Slag Gong rides the wind and waves in the Shura field

Chapter 13

Jiang Haichao was woken up by the little assistant's tears.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

Jiang Haichao was speechless, didn't he just fainted for a while last night due to hypoglycemia?

Why is this guy crying like he's visiting his grandfather's grave?

"Boss, how do you feel, are you feeling better?"

Jiang Haichao: "I can't die."

The little assistant wiped away her tears, and said with a sad face: "Boss, I have to tell you something, you have to be mentally prepared first."

"Oh." Jiang Haichao has always been big-hearted. In his opinion, that's what happens when the sky falls.

What's more, he has been in the entertainment industry for so many years, what kind of storms have he not seen?

Glass beauties are fine, but glass hearts are not.

Jiang Haichao: "Someone hacked me again on the Internet." He smiled, "What a big deal, as for crying like this."

"Ah..." The little assistant choked, he didn't expect Jiang Haichao to have such a keen sense of the direction of public opinion, "No, it's not—"

Jiang Haichao glanced at the time, "There is still a game today, you step aside first, I'll brush your teeth."

The little assistant followed Jiang Haichao like a tail, looking like a little daughter-in-law who has been wronged but dare not speak out.

It wasn't until Jiang Haichao finished packing, stepped on his slippers and was about to go downstairs, that the little assistant stammered, "Boss, boss, I have something to tell you."

"Say." Jiang Haichao shook his freshly washed hair, wiped his head with a towel, and went downstairs humming an unknown tune.

His mood didn't seem to be affected in any way, no matter how big things were, he could forget them all when he woke up.

The little assistant looked at his boss's leisurely back, and couldn't bear to tell him about the big devil going up the mountain for a moment.

"Boss, please close your recording program today." The little assistant said, "Be careful and avoid contact with other male guests—especially Sui Yuncheng and Xiang Siming. If they pester you, you will severely Kick them away!"

Sui Yuncheng and Xiang Siming who were standing in the living room waiting for Jiang Haichao: "..."

The little assistant immediately covered his mouth, his eyes staring like copper bells.

"Okay, you can go back." Jiang Haichao directly ignored the two people who looked like door gods, and said to the little assistant, "Don't make trouble."

The little assistant hesitated to speak, and watched Jiang Haichao go away helplessly.

Boss, don't mess around today.

It will overturn!

-

"Okay, today our competition is very simple. It is to drive the chickens that are raised on the mountain back to their cages." The director still raised his big horn, and shouted ruthlessly to a group of sleepy people, "Finally, according to The number of chickens caught will be used to distribute the work of today's outdoor picnic."

"Director, are we going to cook by ourselves today?"

Director: "Yes, all the ingredients, including fire and cooking tools, have to be figured out by everyone."

Feng Shiyuan wailed, "I don't know how." Jiang Wenwen was also confused, "I don't know how either."

Everyone is worried about today's lunch.

Only Jiang Haichao held his arms and looked indifferent.

There are still a few more days, Jiang Haichao thought, as far as Xiang Siming and Sui Yuncheng are brothers, he wants to see how long they can last.

Especially Sui Yuncheng, that guy was born to be a well-clothed son, and Jiang Haichao really expected him to act silly chasing chickens all over the world.

"Mr. Jiang, it's time for you to recite the oral broadcast."

Oral broadcast, in short, is advertising.

Jiang Haichao walked to the camera very dedicatedly.Although it is still a plain face, under the high-definition lens, that face is still so beautiful that it makes people tremble.

"Okay, here we would like to thank our sponsor and producer," Jiang Haichao glanced at the whiteboard held by the staff, "Yangfan Pictures."

Wait, Yangfan Pictures? !

Jiang Haichao lost his facial expression control for a moment, his face was filled with "who am I", "where am I", and "what's the situation"

Yang Fan Films is a well-known film and television company under the Huo Group.

It is also one of the three giants in the entertainment film and television companies.

In the past few years, Jiang Haichao avoided Yangfan Films whenever he could.

Jiang Haichao would never touch the resources linked to Yangfan.

I didn't expect that once the car overturned, it would overturn every day.

When Jiang Haichao's resources were downgraded back then, he picked and picked, and chose the most unpopular variety show.

Who would have thought that this variety show could be hidden dragons and crouching tigers? !

Now, "Life is Long Journey" can be said to have gathered a group of big shots.

There are popular niches in the entertainment industry, top academics with countless fans, and even the sponsors are the famous Yangfan Media.

It's fucking outrageous that such a variety show recorded in the deep mountains can gather such a gang of big shots!

Jiang Haichao looked at the big bright characters on the prompt, and suddenly wanted to go home.

The director called him a few words, but Jiang Haichao didn't make a sound.

"Well, if you don't want to, we can change people." The director waved at Feng Shiyuan, "Xiao Yuan, come here!"

Feng Shiyuan hadn't woken up yet, rubbed his eyes and stepped forward, standing next to Jiang Haichao.

"Brother Hai," Feng Shiyuan was familiar with him by nature, and because he was young, he especially liked to cling to Jiang Haichao, "Let's be a team, we are very good at catching chickens."

Jiang Haichao was silent and didn't make a sound.

"Come, come, come, Xiaoyuan, read the advertisement!"

Feng Shiyuan looked puzzled, "Oh." No one gave him advertising fees.

But this kid has never had any calculations, so he read as soon as he said, and continued to cling to Jiang Haichao after reading, "Brother Hai, brother Hai, let's be a team, let's join forces and catch chickens together!"

Catch a chicken?Jiang Haichao sneered, looking at this person's posture, he is here to catch and rape him, right?

"Xiaoyuan," Jiang Haichao said, "you go there first."

Jiang Haichao regained his composure, and said with a smile, "I suddenly have some personal matters to settle."

-

In the red brick room, the director lowered his head and stood aside tremblingly.

Jiang Haichao sat on a chair with his arms folded expressionlessly.

"Tell me, what's the situation." Jiang Haichao reckoned, and according to Huo Yan's bastard temperament, it was definitely more than just sponsorship.

Jiang Haichao glanced at the surveillance screen and sneered: "Isn't it still connected to the live broadcast over there?"

Seeing that the director was silent, Jiang Haichao knew it in his heart.

I can't tell what it feels like, just aggrieved.

Very aggrieved.

It's like Monkey King struggling to jump up and down for a long time, but when he turned his head, he still couldn't find the palm of Tathagata.

"Where is Huo Yanren?" Jiang Haichao said coldly.

He didn't believe that Huo Yan could bear to remain unmoved after seeing Xiang Siming and Sui Yuncheng appear.

According to Huo Yan's violent temper, it is estimated that the two of them would drive up the mountain overnight.

The director winked at the staff and told everyone to go out, leaving only Jiang Haichao in the room.

Jiang Haichao closed his eyes and sighed deeply.

After a while, a man's footsteps came from behind.Jiang Haichao knew who it was without looking back.

Huo Yan is a man with a strong temper and irritability, but his work style is even and steady.

Never do useless work, never fight unsure battles.

So his steps have always been steady and slow, like a wolf lurking deep in the jungle, quietly approaching its prey.

Jiang Haichao sat up straighter, trying not to look so cowardly.

This time it was Huo Yan who didn't take it for granted, he couldn't be left behind!

"Mr. Huo, what do you mean?" Jiang Haichao crossed his arms and asked in a cold voice, "Is it interesting to play around?"

Huo Yan stood behind him, raised his hand, and pressed Jiang Haichao's shoulder.

The man leaned over slightly, and slowly wrapped Jiang Haichao in his arms.

"If you spend tens of millions on a small bad show, it's still a joke," Huo Yan said, "I have nothing to say."

Jiang Haichao pushed away the person behind him, stood up, and looked at him coldly, "Huo Yan, what qualifications do you have to meddle in my affairs? Yes, you are rich, is it so important?"

He took a few steps forward, and poked Huo Yan's chest hard—very good, he didn't push.

But the momentum cannot be lost, Jiang Haichao sneered, "Why are you rich, you can find other people to play with you, I'm afraid Mr. Huo can't bear it."

Huo Yan didn't speak, and let Jiang Haichao vent his anger on him.

It doesn't matter if you get angry or angry, it's better than being left behind by him heartlessly.

"Huo Yan, I don't understand, why are you biting me so hard?" Jiang Haichao frowned slightly, his beautiful eyes were full of sullenness.

And the man's usually fierce eyebrows were slightly lowered, and he seemed to be absent-minded for a moment.

"Yes," Huo Yan stepped forward, "I will never let go in my life."

let go?Then watched Jiang Haichao look for one new love after another, watched him fall asleep while hugging others again and again?

Huo Yan has seen enough and endured enough.

He couldn't hold back his crazy possessive desire anymore, he wished he could clean up everyone around Jiang Haichao.

I can't wait to immediately take the person in front of me as my own.

Huo Yan: "After so many years of wandering, shouldn't it be time to go home?" He said slowly, "My wife."

"You, don't go too far." Jiang Haichao didn't expect Huo Yan to be so shameless, "Who is your wife!"

Damn, so weak.

Jiang Haichao regretted that he didn't perform well in his last sentence, which made him look like a spoiled brat.

He was reorganizing the language, but Huo Yan didn't give him a chance to play it again.

Jiang Haichao felt his eyes flicker, and then Huo Yan pressed him on the table.

Good guy, the old wooden table creaks when you touch it, Jiang Haichao reckoned that the people outside listening to the corner must be thinking wrong.

Creak, creak... Jiang Haichao heard his own innocent voice.

Huo Yan hugged Jiang Haichao and buried his face in his neck.

"Jiang Haichao, when will you understand," Huo Yan kissed the side of his face, "You will go home sooner or later."

Come back home?

Jiang Haichao seemed to have seen a huge net and was slowly rushing towards him.

"Fuck, Huo Yan, are you sick?" Jiang Haichao tried his best to break his fingers on his waist.

Suddenly, he saw the familiar ring on Huo Yan's ring finger.

After being divorced for many years, Huo Yan still wore that silver ring.

Jiang Haichao's sympathy for running away from home for decades suddenly returned for a moment.

Jiang Haichao had long forgotten the oath he made in front of the priest.

But back then, Huo Yan's eyes were full of love, and Jiang Haichao never forgot the way he looked at him deeply.

When Huo Yan said his oath, his slightly red eyes, his trembling fingers, and his affectionate eyes—these were the last things Jiang Haichao wanted to recall.

That hasty marriage was a hurdle in Jiang Haichao's heart.

Jiang Haichao: "Huo Yan, it's impossible for us." He sighed, Jiang Haichao said this sentence countless times, "Really, let me go, let yourself go too."

"What if I don't want to?" Huo Yan raised his eyes and pressed them against Jiang Haichao's forehead.

What if I must have you?

What if I die and don't want to let go?

"Huo Yan, you must be like this." Jiang Haichao said in a low voice.

Well, I have plenty of ways to make you give up.

When Jiang Haichao came out of the red brick house, the staff beside him had different expressions.

He tried to make himself look less... less spoiled.

Jiang Haichao coughed and said to the director, "Where is Sui Yuncheng?"

Jiang Haichao: "I want to be on his team today."

Dog, don't you love to watch?I will let you see enough.

The author has something to say:

Live Cuckold x Face to face Cuckold√

ps: Brother Haizi is a scumbag. It has been mentioned repeatedly in the copywriting and in the text. Cuties who can't accept it should stop losses in time!

Of course, those who can accept it, let us take our sculls and go surfing with Brother Haizi~

Sister Wang: He looks so handsome, what's wrong with being a bit of a scumbag, what's the matter? ! (Bushi