Xiao Zuojing became popular after falling in love with her ex

Should the two do the task first or talk about love for a while?

The NPCs who came and went looked at Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou curiously, they couldn't gossip.

Jian Cong glared at Fu Wenzhou: "I love to talk but not to talk."

Fu Wenzhou grabbed his hand immediately, for fear that the young master would ignore him again if he got angry.

"Don't move." Jian Cong pulled his hand back angrily.

Fu Wenzhou saw that he wasn't angry, so he smiled and said, "It's really all right, I just want to hug you all of a sudden."

His voice is indescribably pleasant, Jian Cong has always known this, but when such a voice talks about ambiguous love, it seems to be more pleasant than usual.

Jian Cong glanced at him and said, "Then you know how to ask when you hold hands, why didn't you ask when you hugged me?"

Fu Wenzhou said kindly: "Then can I hug you now?"

"No."

Jian Cong raised his haughty chin, turned his head and entered the venue in front of him.

Fu Wenzhou laughed, and quickly followed him, walking in with his shoulders.

In such a big place, why did Fu Wenzhou squeeze so tightly with him?

Jian Cong gave a "tsk" and raised his hand to push him, but Fu Wenzhou held his hand instead, interlocking his fingers involuntarily.

Jian Cong tried to pull out his hand, but gave up resisting when he found that he couldn't pull it out.

This is not what he is willing to hold, it is Fu Wenzhou, a shameless person who has never let go.

After walking through a wide corridor, a huge racing venue appeared in front of you.

The boss greeted him with a smile, and said the opening remarks he had prepared a long time ago: "Welcome guests from Liuguang Hut, we are the first racing club in the world's first underground city, here are four-wheel drive racing cars, motorcycles... "

After a 2-minute long introduction, the boss took a deep breath and said, "Welcome to both of you."

Jian Cong nodded and got straight to the point: "How to do the task?"

"Uh... how do you know there is a mission here?"

The boss thought that under normal circumstances, guests would first ask if there is any task.

Jian Cong said with a smile: "You are all the first racing club, and you are a little confident in yourself."

When promoting the dungeon, it mainly promoted more than [-] large venues, including racing cars, baking, secret rooms, virtual boxing gyms and the like.

Now that the dungeon wants to advertise through the program, of course, it must also focus on promoting these places, so there will definitely be a mission site here.

The boss was stunned, and immediately gave him a thumbs up: "Excellent."

Fu Wenzhou just laughed.

Jian Cong looked at him sideways, puzzled and said: "People praise me, why are you so silly?"

Fu Wenzhou's smile became more obvious: "If others praise me, I shouldn't be so happy."

Jian Cong reacted for a while, and then his face became hot, and he scolded him in a low voice: "I'm sick."

He remembered that Fu Wenzhou was not so flashy before, and he always said less and did more, but why does he seem to be developing towards a "straight ball" now?

Now Jian Cong has reason to suspect that he has planned for a long time to tease him on purpose.

The boss looked left and right, and asked without insight: "Then what, should you two do the task first or talk about love for a while?"

Jane Cong: ".."

Fu Wenzhou pursed his lips and asked, "What is the mission?"

"The two of you have to participate in the racing competition, and the mission will be completed only if both of you reach the finish line within the specified time."

The two followed the boss to the inside of the venue and found that there are not only real racing cars and tracks, but also some AR-configured virtual chariots. The latter is what they are going to challenge today.

They need to wear helmets with AR technology, and then ride simulated motorcycles to complete the racing competition in a small independent space.

Jian Cong saw the black and red motorcycle at a glance: "I ride this."

He walked to the side of the motorcycle, and when he wanted to raise his hand to touch the body, he remembered that he was still holding hands with Fu Wenzhou.

He shook his arm: "Aren't you letting go?"

Only then did Fu Wenzhou reluctantly let go of his hand, and asked, "Can I still hold you later?"

Jian Cong didn't reply, and put on the helmet directly, but the corners of his lips under the helmet raised involuntarily.

After Fu Wenzhou also put on the helmet, Jian Cong said, "I'll hold you if you win."

Their helmets have the same signal frequency, so Fu Wenzhou heard his words clearly, and said with a low smile: "Then I have to work hard."

As time passed, Fang Yuze, who was sitting in the coffee shop at the door, became more and more impatient, and looked up the main road from time to time.

Above the main road and under the skywalk, there is a huge display screen, which is now showing the current score leaderboard.

Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou had been in for more than an hour, and their points had reached an astonishing 35 points.

And Zhong Guan and Miao Chan, who had just entered, had already scored three points, only Fang Yuze and Qu Banyan were still big zeros behind their names.

Qu Banyan didn't have any sense of crisis, she pushed the coffee in her hand towards Fang Yuze, and said, "This is delicious, my dear, try it."

Fang Yuze shook his legs and said impatiently, "You drink it yourself."

"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?" Qu Banyan noticed that his face was a little pale.

"It's okay." Fang Yuze put his hand in his pocket and kept rubbing something.

After another 2 minutes of silence, he suddenly got up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Qu Banyan looked at the time and said, "We can enter in 10 minutes, hurry up."

Jian Cong and the others didn't know what was going on outside, but they ran into Zhong Guan and Miao Chan in the bakery.

"I guessed that you would be here." Zhong Guan walked to them and said in surprise, "Did you bake pizza?"

Fu Wenzhou was wearing a pastry chef's hat, a mask, and an apron, looking decent.

Jian Cong sat on a chair beside him, with a plate of hot pizza in front of him, and a piece of pizza in his hand, which he hadn't finished chewing.

Seeing that Jian Cong couldn't answer, Fu Wenzhou said, "Our task is to make durian pizza."

He handed them another untouched plate, and said, "I baked two more, if you are hungry, you can eat some first."

It was almost noon now, and the program team didn't give them time to eat, so they had to solve it in the task.

"Then we won't be polite." Zhong Guan broke a piece for Miao Chan.

Miao Chan took a sip and her eyes lit up: "This baked food is even better than the store."

"Xiao Fu's skills are really good."

Jian Cong swallowed, and said immediately after hearing the words: "I also made small biscuits, and they will be baked right away."

Zhong Guan and Miao Chan looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"Then let's try it later and see how Jane's skills are."

Jian Cong suddenly knew what they were laughing at. What he said just now was like a contest between children.

But his original intention was to say that he also baked things, definitely not to compete with Fu Wenzhou in cooking!

Fu Wenzhou bowed his head while making the cake, and decorated the snow-white cream with bright red strawberries, his eyes filled with smiles.

Jian Cong glanced at him, snorted softly, and decided not to care about the face of pizza.

The program was being recorded smoothly, but a topic suddenly appeared on Weibo——#星月流光粉丝#

The Reuters picture was posted by a Weibo celebrity. It seems that it was taken during the time when Jian Cong and the others got off the car and entered the dungeon. The picture is a bit blurry.

Everyone was very excited when they saw Reuters, and they also found out that they went to the dungeon, and the sense of anticipation was immediately full.

But in the midst of the joy and excitement, suddenly a group of black fans and sailors appeared, as if they had been agreed, they all started to attack Jian Cong.

[Am I not mistaken, Jian Cong is wearing the Hua Deng family's early spring show?Isn't this still in the pre-sale period? 】

[I can't think of any funder who has the ability to buy new models that have not yet been sold. 】

[So Jian Cong's body is not a high imitation, is it?Then I really want to die laughing. 】

[He wears such a good suit, beg Jane Bailian not to sell the young master's character set, it will collapse in minutes, and now Hermas is so boycotted that he dare not post advertisements hahaha! 】

This is of course a rumor. No matter how confusing the video is, Jian Cong's temperament is top-notch, and his beauty without dead ends is obvious to all.

It's just that although some fans and rational passers-by retorted, more and more people were brought into the rhythm. The passers-by who had a good impression of Jian Cong also began to waver, thinking that liking Jian Cong seemed ashamed.

Topics such as #见洞被反护# and #见洞穿假货# were also bought into the hot searches.

After Hao Xian saw the news, he immediately contacted the two involved brands to refute the rumors. Of course, there was no problem with HR, so he agreed.

Before Huadeng could contact Hao Xian, the director of the other party called him first.

"Mr. Jian is the VVIP of our brand, and our show models are all given priority to him."

The director looked at the words "urgent inventory" displayed on the computer, and extended an invitation to Hao Xian: "If we have time, we would like to invite Mr. Jian and Mr. Fu to visit the brand headquarters. If you are interested, we can cooperate further."

Huadeng, as the leading old luxury clothing brand in China, plays a pivotal role in the international arena.

Just because the style is relatively conservative and old-fashioned, coupled with the emergence of new brands, their sales have been getting worse and worse in the past ten years.

But even so, as a veteran blue blood, it is still the benchmark for establishing the commercial value of domestic artists.

They will change a spokesperson every two years, and each spokesperson is the most commercially valuable artist of the year, and their last spokesperson is Fu Wenzhou, and the contract is about to expire at the end of the year.

Hao Xian rubbed his hands and asked tentatively: "You mean——your company intends to cooperate with Jian Cong and Fu Wenzhou?"

In the history of Hua Deng's endorsement, no one has served as the brand spokesperson twice in a row, and there is no precedent for two people to endorse the brand at the same time.

"That's right." The director smiled and said, "I'm not hiding it from you, it's because the two artists under your command are too strong."

"Our sales have risen to the level of seven years ago when Actor Fu was the endorsement, and the sportswear that Jian Cong is wearing today. There are [-] pieces in the pre-sale channel on the official website, and now it shows that all pre-orders have been made. it's over."

Their pre-sale is to deliver half of the cash directly, and such a not-so-cheap sports suit was snatched up in just one minute, even they have never seen such a battle.

Hao Xian felt that his manager was really "leisure", and was completely taken away by the two artists.

"That's no problem, we can go there tomorrow."

"Okay, let's get in touch then."

Hao Xian said again: "However, there is a lot of quarrel on the Internet now, I hope you can help my artist dispel rumors."

"Should be."

So 5 minutes later, the two major brands that were involved in this black fan action all posted Weibo to refute the rumors.

The people who were busy continuing to output ridicule: "!"

The author says:

Happy Dragon Boat Festival, little angels——