Fall in love on the scumbag variety show

Shen Sihou looked at the fan pictures one by one, then turned around and showed them to Wang Ye.

Wang Ye was still being interviewed by the reporter. A beautiful palm appeared in the mirror. Wang Ye pushed him away and said in a low voice, "I'll talk about it later."

Shen Sihou insisted on holding the mobile phone in front of his eyes, and he was bound to "harass" him to the end. Wang Ye had no choice but to hold his wrist and watch the scuffle that had just been broadcast live.

Damn, he complained, how could it be torn like this?

The reporter who was interviewing recorded the scene of the two of them whispering, like a young guy harassing the person he likes viciously, a rare and warm scene on the set.

"This..." Wang Ye pressed close to Shen Sihou's ear, and said hesitantly, "If my reputation causes losses to the program crew, I don't need to pay for it myself, right? The contract says it's because I'm a scumbag." The special nature is to protect the artist!"

Shen Sihou looked at him with contempt on his face, did he ignore these bad words like this, "What are you thinking? Have you fallen into the eyes of money? Can't you see others scolding you?"

Wang Ye read it again, "It's okay, the scolding before was worse than this." He said rightly: "It's not easy to beat workers to make money. The producers are too high-handed and don't squeeze your salary and mine."

Shen Sihou narrowed his eyes, and looked at him sharply, "I've become a male mistress, so you don't have anything to say to me?"

Wang Ye burst out laughing, patted Shen Sihou on the shoulder and said, "Okay, okay, let me say, but interview first."

Shen Sihou simply accepted the interview with Wang Ye, and the reporter asked, "What impression did the other party leave on me when we met for the first time?"

Shen Sihou: "Handsome and funny, it doesn't match the image on the big screen."

Wang Ye: "The scumbag who looks the least like a scumbag."

Shen Sihou stared at Wang Ye fondly when he was speaking, "Thank you for the compliment."

Wang Ye was helpless, "I'm not complimenting you at all, but so far he is indeed the most polite guy I've ever seen. There are not many gentlemen with his temper."

Shen Sihou said bluntly: "You are the most scumbag-like good boy I have ever seen."

Wang Ye was taken aback, the smile froze on his face, good boy?No one has ever commented on myself like this before. I don’t know which point in my heart I touched, and I suddenly feel a little sour?

The reporter laughed, "Hehe, I'm sorry, but you guys are so interesting."

The reporter asked: "If you could describe each other with one taste, what would you choose?"

Shen Sihou: "Some people like the smell of alcohol, and some people hate it. They like it so much that they become addicted to alcohol, and they hate it so much that they will vomit when they smell the lees. But it can disinfect and sterilize bacteria. You can't live without it. It's very irritating."

Wang Ye stared at Shen Sihou in surprise, "I..."

The reporter asked seductively, "Then, do you like drinking?"

Shen Sihou said frankly: "I don't like to drink too much, but I like to taste wine very much. I only taste a little bit every time."

When he was talking, his eyes kept looking at Wang Ye, and the corner of his mouth was full of amusement.

Wang Ye made trouble, "It's because you get drunk when you drink too much."

Wang Ye described Shen Sihou: "I can't say it well, but it seems to be a unique cold aroma mixed with the bitterness and mellowness of coffee."

The reporter asked: "The description is very detailed, does it have any special feeling for you?"

Wang Ye shook his head, "It's just the first time I smelled his scent when we met on the first day."

Shen Sihou leaned close to Wang Ye and whispered, "I didn't know you paid so much attention to me?"

Wang Ye said, "Who told you to pretend when you came out?"

The intern in the director's group reminded the reporter that the interview time was over. The reporter stood up, shook hands with them with a smile, "Thank you for your cooperation."

The director vinegar announced: "Next, you need to choose a gift for the male guests who are filming together with the eyes and angles of scumbags. Pay attention to the object of the gift, it can be your own team members or opponents, but you can only choose one person Give out gifts. After choosing a gift, give the gift to the referee of the program group, and the referee will pass it on to the guests."

"A special car will be arranged for each two groups of guests, and everyone will meet at the commercial street."

On the way to the commercial street, Shen Sihou leaned on the car window with one hand, stared at the street scene outside the window, and said calmly, "Can we talk about your previous scandal now?"

Wang Ye turned to look at him, "Even if I tell you, you can't believe I'm innocent, and I didn't play with his feelings."

Shen Sihou put his palm on his knee and tapped his fingers, "Do you believe I have my own judgment."

Wang Ye nodded, "We had a very good relationship before. I took good care of him because he was still young at the time. Later, there were some conflicts between us. If I say that he used me to hype..."

Shen Sihou looked at Wang Ye, but Wang Ye hastily dodged it in the next second. Shen Sihou saw it, "Is it because he discovered the black history that really belongs to you?"

Wang Ye's face froze visible to the naked eye, and he pursed his lips hard.

Shen Sihou realized that he resisted and didn't want to bring it up, so he changed the subject, "Have you really been together?"

Wang Ye was confused by his unconscionable questions, "What, no..."

Shen Sihou nodded, "It seems that it's not that unforgivable."

Wang Ye asked again: "What do you mean?"

The driver stopped the car, and Shen Sihou opened the car door, "Here we are, by the way, if your gift is not for me, I will be very disappointed."

"Ah?" Wang Ye's face was incredulous, how could he say he wanted a gift so confidently?

He chased after him and said, "Then unless your gift is also for me?"

Shen Sihou tilted his head puzzled, "Otherwise, who do you think I would give it to?"

Wang Ye was completely speechless, "Well, you are so rich, you really don't need to buy me too expensive things, why don't you just discount the presents to me."

Taking advantage of his height, Shen Sihou reached out and tapped his forehead, "Are you treating the rules of the program group as air?"

The photographer who followed the two of them recorded this scene.

It doesn't matter if this knock, Wang Ye, who was still thinking about what gift to give Shen Sihou just now, suddenly realized, Shen Sihou stared at him with a smirk on his face, knowing that he was thinking of something bad.

Wang Ye said: "What do you want to give me? I want to give it to you, but I have already thought about it. Look at how kind I am to you!"

The ten guests split up, Shen Sihou asked him to follow him, and the two walked into the most luxurious shopping center on Golden Street.

"Mr. Shen."

"Mr. Shen, this way please."

The waiter who received them led the way, and Shen Sihou led Wang Ye into the jewelry store. Wang Ye asked, "Why do people here know you? Do you come here often?"

Shen Sihou looked at him, "What do you want to say?"

Wang Ye shrugged, "You often bring different girls here?"

Shen Sihou showed a characteristic smile, "I only took you with me, are you happy?"

Wang Ye was stunned, "I'm glad you're a big-headed ghost."

Shen Sihou smiled brighter, "Come with me."

The two sat on the sofa chair, and the designer came out with jewelry, "Mr. Shen, this is the bracelet you ordered."

Wang Ye widened his eyes slightly, staring at the shining jewels in astonishment, then looked at Shen Sihou, and said in a low voice, "This is too precious!"

"I don't have the money to return such an expensive gift to you!"

Shen Sihou thanked the designer, and said to Wang Ye, "Let's see if it fits first?"

"You don't need to return the gift, but I broke your bracelet before."

Wang Ye hesitated, "That has nothing to do with you, it's really not solid after staying for a long time."

Shen Sihou pushed the bracelet in front of him, "The price is not important, what matters is the sincerity of my apology."

"I saw your fans said that you have several tattoos of pigeons and pelicans, so I asked the designer to design this one. If you want to return the gift, show me your tattoos. I'm very interested?"

Wang Ye muttered, "What's so interesting about that?"

Shen Sihou stared at him with warm eyes as he picked up a bracelet made of jade beads. Wang Ye could wrap it around his wrist four or five times. , Shen Sihou could see that he couldn't put it down.

But Wang Ye still took it off and said, "It's too expensive, I really can't accept it."

Shen Sihou was slightly dissatisfied, "Since I customized it for you, do you want me to return it? The store will not agree. Customizing for you means that it should belong to you, anyway, it is now It's yours, it's up to you."

Wang Ye was dumbfounded, "What kind of gangster logic is this?"

Shen Sihou got up, "I really want to know what my gift is now."

Wang Ye carefully put away the bracelet, Shen Sihou was simply putting pressure on others.

The two walked to the department store area of ​​the shopping mall. Although Shen Sihou's expression remained unchanged, he still warned Wang Ye, "If it's just snacks or daily necessities, and notebooks and other insincere things, I will be very disappointed in you, very disappointed !"

Wang Ye pretended to be surprised, "How did you know I was going to give you a notebook?"

Shen Sihou narrowed his eyes, turned and left expressionlessly, his sudden movement almost collided with the cameraman following him.

"I lied to you! I lied to you!" Wang Ye laughed loudly and pulled him back.

When the two walked to the wine cabinet, Shen Sihou's expression softened a little, he stared at Wang Ye's earnest way of picking wine, put his palms on the wine cabinet and said, "Are you giving yourself to me?"

Wang Ye picked up the wine bottle, knowing that Shen Sihou was deliberately saying such ambiguous words for the sake of the show's ratings, so he could only bite the bullet and continue, "Don't be complacent, this is also the idea you gave me."

Shen Sihou said with a smile: "You don't want to see me drunk, do you?"

With his back turned to him, Wang Ye stood in front of the shelf, thinking that he had been discovered again.

"Hi! Mr. Shen, Brother Ye, you are here!" Shi Shi pushed the shopping cart over and helped Wang Ye out of the siege temporarily.

Wang Ye turned around in surprise, "Time! Have you chosen yet?"

Shen Sihou looked at the empty shopping cart, and asked softly, "Didn't Dong Luo be with you?"

Time immediately blushed, "He said he would give me a surprise."

Shen Sihou nodded, and looked at Wang Ye meaningfully, "It seems that I'm not romantic enough."

Wang Ye kept smiling, gritted his teeth and said, "Shut up."

Shi Shi smiled, "Then I won't bother you, I'll go to the sports area for a stroll."

Shen Sihou waved his hand at him, Wang Ye continued to search on the wine rack, muttering: "No, I remember that there is a sweet wine that is really suitable for you."

Shen Sihou raised his eyebrows, "Sweet wine?"

"Hey, is that Wang Ye?"

A suspicious voice came from the opposite shelf, Wang Ye froze, and slowly straightened up to look over.

Shen Sihou followed his gaze and looked over, "Why are you a fan?"

It's not uncommon for Wang Ye to be recognized when he goes to the supermarket because of his popularity, but it would be nice if it was like this.

"Damn! It's that scumbag!"

"Damn it, it's not disgusting enough to sell corruption in variety shows, and dare to come out disgusting people."

"Wang Ye, are you dead or not!"

Shen Sihou's eyes darkened. As a public figure, he would have to bear being insulted by the audience in variety shows, but now these black fans are threatening Wang Ye personally.

Just as Shen Sihou was about to speak, his wrist was grasped forcefully, and a sudden burst of force dragged him out. Wang Ye held his hand while running and said, "There's no time to explain. These fans are crazy. Run with me!"

The author has something to say: Although it has not been enough, I still draw ten red envelopes