, though, this would not be a good time.

"Poof." I don't know who was the first to burst out with a smile, and then the six people, including the cameramen behind them, couldn't help bursting out with a smile, as if they didn't exist just now, and they were all happy.

For a moment, it was as if this group of people were farting together.

Then general manager Lin and general manager Han quickly stepped forward and reached out to hold Feng Tianxun, who was soft in legs: "general manager Feng, are you afraid of ghosts? Ha ha, don't say, I was scared too much. I ran all the way out. "

"No, I ran all the way. I used to think I was brave enough. After walking around here, I found that my courage might be bigger than sesame."

Someone to help, cloud Mo immediately let go, and pull open Feng Tianxun embrace her waist hand, put people directly to the Lin and Han.

Feng Tianxun took a look at the cloud ink, didn't open his mouth, go away with, now let you go, at night.

Crouching on the ground, Mr. Lin stood up and went to Feng Tianxun. He put out his hand and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Mr. Feng, you're afraid. Then I'm not forced to pretend. I'm scared to death. I've been afraid of ghosts since I was a child. I almost scared the urine out. I won't play in such a place as ghost house any more."

Since Feng Tianxun is afraid of ghosts, it doesn't matter if he is afraid.

Lotte and Zhang Yan stopped crying and nodded.

Feng Zong is afraid, so it's more natural for them to be afraid.

Zhang Yan stretched out her hand to wipe her face: "this place is so terrible, it's not the place where people should come. I'll go down and protest with the program team."

Lotte nodded and echoed: "yes, although I know it's fake, I'm still afraid. Fortunately, I'm running fast. I don't dare to see more when I run with my eyes closed. Otherwise, I don't know what I will be scared into."

With Feng Tianxun not caring about the prelude, a group of people do not hide holding, one after another to tell their scared mood, for a time, but we are not afraid.

The cameraman who ran out with yunmo saw this and quietly fiddled with his camera. When it's broadcast later, you will know how scared Feng is. At that time, you will regret what you're talking about now.

As the three groups all run out together, yunmo fengtianxun doesn't spend much time here. The one hour ghost house time originally set by the program group is more than half an hour. There's no way. The fat director has to wheeze and run out again to bring these unconventional CEO stars to the nearby resort..

Standing in front of a two-story bamboo building in the resort, the fat director held up his microphone and said to the eight guests who were all in a mess and two in a calm mood: "there are not many program arrangements this afternoon. The purpose is just to familiarize you with the style of this issue of our program. Now that we have completed the first project in excess of time, we will proceed to the next project, This project is about where you live at night.

Speaking of this, the fat director raised his finger to the single family villa behind him: "the first one lives in the villa."

Then point to a two-story bamboo building on the other side: "the second one lives in a small suite."...

Then point to a small bungalow behind the crowd: "the third one lives in a simple bungalow. As for the fourth one, sorry, that's where you live tonight."..

In the public's sight, the fat director's shaking hands pointed to a place in the distance, empty, only four bamboo poles to support a four-way ventilated thatched shed....

"Ah..." seeing the shelter like the cowshed, someone immediately laughed.

If you dare to let these rich CEOs live in such a cowshed, you are really emboldened.

However, no one openly objected. Since he promised to come, he would naturally be able to win and lose. Who can lose popularity at this time.