After Mr. Pei Marries An Overweight Lady

Song Mianmian and Jia Shengmao stopped. Not far away, Pei Hao, Zhou Zhou, Ji Yang, and Cheng Zhenyun heard that Jia Shengmao was composing poems and gathered around. However, the mountain road was too narrow, so they could only stand in a row, and they all looked at it eagerly. Jia Shengmao.

When the photographer at the end saw this scene, he was very funny and recorded everyone standing in a row on the screen. It gave a sense of familiarity as if they were sitting in rows and eating fruits.

Netizens in the live broadcast room originally had no interest in poetry writing, an ancient hobby for the elderly. But seeing the stars and actors looking forward to it, they couldn't help but wonder what poems Jia Shengmao could create that would last forever. curious.

With curiosity comes expectation. As the picture stretches and the camera sweeps across everyone's face, the audience's expectation is also stretched infinitely.

Jia Shengmao, who was focusing on writing poetry, raised his head comfortably after writing the last word, and then felt that something was not right around him. He looked to the left and then to the right strangely, "What are you doing?"

"Of course I'm waiting to admire your masterpiece." After speaking, Cheng Zhenyun breathed into the palm of his hand, obviously very cold.

Seeing this, Jia Shengmao realized that everyone had been waiting here for a while, just waiting for him, and his old face suddenly turned red, "It's not necessary."

"Yes, yes." Zhou Zhou, who was quite excited the whole time because he was with Pei Hao today, shouted briskly when he heard Jia Shengmao's words.

The others nodded.

Even Xing Shen outside the camera curled his lips.

Seeing this, Jia Shengmao glanced at Song Mianmian sadly, this damn child, he just casually said, why did she attract so many people to him.

Song Mianmian received Jia Shengmao's resentful look and urged with suppressed laughter, "Teacher Jia, hurry up, everyone is about to freeze."

"You still know? Huh." Jia Shengmao snorted deliberately and proudly, then raised his phone and coughed lightly, "Then I will make a fool of myself!"

"Give it up." Pei Hao teased.

Jia Shengmao's old face turned even redder, but he was an experienced actor after all, so he could still hold his own, "Listen up, cough! Ah..."

"Cough, cough, cough!" Jia Shengmao just spoke. Song Mianmian coughed violently, and her eyes were full of physiological tears. She probably didn't expect that Teacher Jia actually wrote modern poetry, so she just opened her mouth. The kind that made her feel like she was back in middle school.

Her movement attracted the attention of others, and Jia Shengmao also looked at her. Song Mianmian waved her hands hurriedly, "It's okay, it's okay, Teacher Jia, continue!"

Jia Shengmao looked at Song Mianmian with a slightly disgusted look like the middle school dean, and then let out another sigh, and no one else could hold back.

Pei Hao's amber eyes, which were slightly similar to Pei Zhengyang's, were smiling, "Teacher Jia, you remind me of my elementary school Chinese teacher."

The audience also laughed in the barrage, and did not forget to ask, "What did the primary school Chinese teacher do wrong?"

Jia Shengmao was dissatisfied, "Don't laugh, do you know what it means to respect teachers and respect morality?" After saying that, Jia Shengmao waved his sleeves pretendingly, "Ah! Looking at Nanyue in the distance, the North Mountain is majestic; ah! The white snow is like floating clouds. Ah! It's the first day after snow. It's sunny, the pine trees are moving... ah..."

No one heard a single word of the poem he wrote, and all they could think about was Jia Shengmao's yin and yang twists and turns in the single cycle.

When Jia Shengmao finished reciting poems, the surroundings were extremely quiet, and the only sound that could be heard was the sound of falling snow due to the rustling wind.

The barrage was also very quiet. It was not until Yue Min urged everyone to continue through the earphones that everyone reacted. Ji Yang glanced at Jia Shengmao complicatedly, "Teacher Jia's poems are good, and they are particularly memorable."

"Is there any?" Cheng Zhenyun looked at Ji Yang sincerely.

Zhou Zhou replied in a low voice, "Remembering one can be regarded as a particularly deep memory, right?"

Song Mianmian looked at everyone and tried to speak but couldn't control it, "Ah! That..."

After she finished speaking, the audience burst out laughing uncontrollably, and the barrage was filled with crazy comments!

Jia Shengmao looked at everyone and pretended to be dissatisfied, "Is my poem not good?"

Everyone raised their thumbs, and Pei Hao added slowly, "Instead of reciting poetry, I think Teacher Jia should perform a chest-breaking performance next time."

The barrage was laughing like crazy again, and kept asking, "What are we doing wrong with our ears?"

Jia Shengmao pretended to cough, "It's because you don't know how to appreciate it."

After saying that the effect of the variety show was achieved, I finally started to move on.

Nanyue Mountain is very cold in winter, and the higher you go, the colder it gets. After standing there for a while, everyone felt very cold. Song Mianmian wore various warm clothes inside, and a windproof and drought-resistant jacket outside, but she was still shaking slightly from the cold. The tip of her nose and cheeks were red, looking tender and pink through the screen, attracting a wave of looks.

Xing Shen followed Song Mianmian, his brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and he said something to the photographer. The next moment, the photographer focused the camera on Jia Shengmao, and he put the military coat handed to him by his assistant on Song On Mianmian, "Put it on."

Song Mianmian felt a heavy weight on her body, turned around and saw Xing Shen, and whispered, "No, it will be inconvenient to wear this when I have to climb a mountain later."

"It doesn't matter. It won't be a problem to take it off after a while." Xing Shen couldn't refuse.

With many cameras and eyes around, Song Mianmian couldn't help but argue with Xing Shen, so she could only nod and suppress the urge to take off the general's coat.

Many people saw the interaction between the two, but considering the situation in the morning, no one said much, and the photographers wisely avoided the two. However, Xiao Fang, the security officer on Song Mianmian's side, moved more in their direction. After looking at it for a few times, he was reminded by the photographer and stopped talking.

Pei Hao, who was forced to take over Ye Dan's role, saw this and said, "Mr. Xing, there's no reason to favor one over the other, right?"

Xing Shen glanced at Pei Hao who hadn't moved, because he had decided to climb a mountain at last minute, and everyone was only carrying simple luggage. His coat was prepared for Song Mianmian alone, and he could also see that Pei Hao and Ye Dan had a close relationship. This was obviously explained to me.

Because he disliked Ye Dan, Xing Shen also had no favorable impression of Pei Hao.

Song Mianmian was embarrassed to be caught in the middle. Suddenly, her mind suddenly thought of something, she opened her backpack, and then pulled out a red cloak, which Ye Dan had prepared for her before.

Compared with the military coat, the cloak in her hand was warm and beautiful. Song Mianmian tried hard to keep a smile in the cold wind, took off the coat and handed it to Xing Shen, "I can wear this."

Xing Shen looked at the military coat that Song Mianmian handed over and the embarrassed and apologetic smile on her face, and a layer of coldness arose in his heart. Could he be no match for that man after all?

"Xing Shen..." Song Mianmian didn't see Xing Shen pick up his coat for a long time, and her fingertips were numb in the cold wind, so she whispered the other person's name.

Xing Shen came back to his senses and saw Song Mianmian's red fingers, and his heart tightened as he took it.

Song Mianmian secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then tied up the bright red and white fur-edged ancient-style cloak. The coldness on her body was instantly repulsed. The photographer who captured the movement quickly pointed the camera at Song Mianmian.

Out of professional habit, Song Mianmian smiled towards the camera and blended in instantly.

Xing Shen looked slightly startled, the photographer's eyes were full of amazement, and the barrage was full of saliva.

Ye Dan glanced out of the corner of his eye and suddenly raised his head. In the camera, he saw a woman wearing a red cloak standing on the blue stone steps. Behind her were the mountains covered with snow. She stood there casually, like a fairy who had inadvertently entered the mortal world. , the beauty is indispensable.

Even though he was used to seeing Song Mianmian's face, Ye Dan still couldn't control his slightly throbbing heart at this moment.

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Good night~