Afraid of getting angry, just drink me

"Really...do you want to do this?"

"need."

"No...can't you?"

"No."

An insurmountable mountain in his career appeared. Wang Luoji pulled up his neckline to cover his mouth and nose, and stared at Jiao Jiao with a twisted face.

However, Jiao Jiao just looked back at him with a slight smile, holding a fragrant golden pillow durian in her hand, her gaze turning into spring rain.

The two sides were at a stalemate, Jiao Jiao groped from the cloth bag she carried with her, and took out a magic weapon——

Fengyoujing.

This advertisement had to be filmed, so Wang Laoji had no choice but to put some essential oil on his nose.This thing is so hot that it is hot enough, and the man's nose is immediately reddened.

"Hiss—" He was so hot that tears burst into tears: "Isn't this too much energy?"

Jiao Jiao couldn't help laughing: "Hahaha, you look like a clown with a red nose!"

"You're still laughing, I'm in pain," Wang Luoji gasped.

I can't smell the durian smell anymore, but the smell of wind oil goes straight to the depths of the trachea.This feeling is so cool.

"Who told you to apply so much, just put a drop on people. You would rather put Fengyoujing on your nose than smell durians..." Jiao Banana chanted brokenly, from He took out a pack of tissues from his bag and wiped off a little essential oil for him.

The boy's movements were very light, and his nose was itchy when he rubbed it.Well, now not only the nose is red, but also the face and ears are red.

Wang Luoji froze and did not move, his eyes wandered in places other than Jiao Jiao, looking for a topic stiffly: "Why do you have everything in this bag?"

"This is a treasure bag." Jiao Jiao pinched the edge of his nose for him, "What's more, Brother Xiaoye asked me to take good care of you."

"If Xiaoye doesn't ask, you won't take care of her?"

"..." Jiao Jiao's hand suddenly exerted great strength, almost scratching the skin of Wang Laoji's nose.

"Take it easy," Wang Laoji asked many times, "Fengyoujing is spicy at best. If you let me smell the durian and stand there for a long time, I can die on the spot!"

"exaggerate."

"..."

After the constant tug-of-war between the forces of the two sides, it was finally Wang Laoji who compromised. After all, once he met Jiao Jiao, he would be out of control. That is called unconditional obedience.

He took the durian from Jiao Jiao's hand, and his muscular arms trembled, as if he was holding a time bomb.

In order to chase after his wife, there is no way.

In a person's life, he always bows his head for true love once.

Seeing him holding the durian in the palms of both hands, Jiao Jiao couldn't help frowning: "Oh, don't your hands hurt? If you hold it like this, the thorns will pierce the shower head."

Wang Luoji: "..."

In the next 10 minutes, Jiao Jiao tirelessly taught Wang the best actor how to hold durians correctly, and repeatedly emphasized——

"You can't hold the durian in your hands. You have to hold the small handle at the top and a small hard thorn at the bottom to prevent it from falling. Otherwise, your hands will be riddled with holes."

"Okay, okay, I got it! Why are you so wordy?" As long as there is a durian in the field of vision, Wang Laoji will be inexplicably irritable.

He thought Jiao Jiao talked too much, so he said impatiently: "I can take it, even if it's so simple, do you think I'm mentally retarded?"

Then the next second, he was stabbed...

Wang Luoji: "Woo~"

After a long period of psychological counseling for the shooter, the advertisement was finally able to start filming.

now--

An out-of-date film king surnamed Wang, with a necklace of distinct Kyoho grapes hanging on his chest, and a huge Thai Golden Pillow Durian in his hand, stood gracefully in front of the gate of a certain fruit batch market, speaking with a sweet voice. The magnetic voice said an advertisement:

"One is sweet and soft, and the fragrance will last forever."

The visual effect of the advertisement is quite impactful, just like a male model who just came out of a Paris fashion show, put on the traditional African savage clothes, and then stood in front of the most popular online celebrity shop on the pedestrian street, peddling products regardless of image.

Eye-catching power explodes.

Jiao Jiao stepped on flip-flops and was squatting in the front row eating durians. He nodded with satisfaction and cheered loudly: "It's great, it's great, it's great!"

Then he turned his head and said to the director: "Let's do another one!"

Wang Luoji: "..."

Nima, when the previous one, the previous one and the previous one were filmed, this little brat said the same thing.

The big star couldn't bear it anymore, threw away the durian in his hand and wanted to strike, "I quit! Whoever loves to do this job will do it!"

Don't mention what is dedicated or not, in front of durian, nothing matters.

Jiao Jiao hurriedly stopped him: "Don't, don't, didn't you take a good shot just now?"

Wang Laoji shook off his hand, and put on a face that smelled worse than durian: "It's a dirty and smelly job, I don't want to suffer this."

After all, he is a film king who has surpassed the Golden Goat in Cannes, right?There are three catties of nails on a rotten boat, and this hand is still used to hold trophies. How did it become the one holding durians in a blink of an eye?It looks like a micro-business selling agricultural products.

"What's wrong? What's wrong with you?" Jiao Jiao opened her eyes and said nonsense, "You are a fashionista, and you are the vanguard at the pinnacle of aesthetics!"

He worked hard, wishing to use all the good words to keep people.

Wang Laoji pointed to the "fantastic clothes" on his body, and asked angrily: "Then Brother Jiao, tell me, what kind of things are I wearing? Anyone passing by will think that I am a rag collector." !"

Jiao Jiao was ignorant of his conscience, and praised him like heaven and earth: "Master, the grape hanging on your shoulder is an emerald pearl agate chain, and the durian in your hand is a Hermes crocodile leather handbag. Proper advertising blockbuster!"

Wang Luoji: "..." Maybe I can't say it.

The two sides argued fiercely for three rounds, but Wang Laoji was defeated because he couldn't thicken the opponent's face. He could only pick up the durian and continue to stand in front of the camera.

At this time, Wang Daxing is like a middle-aged laborer who has been re-employed. For the meager advertising fee, he is reluctantly squeezed by the employer, and even the last penny of value is exploited.

In fact, when he thought about it from another angle, no matter how inhumane this job was, it was still earning money for the Jiao family's property. Thinking about it this way, he didn't feel so disgusted.

Of course I am happy to earn money for my future wife.

For durian, Wang Luoji can be said to be physically disgusted. Now he can still smile at the camera while hugging a durian. It would be unreasonable not to award him the "Best Dedication Award".

He thought he could survive with the powerful essential oil, but unexpectedly, he still underestimated the power of durian——

Imported from Thailand, the quality is first-class, and the smell is of course extraordinarily strong, like a "biochemical weapon".

After standing for a whole morning, the smell of Fengyoujing gradually dissipated, and the smell of durian hit again, sweeping through the man's nasal cavity like a hurricane.

Taking a breath, Wang Laoji almost vomited.

The destructive power of this stench was comparable to that of an atomic bomb. It made him dizzy and his stomach rolled violently. Just by smelling it like this, he had already developed symptoms of food poisoning.

Hold on, for the future daughter-in-law of the nest!

Hold on, for the happiness of the rest of my life!

Hold on, for...

I can't stand it anymore.

The pungent smell rushed straight to the sky, Wang Laoji felt a star flashing in front of his eyes, then rolled his eyes, and passed out on his back.

Finally, he understood that he had come to Shabian Village after a calamity, and it was not an ordinary calamity, it was a calamity of life and death.

The unconscious man fell to the ground with a bang, and as soon as his hands were free, the durian full of spikes fell instantly and hit his instep heavily, making the sound of a comet hitting the earth.

This scene is really sad for those who hear it, and tears for those who see it.

"Ah, ah, ah! It's a fatality!"

"Oh my god! The big star died suddenly—!"

"Die, die! Hurry up and call the village doctor!!"

"..."

The people around rushed forward, fearing that the world would not be chaotic, and exclaimed around Wang Luoji, who was on all fours.

The purple grapes rolled to the ground, and were trampled by the densely packed crowd, splashing their juices everywhere. The scorching sun in the sky was blocked by heads leaning over one after another, and it was difficult to even circulate the air around.

"Give way! Make way! It's all gone! Let him breathe!" Gao Ao shouted hoarsely to disperse the crowd.

Jiao Jiao rushed forward, "Mr. Wang—!"

He knelt beside Wang Luoji, shook him crazily, and shouted extremely sadly: "Mr. Wang! What's wrong with you? Wake up!"

The boy's voice was originally very clear, but now it was a little howling.

At that moment, Wang Laoji regained a little bit of consciousness, probably because Jiao Jiao's howling ghosts and wolves was too strong, like a pacemaker, stimulating him to wake up again.

Wang Luoji thought tiredly: What about the funeral of the widow?

He tried his best to lift his eyelids, and in his field of vision, Jiao Jiao's pale face gradually enlarged, and then two lips were covered, soft and warm.

The boy puffed his cheeks, and slowly pushed a puff of air into his mouth.

First aid, of course artificial respiration is indispensable.

However, Jiao Jiao's mouth has just eaten durian...

Therefore, this kiss brought only despair to Wang Luoji.

The man was suffocated again, closed his eyes, and passed out again.

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