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

The next second, there was a sudden "puff" sound, instantly breaking the silence at the scene.

Wen Qingyan had just taken a mouthful of porridge and had no time to swallow it when he suddenly heard what Song Yuge said. He couldn't help but spit it out.

He is really busy at the moment.

He didn't know whether to wipe his own mouth, or wipe the trouser legs of Wen Yuan who was innocently implicated beside him, or quickly put down the bowl in his hand and wipe it.

People who are at a loss are indeed busier.

Wen Yuan looked at him with deathly eyes, expressionless.

Wen Qingyan really looked like he was about to cry, even more genuinely than Shen Zhiyi.

"I was wrong, ahhh, I was wrong, I'm sorry."

[I'm really getting more and more curious about who this little wen is. ]

[That's right, he actually managed to get Fourth Young Master Wen to apologize to him.]

[When passersby pass by, shouldn't they apologize if they have done something wrong? ]

[Yes, yes, yes. Your wife is still saying that people are targeting her. Why don't you let her apologize?]

Wen Qingyan was busy wiping Wen Yuan's trouser legs.

In the observation room, the director was concentrating on watching the big screen.

As a result, Song Yuge had not finished exclaiming when he said that.

The next second, Wen Qingyan sprayed directly at Wen Yuan.

This scene scared the director so much that he fell off his chair.

He ignored the pain and quickly shouted to the staff wearing headsets, "Hurry up! Send up tissues and towels, and we also need disinfectant, alcohol wipes and other things. Send them up quickly! Hurry!"

My voice was torn.

The director breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the staff react and immediately gave Wen Yuan disinfectant and cleaning supplies.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

It's too dangerous.

A staff member nearby murmured, "Director, there's no need to be so exaggerated, right? It's just a trouser leg, just wipe it and it will be fine."

The director turned to look at him expressionlessly, "Shen Zhiyi took a bath last night, and before dawn, the bathtub was removed."

The producer silently echoed, "The disinfection team next door has disinfected the place inside and out."

That person is not an ordinary mysophobia.

staff member:"……"

Isn’t this too mysophobic?

The director turned his gaze to the big screen again.

He was really worried that the man would just throw Wen Qingyan out.

Just when Wen Qingyan thought he was really going to be thrown out by Wen Yuan.

Song Yuge came over.

As soon as she finished speaking, she was startled by Wen Qingyan's movement.

During the past two days of getting along with him, she also noticed from many small details that Wen Yuan was actually a bit of a mysophobia.

Even if you're not a mysophobia person, it would be hard not to feel uncomfortable if someone vomited on you for no reason, right?

Song Yuge stood up without thinking too much and took the tissue that the staff member rushed over to him.

She squatted down and carefully wiped the stains off his trouser legs without waiting for Wen Yuan to react.

Seeing this scene, not to mention Wen Yuan, even Wen Qingyan was shocked.

"Sister-in-law...Teacher Song, how about I come over?"

Song Yuge didn't even frown, "It's okay, I wiped it all clean."

Others were frightened by the scene of the staff.

Shen Zhiyi was just pulled away by the staff.

She was pushed into the corner like this, her face was extremely dark.

Wen Yuan frowned, and after he came to his senses, he immediately held Song Yuge's hand that was wiping his trouser legs, and his face didn't look very good.

"Stop wiping it and get up."

For the first time, Song Yuge heard a hint of undisturbedness in his tone.

She was stunned for a moment, and the tissue in her hand was taken away by Wen Yuan.

Then, Wen Yuan turned his eyes to the staff member who was also holding a tissue and said, "Give me the stuff."

The staff reacted and quickly handed the item over.

Wen Yuan took the pack of alcohol wipes, took out one, and carefully wiped Song Yuge's chubby hands inside and out.

After using one card, draw out the second one.

It took three or four of them.

If Song Yuge's skin wasn't so tender, it would easily turn red if she applied a little force.

She was beginning to wonder if Wen Yuan was about to use up the pack of alcohol wipes.

Wen Yuan frowned, made sure it was wiped clean, and then let go of her hand.

Then he looked up at her, his deep eyes full of concentration and seriousness.

"Don't do this kind of thing next time."

He didn't need her to bend over.

There was no need for her to do this for him.

Song Yuge was stunned.