I was blacklisted by the whole network at the beginning, but I became popular after surviving in the

Song Yuge didn't even bother to look at his phone.

In the dark night, Wen Yuan, Wen Qingyan and a few others stood in the storm.

Wen Qingyan had never seen such a scene before and was almost blown down by the wind.

Fortunately, Zhou Yili on the side was quick enough to grab his arm.

Otherwise, Wen Qingyan would probably have fallen into the mud.

Wen Yuan even found a ladder.

Of course, there were also a lot of comments in the barrage scolding him for being a scheming and resource-rich person.

But most of those who were jumping up and down and stirring up trouble were Shen Zhiyi's fans.

He directed Zhou Yili to go to the other side of the cabin.

Wen Qingyan and Duan Yujing were responsible for pulling the tent open in the rain so that the two of them could spread it on the roof.

Song Yuge was worried about slipping in the rain, so he kept looking at the situation outside.

Wen Qingyan and Duan Yujing did slip several times and almost fell.

Fortunately, it was stabilized in the end.

Wen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, grabbed a corner of the tent, and looked at Zhou Yili opposite him.

The sound of rain is really too loud.

He just gestured.

Zhou Yili understood and nodded, cooperating with Wen Yuan's actions, and struggled to spread the tent on the roof in the heavy rain.

Even though Wen Qingyan and Duan Yujing were wearing raincoats, they would still get wet if they stayed in the rain for too long.

Not to mention Duan Yujing.

He never changed his clothes at all.

My body was already soaked.

In the wooden house, Zhuang Yumian looked up at the ceiling and said in surprise, "Yuge, the water is not dripping anymore."

Hearing this, Song Yuge knew that they had succeeded.

She didn't breathe a sigh of relief immediately, but stood nervously at the door, waiting until Wen Yuan and the others returned safely before she relaxed.

Wen Yuan looked very disheveled. His neat short hair now hung wetly on his forehead, and water droplets could be vaguely seen on his eyelashes.

Raindrops occasionally slid down my face.

Song Yuge frowned and asked Zhuang Yumian to bring out the disposable towels that had been prepared long ago to wipe the water off their bodies.

Wen Yuan took off his raincoat, wiped it casually, and looked at Song Yuge, "What should we do with the remaining waterproof membrane?"

"I'll take care of this. First, wipe off the water on your bodies, and then quickly change into clean clothes to avoid catching a cold."

Wen Yuan wanted to say something else.

Song Yuge rarely put on that rather festive face, "Listen to me."

The man paused and chuckled, "Okay, I'll listen to you."

Naturally, the others also obediently changed into dry clothes.

Of course, you can't make a fire in a wooden house.

Song Yuge frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

She turned around and started tinkering with Wen Qingyan's backpack.

After a while, everyone could see that she took out something white.

Zhuang Yumian saw the object in her hand up close and was stunned. "This...isn't this a heating pad? Where did you get it?"

Song Yuge hummed, "I took it out of Wen Qingyan's self-heating hot pot."

She had long known that Wen Qingyan had hidden a self-heating hot pot for her.

If you want to eat hotpot, she can make it another day.

Lend her the things first.

Zhuang Yumian: “…”

Song Yuge took some sliced ​​ginger and threw it in, then added a piece of rose brown sugar and some chopped red dates. Finally, he added water, covered the lid and started heating.

After several men changed their clothes and came out.

What was waiting for them was a cup of pitch-black ginger soup with a hint of rose petals and red dates floating in it.

Wen Yuan's expression was frozen, "..."

Who in the entire Wen family doesn’t know that he hates drinking bitter things the most?

Especially the ginger soup!

When Wen Qingyan saw Song Yuge handing Wen Yuan a cup of ginger soup, his facial features almost flew away.

I'm a fool.

Sister-in-law, you are simply plucking hairs from the head of the King of Hell.