Chapter 713
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Small tricycle tutu tutu.
The photographer was embarrassed. The girl was so beautiful that he didn't dare to look at her directly.
Feng Pei reminded him in a friendly manner, "Well … we are a live broadcast variety show."
It was also considered a new attempt. It wasn't that there weren't any in the industry before, but there wasn't much of a splash. The main reason was that the effect of the live broadcast would be very realistic, and it would take a long time. If they couldn't invite guests with their own traffic, it would be very difficult to attract viewers.
A livestream was not like an edited variety show where all the best parts could be gathered and there would be endless laughs.
But in a live broadcast, the time here was synchronized with the audience!
Before meeting Song Yaoyao, Feng Pei had already been walking for nearly 20 minutes.
Basically, only the fans were watching the livestream. It was only after meeting Song Yaoyao that it gradually attracted passers-by who came to watch the show after seeing Weibo.
"Ah?" Song Yaoyao's reaction was slow. She glanced at the camera again. She was no stranger to it. In fact, she was very familiar with it. Previously, during the holidays, he had spent most of his time on set.
"Oh …"
Her reaction was always unexpected.
Feng Pei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "I'm sorry. I didn't know that I could meet people in such a remote place at this time."
"Oh …"
Song Yaoyao nodded. It seemed like this place was really remote.
She got into the small car and planned to continue looking for a way out. Rourou and the others would definitely be anxious.
"Hey, that …"
Looking at Song Yaoyao's posture, she really intended to leave.
Feng Pei was dumbfounded. He completely believed that she was not an NPC arranged by the production team.
"Little Cutie, wait!"
Before his brain could react, he had already rushed over and called out to Song Yaoyao.
"Is there anything else?" Song Yaoyao blinked slowly. "I told you, I'm not an NPC arranged by the production team. I'm just lost. If I don't go back now, my friends will be worried."
Song Yaoyao was having so much fun that she didn't realize this at all.
Congratulations, Song Yaoyao. You've finally found your conscience.
"I know, I know." Feng Pei looked at the little three-wheeled motorcycle and came up with a plan. He turned his head and asked the cameraman, "Teacher, the production team didn't say that we can't find helpers, right? It's not against the rules for me to take the bus, right? "
Song Yaoyao: "???" What was this guy talking about?
Photographer: "???"
He blinked blankly and shook his head. "Shouldn't … count?"
In fact, even the program crew was dumbfounded by this accident. They didn't react for a long time.
The little girl who appeared out of nowhere was too unpredictable. She seemed to have popped out of nowhere without any warning.
Before the filming of the show started, they purposely cleared the crowd to prevent tourists from entering. But they never thought that there would still be fish that slipped through the net!
Moreover, it was such a beautiful 'mermaid'! What a pleasant surprise!
Before Song Yaoyao appeared, the production team had purposely planned this to torture the celebrities. They believed that after they cleared the area, they wouldn't be able to find any means of transportation other than walking. That was why they didn't set the rules.
In the end … they met an accident like Song Yaoyao …
"That's good!"
Feng Pei snapped his fingers and flashed a big smile. He was brilliant and handsome.
"Little Cutie, can you give me a ride?"
Song Yaoyao was completely immune to his looks. She calmly looked away and coldly rejected him. "No."
She wasn't interested in being on camera. She wanted to be a director!
After she finished speaking, she grabbed the little three-wheeled motorcycle and ran away.
(End of chapter)
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