This is the entertainment industry! No tantrums or shouting allowed!

Director Cui paused for a moment, then said, "That's right."

Gu Zhu's eyes lit up even more as she glanced at the male guests, her mind already conjuring up images of watching fireworks while nestled on the shoulders of tall men—a scene straight out of an idol drama…

She took the initiative and walked towards Fu Wanzhou's direction.

Everyone assumed she was going to invite the Crown Prince, but to everyone's surprise, Gu Zhu's invitation was: "Uncle Fu, may I have the honor of inviting you to watch the fireworks together?"

【What the hell? ? ? 】

What kind of obscure couple are these two?

Gu Zhu would have been better off choosing Bai Zi than Uncle Fu; he's completely clueless about romance.

...

Fu Qianchuan: "I refuse."

The man's answer was firm and decisive, devoid of any warmth.

Gu Zhu felt extremely wronged. She thought that Fu Qianchuan would at least give her, the chosen one, some face, and even if he refused, he would be polite and gentlemanly. She never expected him to be so decisive.

"Are you not interested in fireworks, or are you not interested in me?" Gu Zhu asked, her eyes red.

Fu Qianchuan: "Mm."

Gu Zhu's eyes widened, filled with shock and heartbreak: "I respect your decision, but I still want to say, I'm really sad..."

Fu Qianchuan: "Don't be sad."

Gu Zhu was on the verge of tears: "Uncle Fu, I know I shouldn't, but I really want to cry..."

Fu Qianchuan: "Don't cry."

A glimmer of hope appeared in Gu Zhu's eyes: "Then could you reconsider?"

Fu Qianchuan: "No."

Gu Zhu: "..."

The viewers in the live stream realized what was happening.

Wow, it's a human-machine response!

Uncle Fu is such a talkative guy, he's a real man!

Of all people to flirt with, Gu Zhu flirted with Uncle Fu. How could a thousand-year-old iron tree bloom so easily?

...

Perhaps because Fu Qianchuan rejected her so harshly, Gu Zhu fell silent for a while, finally calming down.

Fu Wanzhou drew the Ferris wheel, and Yun Xing drew the villa. Both of them looked at Wen Yao at the same time.

Wen Yao was peeling shrimp when she saw this and blinked.

Yunxing had food, but Fu Wanzhou only had a glass of lemonade provided by the production team.

After hesitating for a moment, Wen Yao shared some food with him and Fu Qianchuan: "Make do with this, there's nothing more."

Fu Qianchuan remained calm and composed, and thanked him in a low voice.

Fu Wanzhou was so excited that she slapped her thigh wildly under the table.

Gu Yan's eyebrow twitched: "Dude, stop filming."

Fu Wanzhou stammered incoherently, "What do you know! You don't understand! How could you possibly understand?!"

Gu Yan could no longer contain himself: "You took a picture of my leg!"

Fu Wanzhou: "..."

the other side.

Yun Xingying's lips moved slightly, and she suddenly picked up the bottle of wine that Wen Yao had won by checking in, and gulped down more than half of it.

“Xingxing…” Yunyue wanted to dissuade him, but it was too late.

The campfire flickered, a sea breeze blew, and the clouds and stars instantly filled the sky.

She stared intently at Wen Yao, like a ragdoll cat instinctively moving towards a source of warmth in winter when it's cold.

I want to get closer, even closer...

Slightly tipsy, Yunxing murmured softly, "Yaoyao, you smell so good..."

Wen Yao didn't dodge, letting her lean on her shoulder, but she was quite happy with her playful words:

"Because I'm a country bumpkin."

It wasn't a particularly funny joke, but Yunxing laughed more heartily than anyone else, her body trembling with laughter.

His smooth, fair forehead pressed against Wen Yao's neck, rubbing against her several times in a coquettish manner, sticky and soft.

Wen Yao:?

The girl looked at Yunyue beside her and asked the probing question, "Why is she rubbing against me?"

Yunyue smiled gently, her eyes bright: "What do you think?"

Wen Yao pondered for a few seconds and concluded: "She, like me, didn't wash her hair today."

"So she's a girl with an itchy head."

Yunxing: "..."

Yun Yue: "..."

audience:"……"