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Chapter 3781

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Innocent Playmate: Oh my god! My heart is in my chest! Su Qianci is so spoiled!

Su Qianci's Crescent Moon: I am so jealous. I really want to be nodded by Su Qianci! (0ω 0o)

Next Stop Will Be Better: Ahhh! Am I the only one who thinks that they are a perfect couple?

Flowers Bloom and Fall: Luo Qing Chen's looks really are high! She is even prettier in person than in photos …

If it was said that before the show was broadcast, 50% of the people thought that Fang Qian Ci and Luo Qing Chen weren't a match, after watching the show, these people should have been slapped in the face.

Because everyone had eyes and could see whether they were good enough or not.

Getting off the lift, Fang Qianci gently took her hand and handed her a glass of water. "Are you okay? Do you want to take a break? "

Luo Qing Chen took the water and drank two mouthfuls before saying, "Isn't it said that the more rides you complete, the more points you get?"

They were the most popular "couple." How could their points be low?

"It is not very important to me." Fang Qianci chuckled and tidied her hair.

"Then I have a question!" Luo Qingchen curled her lips and said, "For Su Qianci, what is the most important thing?"

He did not answer immediately, but showed a meaningful smile and said, "You know the answer."

At this moment, the bullet screen was flooded with — you, you, you, you, you.

In fact, she also knew that she was very important to him.

And with praise came criticism. There were still a few comments that were not good for them in the bullet screen.

What to Explain Love: I don't know if it is because I am old or something, but I always feel that this interaction is a bit fake.

Little Sloppy: It is not just a bit fake, it is very fake. Come on, these variety shows have scripts, okay? Are the comments with high likes all ssh?

System Notification: Player Little Sloppy has been muted for ten minutes.

Not far away, Dong Youyou and Chi Zhan, who had drawn the Ferris wheel, were also having a sweet interaction.

In fact, they had been together since last night. In the dead of the night, they made love.

Therefore, the way Dong Youyou looked at Chi Zhan today was a little delirious.

She didn't know if it was because she had been in the entertainment industry for too long or for some other reason, but she especially liked this kind of fresh blood now.

When the scorching heat entered her body, she felt as if she was about to float.

"Youyou, do you like this beautiful scenery?" Chi Zhan looked out the window and said, "I feel very lucky to be able to sit on the Ferris wheel and see the city with you."

"Then we can do it together."

It was' doing ', not' sitting '.

Chi Zhan naturally understood what Dong Youyou meant, and his cheeks turned slightly red.

Although he had been in love before, he didn't know why, but he always felt that Dong Youyou was different from others. She could always make him confused and infatuated.

He had to work hard!

Even though her popularity was not as high as Dong Youyou's, she was already half a step into the entertainment industry.

As long as he and Dong Youyou steadily exposed Luo Qingchen's matter, their popularity would definitely rise to a higher level.

"Little idiot, as long as you're by my side, I'm willing no matter how long it takes." He pinched her face and gave her a pampering smile.

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Regarding the content of Dong Youyou and Chi Zhan's show, Luo Qingchen also played it back in Fang Qianci's living room after the show.

She was about to throw up all the food she had eaten that night.

"Hey, do they have to be so disgusting?"

Fang Qianci did not seem to care and handed her a glass of orange juice. "Maybe you haven't seen our show."

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