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Chapter 161

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Shen Xi didn't make things difficult for him. "Then I'll return it to him personally."

She couldn't casually make a heart gesture like that. Otherwise, he would bring her a mountain of gold next time. Big boss was so rich and capricious.

Shen Xi thought of a good way to make her brother take back the gift and make him happy at the same time.

Kunlun glanced at the man in the backseat through the rearview mirror.

The man sat quietly in the hot car with a red scarf wrapped around his neck. He frowned slightly and looked at the scarf with a gentle gaze. His lips curved into a happy smile.

Miss Shen was amazing. He admired her even more. A handmade scarf was enough to make his boss smile like a fool.

As for the gift he returned, it was insignificant compared to the warm scarf. As long as his boss was happy, everything else could be ignored.

Li Yuen looked at the scarf around his neck attentively. Suddenly, he was attracted by a different shade of red. His eyes narrowed and he leaned closer to take a closer look.

The smell of blood was so faint that it was almost undetectable. It made his heart clench tightly, and the pain spread bit by bit.

Her fingers were injured the last time because she was knitting a scarf for him!

His silly girl, how could he love her so much and feel so sorry for her!

**

In a week, the reputation of "The Smiling Nation" continued to grow. People could see it everywhere.

Two episodes were broadcast on Friday night.

The ratings were announced on Saturday and soared to 9.8%. It was three times higher than last week's highest rating.

That night, Yuan Yu went to the set. After filming, he treated the main creative team to a big meal as a reward.

Yun Jinping was overjoyed. However, she had to keep her daughter's secret. She remembered that her daughter had said that everyone in her class was a loyal fan of "The Smiling Nation". She used this as an excuse and asked her to bring all her close classmates to the house and treat them to a meal.

Shen Xi had originally planned to invite Song Wenye and Yu Yuanxi instead of the others.

Who knew that Pei Xu, that bastard, would have overheard the news and brought the entire International Class here.

A group of people came over with barbecue stoves, charcoal, and a lot of barbecue ingredients.

Yun Jinping was already there, bringing ingredients and gifts. Even if Shen Xi chased them away, Yun Jinping would not let them go.

"Children, come in quickly." Yun Jinping was so happy that she couldn't close her mouth. "It's fine that you're here. Why did you bring so many things?"

"Auntie, don't you see how many of us there are? If you cook, you will be exhausted. Hye-hee will kill us." Pei Xu laughed and joked, taking things home.

Yun Jinping looked at this child. The more she looked at her, the more sensible she felt she was. She even had a carefree personality. These children were all good children!

"Pei Xu, bring two people over and help me take these things," someone shouted.

Pei Xu turned around and saw that it was none other than that bastard Yu Qiubai. She raised her eyebrows and glanced at him in disgust. She ignored him and turned to leave.

"Ah Xu, is that child from your class too?" Yun Jinping had met Pei Xu, Song Wenye, and a few others from the International Class at the dance competition.

There were more than 40 students in the International Class. Today, they all came over like a swarm of bees. Most of them were unfamiliar faces, so they thought Yu Qiubai was from their class.

"Auntie, I don't know him." Pei Xu threw the things in her hands to Lin Ge, who was walking over. She smiled and pulled Yun Jinping home.

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