et, took a step forward, and stuffed the red envelope into Wang Wenbin's hand.” 。Wang Wenbin found Lin Momomo's foster parents' actions rather amusing. He shook his head and refused, saying, "Well wel...A simple headline, clear and concise, yet Yang Ning wasn't interested. She never really cared for social news.
However, as Yang Ning was about to turn off the screen, he discovered that the accompanying picture was of Mr. Wang!
She widened her eyes in disbelief, rubbing them sleepily as if she couldn't believe that Mr. Wang, who had been humiliated into kneeling yesterday, was now arrested today.
After calming down, Yang Ning thought about it carefully. He didn't think this was a coincidence at all. It seemed that An Tianxiang had definitely done something yesterday, otherwise, how could Wang always end up in jail with such charges
Yang Ning's hands and feet felt cold, and her heart sank for a moment. Wang Zong had only offended An Tianxiang to end up like this. She had deceived his feelings. If he found out, wouldn't it be even worse
She suddenly felt that being sold to Africa was a pretty good deal, at least she still had some air in her.
After a restless morning, Yang Ning was just about to head out to buy some things when Xiao Dong's phone call came again. He said that the second episode of "Love in Progress" was about to start filming.
After only one day of rest, Yang Ning felt some resistance to starting work again. Yang Qingfeng's matter was also nearing its conclusion. If they continued performing, the two of them might be completely exposed soon.
However, even if she didn't want to go, Yang Ning had no choice but to, the contract was there, she had to fulfill it.
This time, perhaps because the ratings of the two people last time were too poor, the program team directly reduced their activity expenses. Each person was only given three thousand. The two could only find a day with discounted air tickets to set off. Meow Meow said...
Upon their reunion, a palpable awkwardness hung between Yang Qingfeng and Yang Ning. The two remained silent, a thick wall of unspoken words seemingly separating them into distinct worlds.
"The weather is nice today."
After a long flight, Yang Ning and Yang Qingfeng finally landed in H city and let out a plain sigh.
The program crew watched the two people standing so far apart, they couldn't help but shake their heads. There was no sign of love between them at all; they looked more like an elderly couple sitting on a bench in the park, chatting idly in their old age.
However, luckily the director didn't have any expectations anymore, only sent one or two cameramen to film it, and the director himself didn't come over.
Yang Ning and Yang Qingfeng sat awkwardly in the back seat of the taxi, both lost in silence. They were now on their way to the house that the program crew had already prepared for them.
Because of the budget cuts this time, their living accommodations are not as luxurious as they were last time in Hong Kong.
After a short while, the taxi drove into a narrow alley and stopped in front of an unfamiliar courtyard. Yang Ning and the program crew all got out of the car and entered, starting to set up equipment and prepare for the show.
Yang Ning carried her luggage and tried to go over the high threshold at the gate of the yard, but the luggage was too heavy, and her arm strength wasn't enough to lift it over the other side.
"I'll take it, let go." Yang Qingfeng saw the awkwardness of Yang Ning and he strode forward a few steps, as if to take the suitcase from her hands.
Seeing Yang Qingfeng's actions, Yang Ning instinctively leaned to the side. When he reacted, he found that Yang Qingfeng's arm was stiffly stuck in mid-air, his face full of wry smiles.
She blinked as if she had realized something, hurriedly pushed her suitcase towards him and gave him an awkward smile: "Boys have more strength, come help me."
Although she tried her best to appear relaxed, that distant gesture undoubtedly hurt Yang Qingfeng.
Yang Ning bit her lip and, looking at the dim eyes beneath his fringe, couldn't help but take a step closer. She patiently explained, "I'm sorry, I just did that subconsciously..."
"It's fine." Yang Qingfeng interrupted her, calmly raising his eyes, suppressing his emotions that were welling up in his gaze. His pupils reflected Yang Ning's delicate and radiant face.
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