Ah, whose main god was eaten alive by cannon fodder?

Huang Puzi wanted to retreat, but Bai Lang held him back and he couldn't move.

Yesterday he thought that Bai Lang's father was sad or had never taken care of a child, which was why he was so cold the night before.

He was wrong.

Bai Lang's father was even more indifferent last night.

Not only was she indifferent to him, she also threatened him, saying that if he dared to tell anyone what happened in their room, she would never let him see his parents again.

As scary as the old witch who eats children in cartoons.

When Bai Lang returned to his room last night, he could no longer maintain his composure.

I cried in bed for a while.

Huang Puzi went over to comfort him but was pushed away by him.

The anger in my heart was like a wild beast that could not be tied up, especially when Huang Puzi started crying after being pushed away.

The crying sound was very soft, as if she was suppressing her grievances.

Bai Lang felt that life couldn't be darker than it was right now.

"What are you aggrieved about? Are you accusing me of treating you badly?" Bai Lang stared at Huang Pu Zi with red eyes.

Huang Puzi was so frightened that he couldn't utter a word.

I don’t even dare to cry.

"Hmph, if I see you tell anyone what happened today, you'll never see your parents again."

In the end, Huangpuzi fell asleep in fear.

With trepidation and caution.

But he didn't dare show it too obviously for fear that Bai Lang would really never let him see his parents again.

Now facing Bai Lang's comfort, Huangpu Zi felt even more frightened.

He wanted to be like the other three kids.

Huo Yunxiu, holding the house repair task list, looked worried.

At such a young age, he took on responsibilities that he shouldn't have.

"I won't let you take any risks, otherwise I won't be able to explain to my cousin."

Looking at the simple earthen house, Huo Yunxiu spoke.

He had a determined look on his face, as if he had made up his mind.

[Cousin, what cousin? Why does it feel like Huo Shao and Jiang Jiang are playing dumb?]

[Could it be that they are relatives? ]

"Do you mean you want to go up and repair it?" Jiang Zhiyi pointed at the ladder on the house, then pointed at Huo Yunxiu and asked.

I want to tease this little adult.

He couldn't understand how Huo Yunxiu could say such words with the face of a six-year-old.

Is he really that weak as he looks? Or is this a bloodline of the Huo family?

5836: ...still dreaming of a grand final attack? My sweet and delicious chosen Omega host.

Huo Yunxiu nodded firmly.

Jiang Zhiyi: ...despised.

Netizens watching the live broadcast: ...Does the domineering CEO need to practice from a young age?

Xue Du: ...boy, all roads lead to Rome, why don’t you take another one?

"Yes, I'll go."

Huo Yunxiu looked serious.

The filming crew next to them could hardly hold back their laughter.

This kid is really different.

"Do you know how to fix it?" Jiang Zhiyi asked.

Huo Yunxiu shook his head: "I can ask Grandpa."

"You can handle tools."

Huo Yunxiu rolled up his sleeves and lifted his shirt to reveal his tender and delicious muscles: "It's not in vain."

[Wow, Master Huo, is this something we can watch? ]

[From now on, whoever licks the screen is a pervert! ]

I hope Young Master Huo won't reminisce about his recent exploits when he grows up. I'm afraid he won't be able to find a way out.

【Hahahahaha…actually, I want to see Jiang Jiang’s more.】

Jiang Zhiyi raised his eyebrows, this kid!

Not to mention the beautiful muscle lines.

But it's still a little worse than him.

If I wasn't in front of the camera, I would have to lift up my clothes to compare with the little guy.

5836: ...Why have I never felt that the host is so childish?

Jiang Zhiyi: "Repairing a roof requires some skills. Did your kindergarten teacher teach you that?"

Huo Yunxiu shook his head.

"Have you ever been taught by a tutor?"

Huo Yunxiu frowned and shook his head, thinking that he was still too weak and had a lot to learn.

I will hire more teachers when I return this time.

Jiang Zhiyi's eyes were bright, and even when he looked down at Huo Yunxiu, he seemed to be holding his chin up proudly:

"My teacher taught me, so I'm a professional. My dear child, would you be honored to help me?"

Huo Yunxiu: ...What can I say.

The two people divided the work happily.

In order to prevent Huo Yunxiu from feeling useless, Jiang Zhiyi asked Huo Yunxiu to cut some wooden sticks needed to repair the roof.

On the other side, Song Jingyu was stunned when he was taken to the sheep pen.

Who can tell him what's going on with this smell that's about to make him faint?

The flocks of sheep I see on TV are so cute, so well-behaved, so white, and so fragrant, soft and delicious.

What about here?

What are those black spots on the white fur?

And what's up with that black, shiny black thing?

What about the sheep that are as white as cotton?

Hey, and that couple, what are they doing together in broad daylight?

Song Jingyu was so frightened that he quickly covered Fang Yubo's eyes and muttered: "Don't look at anything indecent, what on earth is the director doing? Shepherding the sheep in public..."

[Hahaha, our Yuyu was stunned.]

[Lamb slices... My unique vocabulary has expanded again.]

[How innocent! Another day of saving money to marry Yuyu.]

Song Jingyu's husband: [I've said it so many times, Yuyu is mine! Stop saving money and read more when you have time.]

[Sisters, chirp, chirp...]

Huo Lingyun: ...hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry...If my grandfather wasn't red, I would have cursed even more harshly.

Jian Weiguo and Song Zichen were riding on a big motorcycle, with a basket of corn cobs on the left and another basket of corn cobs on the right.

Song Zichen was sandwiched between two adults and took a nap on the road. His body did not tilt at all while sitting on the motorcycle.

Even though Jian Weiguo was a martial artist, he almost vomited when he got on and off the bus after being bumpy all the way to the town.

Song Zichen, on the other hand, slept all the way through without feeling anything.

Fresh corn cobs are pesticide-free and are natural green food, and they are sold by Jian Weiguo.

The people in the town rushed in and started snatching the goods.

This was something that neither the program team nor Jian Weiguo had expected.

Even in small towns, young people rarely stay at home.

Those who come out to the market are also middle-aged and elderly people.

In their era, Jian Weiguo was a deified figure. They saw Jian Weiguo appear alive in the small town, still selling corn.

Must support.

Some old men and women wanted to buy all the corn by themselves.

We also have to queue up for photos.

Jian Weiguo didn't even have time to stop.

Instead, little Song Zichen took on the important task of looking after the stall.

He was so busy collecting and giving change that his little hands could hardly keep up.

At such a young age, he took on burdens that did not belong to him.

Huang Puzi followed Bai Lang to a field where a task was needed.

There is a large area of ​​peppers planted there.

It's so densely packed that it makes people jealous.

[Why is it different from what I imagined? Is the production team doing it on purpose? ]

[You're bullying our Lang Lang too? Humph, none of you are good.]

[The production team shouldn't make the stepping down too obvious. Mr. Xue and Lang Lang just had a disagreement, and you're immediately adding insult to injury. Are you afraid others won't notice you're flattering the powerful and bullying the weak?]

【Stand up for Lang Lang. 】