Chapter 532
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Now, only number two and number seven had not been drawn.
The layout of number two was second only to number one. Although it was not as luxurious and convenient as number one, it was not a villa.
However, number two was located in the village. There was no need to climb the mountain. It was also very convenient when gathering for missions.
Therefore, from a certain point of view, number two was better than number one.
Now, only number two and number seven were left.
They would either live in the best house or live in the worst, worst, and smelliest house.
Success or failure would depend on this draw.
Han Qin instantly lost his composure.
The gentle smile on his face gradually faded. At this moment, because of his nervousness and worry, his usually gentle eyes were tinged with an aggressive sharpness.
He did not dare to let others choose where he would live for the next few days.
He was afraid that after others chose, the lot left would be number seven.
He planned to take a gamble and take a gamble.
His luck had always been very good. He should be able to draw number two!
No!
He would definitely draw number two!
He could only succeed and not fail!
Only someone like Liu Jia, who was born in the countryside, deserved to live in a dilapidated house like number seven!
Moreover, Liu Jia would bring his son back to his hometown in the countryside every New Year.
He and his son should have been used to living in a dilapidated house like number seven. It was perfect for them to live in now!
If it was not theirs, they should not covet it!
Number two could only be Han Qin's.
"Hey, there are only two lots left now. You and I should be the only ones left, right? "
Han Qin looked at the small drawing tube. There were two lots inside. He smiled and said to Liu Jia, "It's getting late. Let's quickly finish drawing and go find our own houses."
As Han Qin spoke, he took the opportunity to stretch his hand toward the lottery cylinder.
His actions were too natural and his tone was very gentle. The people in the program team did not react for a moment.
By the time they reacted, they could only watch helplessly as Han Qin, an adult, drew one of the lots that should have been drawn by a child.
"Hey, that, Big Brother Han …"
Seeing this, Liu Jia, who felt that it was inappropriate to break the rules, wanted to step forward and stop them.
But seeing that Han Qin had already drawn all the lots and it was too late to stop him, he couldn't say anything more. He immediately closed his mouth, walked over, and pulled out the remaining lot — —
Little Han Mo saw that his father had finished drawing the lot. He pursed his little red lips and didn't dare to make a sound. He only opened his dark and clear eyes and looked at the lot in his father's hand expectantly.
Actually, compared to number 2, he preferred number 7.
There were pigs, cows, and horses that he had never seen before. It would definitely be interesting to live there.
Little Han Mo actually didn't want to be like his father, a glamorous celebrity. He didn't like to be exposed to so many people, nor did he like to be surrounded by so many people. He also didn't like it when so many people looked at him through the camera lens like they were looking at a monkey.
In front of the camera, he wanted to laugh out loud, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't because the audience would think too much and his father wouldn't like it.
He couldn't say much because his father was afraid that if he said something wrong on his first show, he would be hated by the audience and his father would also be hated by the audience.
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