The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

"Dingling bell~Dingling bell~"

As the cell phone rang one after another, the figure trapped in the soft quilt drowsily took out a chubby hand and skillfully turned it off. After turning off six or seven alarm clocks, the person on the bed finally woke up a little.

Mu Kunyou half sat up, in order not to pollute the eyes of the netizens and fans who were watching the variety show behind the camera. Knowing that there was a wake-up call today, everyone was wearing pajamas, so neat and tidy that there would be no trouble for the editor, and no content that should not be broadcast was revealed.

He is not wearing any makeup at this moment. Even if he is an artist, he is still an ordinary man. It is impossible for him to become a star directly. He still has oil on his face, needs to eat, drink water, and poop.

After a night's sleep, he had a thin stubble on his chin like many ordinary men. Mu Kunyou wore a white vest on his upper body and a pair of boxer plaid beach shorts on his lower body. He wore the dark blue slippers provided by the hotel and went to the bathroom to take care of his personal problems.

When he came out again, he changed into a set of casual sportswear that was convenient for activities.

The cameras in the room move up, down, left and right as controlled by the backstage program team. They are placed in a Feng Shui location that has been carefully selected after careful inspection and debugging by professional staff. With only a few cameras, every corner of the spacious and comfortable presidential suite can be seen without blind spots.

It is just to minimize the disturbance of the artist by the cameraman in the room and give the senses a symbolic sense of privacy.

At this time, several cameras turned together, showing Mu Kunyou's not-so-hidden hiding method from several angles.

Knowing that he was going to wake everyone up, Mu Kunyou swiped the keypad to open the door that was placed on the dining table in the living room. He quietly swiped the key to Bai Menggui's room. With the sound of the electronic door clicking and the lock core turning, a dark head popped in first.

It’s simple. It’s not that Mu Kunyou doesn’t want to come in directly, but Bai Menggui and the others have a backup plan.

He looked at the two figures rising and falling on the bed in the room with his small eyes, and a slightly obscene smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Even though the curtains in the room had an excellent light-blocking effect, and even though the sun had risen slightly outside and the light had dispelled the darkness and gradually enveloped the earth, there was still not much difference between this room and night time.

He retracted his head again and began to study the security chain on the door in front of him.

“Da La~ Da La~”

The sound of iron chains rustling like a chicken pecking at rice came from the room. It was obvious that Mu Kunyou was very unfamiliar with this kind of object. In order to observe it better, he even turned on the flashlight function of the bracelet on his wrist, trying to understand it through a little light.

Bai Menggui opened his eyes silently in the quilt. His ears moved under the cover of the quilt. Because of the tiny noises coming from the door, his sleepy eyes instantly woke up, and then a cold light full of vigilance flashed in them, as if he subconsciously felt that something that had long been seen in the entertainment industry had happened.

But the next moment, he regained consciousness and recalled the game last night. His originally cold eyes slowed down again. Thinking of the preparations he made before going to bed, he rubbed the soft pillow and waited for you to fall into the trap. ψ(｀?′)ψ!