Bring your bestie to play melon in the domineering love story

"Hey hey!"

"This is going to kill me!"

"Who on earth is this person with a black conscience?"

After a few wails, the guest who was still asleep hurriedly got up from the bed and rushed to the yard in his pajamas.

"what's the situation?"

"What happened?"

"Is there a thief?"

Han Fei's short hair was a little frizzy because he hadn't had time to style it. Jiang Shaoqing only had his pajamas half-buttoned. Qiao Xingyu scratched his hair sleepily. Bai Jing clutched her coat tightly and yawned. Tang Jiujiu leaned drowsily against Jiang Ruoli with drooping eyelids. Except for Huo Xingzhou and Fang Hao, everyone else looked like they were still asleep.

"What time is it? Just after dawn, right?"

"About half past five."

Jiang Shaoqing had a look of despair on his face. "Look at me. I get up earlier than a chicken, sleep later than a dog, eat worse than a pig, and work harder than a cow. Others go to five bars a week, but you and I go to the morning office five times a week."

At half past five, in the past, his nightlife would have just ended.

Qiao Xingyu also yawned several times. Although an artist's work requires getting up early and working late, he had to get up before dawn every time to record a show, and he had to work all day long, which was really a bit too much for him.

"I'm so sleepy!" Han Fei was half asleep, rubbing his frizzy hair and staggering from side to side.

Last night he agreed to let Jiang Shaoqing sleep in his room, and they agreed to sleep on the floor. But in the middle of the night he said he was cold and crawled directly into his quilt. The two of them had to squeeze into one small bed. His back and waist were already sore from cutting grass for pigs, and now his whole body was sore. It felt like his thighs hurt when he touched them, and his legs were shaking when he walked out of the room.

He felt that this was no longer called remembering the bitter past and thinking of the sweet present, but was called forcing oneself to endure the bitterness.

The guests were still complaining to each other when Jiang Ruoli suddenly said, "Did someone poison the chicken?"

"Poisoned?"

Han Fei's sleepiness faded a little, and he turned his head to look.

I saw Old Lady Zhang standing in front of the chicken coop. The chickens in front of her were lying belly up, no longer breathing. If you smelled carefully, you could smell a strange smell coming from the whole chicken coop.

"What a sin!" the old lady yelled again and collapsed to the ground.

The audience in the live broadcast room was confused.

What happened? All the chickens died overnight?

【I guess someone must have poisoned it.】

Poisoning? Retaliation?

[Although it's hard to believe, who would kill a chicken? It's really cruel.]

[It's over. Does it have anything to do with the guests? ]

Jiang Ruoli thought of something and walked up to Han Fei expressionlessly, "It's not you again, is it?"

Han Fei and Jiang Shaoqing woke up instantly.

The two shook their heads.

"How is that possible? Yesterday's Egg King was purely an accident, and we..." Han Fei paused and looked at Jiang Shaoqing in horror, "No way?"

"Can't do anything?"

Jiang Ruoli's mouth twitched.

She suddenly had a bad feeling.

Han Fei pulled her arm and pulled her aside, whispering, "Sister Li, we stewed the egg king yesterday and felt bad about it. Jiang Shaoqing said he would find a way to make it up to the old lady, so we went to the village and bought a chicken on credit from the villagers."

"No wonder you two were acting so sneaky last night." Tang Jiujiu came over, "Could it be that you found a sick chicken and killed the whole flock?"

What the hell!

Han Fei and Jiang Shaoqing looked at each other and saw despair in each other's eyes.

Jiang Ruoli held her forehead and sighed.

It’s over.

It would have been fine if they had just stewed an old hen, but now they have taken away a whole nest of chickens.

"Han Fei, are you going to kill us all?"

"us..."

Han Fei smiled bitterly. He had good intentions, but ended up doing something bad.

Now it’s hard to explain whether it makes sense or not.

"What should we do now?" Jiang Shaoqing glanced at Old Lady Zhang anxiously, shrinking his neck. "She was so angry yesterday. If she knew the chickens died because of us, she would definitely kill us."

"It's more than just killing you!" Jiang Ruoli sneered, "whipping your corpses is almost the same."

Han Fei's face fell.

The silence was deafening.

【What does Sister Rouruo say to them? 】

[Probably looking for the murderer.]

[A pastoral variety show changed to a criminal investigation?]

【@Upstairs, it’s not impossible. 】

[Wait, it can't be what I guessed? ]

Tang Jiujiu leaned against Jiang Ruoli, wondering what to do, when she suddenly noticed a pair of eyes staring at her.

She looked back.

Seeing Fang Hao leaning against the tree with his arms lazily folded, his pair of peach blossom eyes were particularly attractive.

Meeting her gaze, he curled his thin lips and smiled confidently.

—Do you need my help?

He mouthed it.

A forensic pathologist is a forensic pathologist, and he has a very sharp eye.

Tang Jiujiu bit her lower lip and nodded.

Fang Hao pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, walked up to Old Lady Zhang, and said, "It wasn't poisoned. It was infected with fowl plague and died."

"Chicken plague?" Old Mrs. Zhang stood up suddenly. "I've raised these chickens for years. How could they be infected with chicken plague?"

She narrowed her eyes and almost said that you are the one with chicken plague, but when she saw Fang Hao's gloomy and sick look, she backed down.

"So, where did the chicken plague come from?"

"Don't believe it? Ask them."

"Them?" Old Lady Zhang subconsciously looked at Han Fei and Jiang Shaoqing. She was already furious, and she became even more furious. "Why are you here again?"

"Yes, it's us again." Han Fei scratched his head awkwardly and coughed softly. "Well... actually, it's like this. How about you listen to our explanation first?"

"Explain it!"

Old Mrs. Zhang took the initiative and rushed over, grabbing the two men's ears, one on the left and one on the right.

"what!!!"

Screams cut through the sky.

[Holy crap! What’s going on?]

[Don't you understand this? Han Fei and Jiang Shaoqing are in trouble.]

[Anyone can see that the deaths of these chickens are strange, but I still want to know how they did it.]

[That's enough, it must be an accident.]

Han Fei and Jiang Shaoqing covered their ears and begged for mercy with gritted teeth.

"Yeah...sorry!"

"We didn't mean to do that!"

"We didn't expect to buy sick chickens!"

then.

The live broadcast screen turned into...

Two tall and long-legged handsome men were grabbed by the ears by an old lady and were wailing and begging for mercy in the yard, almost kneeling down.

The other guests either had expressions of disgust on their faces or were speechless.

Jiang Ruoli rubbed his temples. It was okay to get up early every day, but these lively people really made him a little nervous.

"What a jerk those two are!" Bai Jing complained. "I told them not to bring the chicken back, but they wouldn't listen. Now look what's happened. They've made the old lady so mad she might end up in the hospital."

"Oh! So you knew?" Jiang Ruoli's gaze drifted over lazily, looking at Bai Jing with a smile.

Bai Jing's face turned pale in an instant, and she began to stammer and defend herself.

Her words also made the audience in the live broadcast room realize one thing.