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Noisy background music came from the speakers, and Liang Yixuan held the phone motionlessly and did not cancel the playback for a long time.

There was still the scene that just freezes in front of me and the title of the video: #大天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天天

It was not until the associated video was over that Liang Yixuan came to her senses and suddenly pressed the lock screen key on the side of the phone.

The screen goes out instantly.

In the quiet room, Liang Yixuan sat on the bed. After a while, she closed her eyes and shook her head heavily.

Following the doctor's advice, Liang Yixuan accompanied her to remove the thread on the seventh day of her grandmother's stitching. When the doctor said that her grandmother was recovering well, she felt relieved and sent a message to the director team that she had returned to the northern suburbs the next day.

Liu Peng used a series of unsteady exclamation marks to express the joy and warm welcome of the entire director team.

Liang Yixuan thought that she had left for a week and had two free shots. She was really a little disgusted. She didn't stay at the dance center for training on Thursday and clocked in and got off work on time.

In the evening, just walked down the steps in front of the dance center, a silver-white Bugatti Veyron, which was not very high-profile, appeared in front of her vision.

Liang Yixuan paused, and a close-up shot of the ghost three days ago suddenly appeared in his mind.

She took off the shelves with her left and right legs, and she subconsciously walked in the opposite direction.

I walked down for a while, and suddenly someone gently pulled my wrist back.

"Liang Yixuan, your acting skills are a bit clumsy when you don't see in this costume."

Liang Yixuan frowned and turned around, holding her wrist: "Don't pull it, you'll be photographed again later."

Bian Xu spread his hands and had a little surrender: "You can't touch you, just follow me into the car."

"I can take a taxi by myself."

"Is it because you have too much money or the program team has too much money?" Bian Xu looked at her side, "It's not easy to do a show, so it's saving some money for others."

Liang Yixuan was just choking when she suddenly saw Bian Xu pointing in the distance: "Look at who it is?"

She looked in the direction of his fingers, because it was dark and the distance was far apart, and only vaguely saw that there were two tall and thin men wearing light blue shirts and dark trousers.

"who?"

"Train policeman who came to post tickets, Liang Yixuan, I have violated the law for you."

“…”

Liang Yixuan narrowed her eyes and looked at it. She couldn't see it clearly. Seeing the two men strode forward and their shirts were indeed like traffic police uniforms. She gently bit her lower lip and quickly walked towards the car that seemed to be illegally parked.

Bian Xu followed her, got into the driver's seat, pulled the seat belt and started the car.

Liang Yixuan hurriedly sat firmly in the passenger seat. As soon as she put her seat belt on, she heard a rogue whistle sounding outside the window: "If you win, you win, I will say it's Bugatti Veyron, transfer it to me on WeChat for ten yuan!"

When I turned my head, I saw two tall and thin boys wearing school uniforms walking past the window. They were "traffic policemen who came to approve tickets."

“…”

Liang Yixuan blinked slowly at Bian Xu.

According to her, the most disdainful person who is a lawless person should be lies.

Letting him lie is equivalent to letting him admit that his skills are not as good as others and that he has to rely on cheating to achieve his goal.

She would rather believe Bian Xu than read it wrong.

But the next second, when she opened her mouth and tried to prove it, she was pushed to the seat by a feeling of pushing her back.

Liang Yixuan's question to the point of her mouth was interrupted by Bian Xu's accelerator.

The car drove out in a flash.

...It seems that this man has broken through another bottom line of being a human being.

Liang Yixuan was so angry that she was speechless all the way by this new addition. When she arrived at the villa in the northern suburbs, she opened the door and got out of the car.

Turning around, I was stunned by the scene in front of me—

A huge courtyard planted a yard full of lamp trees, and a golden lamp net was pulled over the sky, which looked as bright as daylight.

The long dining table on the lawn was filled with fresh and plump white roses and silver candlesticks. A record machine and four brand new barbecue grills stood beside the dining table.

Liang Yixuan slowly withdrew her eyes and looked at Bian Xu: "This is..."

"The welcome ceremony for you." Bian Xu started, "Have you told you that the program team had spent money and saved some money?"

"Oh..." Liang Yixuan touched her nose.

Bianxu Nunu’s chin: “Go in.”

Liang Yixuan pushed the door and walked in.

At the other end of the entrance, Cheng Nuo, who heard the movement, leaned out and looked at it, shouting inward: "Yixuan is back, you can move it out! Hurry up and starve me to death!"

"Here you." Chen Ji walked out with a few plates of handmade skewers and saw Liang Yixuan from afar, smiled at her, "Welcome home."

Liang Yixuan was about to thank him, but suddenly a sentence came from behind him: "Thank you, thank you for your hard work."

"..." Liang Yixuan looked back and looked around, and when she turned her head, Chen Ji had already moved the skewers to the cooking table with a smile.

Liang Yixuan swallowed her thank you. Seeing that the ingredients on Chen Ji were far less than eight people, she said, "I'll go and help move them too."

"You don't need you, sit down." Bian Xu pointed at her at the dining table.

"I just want to help, can't I?" Liang Yixuan complained in a low voice, walked around and entered the house. At a glance, two professional chefs wearing chef's clothes and chef hats stood in the open kitchen, preparing dishes.

There are no ingredients on the island that she needs to move.

Liang Yixuan walked to the wine cabinet and asked Cheng Nuo who was picking up the wine: "Is the only ones outside the skewers?"

"Yes, don't you eat barbecue?"

Liang Yixuan has been dancing ballet since childhood, and barbecue and fried foods have indeed been listed in her dietary precepts for a long time.

Cheng Nuo smiled and explained the causes and consequences to her: "It was so funny at that time. Director Liu said that he would arrange a welcoming party for you and have an open-air barbecue. Teacher Bian said-" She cleared her throat and learned from Bian's tone, "Welcome people and specially prepare food for people that they cannot eat. Director Liu is really sincere."

"Director Liu was scolded for being ruthless, saying that he also thought that the atmosphere of DIY skewers was better together, and then he compromised, using barbecue as shooting material, and also invited a chef to make fat-reducing Western food for you."

Liang Yixuan said embarrassedly: "I have spent money to accommodate me."

"Oh, Teacher Bian is so rich, he can just break it."

"Bianxu said it was the funding of the program team..."

"Tsk, this arrogant and stingy," Cheng Nuo shook his head, "How can the program team be so stingy? Tonight's ingredients, and the lights and record machines in the courtyard were all prepared by Teacher Bian."

Liang Yixuan turned around and saw through the floor-to-ceiling window. She looked at the side of the long dining table with a dazed look.

Duan Ye, Lin Xiaosheng, Pan Yu, and Zhao Mengen went downstairs one after another. The eight people gathered in the courtyard.

According to the program team's intention, everyone must first have a barbecue interaction before the meal begins.

The eight guests were divided into four groups, one man and one woman freely, and the two were responsible for a barbecue grill.

Cheng Nuo did not join in the fun of this free group, so he directly took away Duan Ye, the "official partner" who had been forced to give her to the program team recently, and went to the cooking table to select ingredients.

The remaining six people gathered around the barbecue grill and each had their own thoughts.

Pan Yu and Zhao Mengen looked at Bian Xu.

Bian Xu and Lin Xiaosheng looked at Liang Yixuan.

Liang Yixuan silently looked down at the barbecue rack, as if she was making a decision.

Chen Ji swept the expressions of everyone, and was about to take charge of the overall situation, but suddenly he heard the person who was the least likely to speak first.

"What do you want to bake?" Liang Yixuan asked Bian Xun next to him.

Bian Xu tilted his head after being stagnant: "Are you asking me?"

"Then I won't ask you." Liang Yixuan curled her lips and turned around and walked towards the cooking table.

Bian Xu looked at Liang Yixuan's back and nodded to Chen Ji and Lin Xiaosheng and said, "Sorry, everyone, someone has chosen it, I'm not accompanying you."

Liang Yixuan disbanded the Shura Field in one sentence.

The rest of Lin Xiaosheng invited Pan Yu to pick the ingredients, and Chen Ji and Zhao Mengen were automatically grouped together.

Zhao Mengen originally thought that Liang Yixuan and Chen Ji were always two arrows. If Liang Yixuan didn’t choose the border, he might be able to pick a gap. Unexpectedly, the wind direction has changed now, and he failed to pick the gap. He could only settle for the second best and pulled Chen Ji to pick the barbecue grill next to Bian Xu and Liang Yixuan.

When Liang Yixuan and Bian Xu came back with the skewers, Zhao Mengen came up and said, "Teacher Liang, what are you baking with Teacher Bian?"

"Mutton skewers," Liang Yixuan replied, "But I don't know much about barbecue. What seasoning do you usually like to eat mutton?"

"Me, I'll add cumin." Zhao Mengen looked at the side and said, "Where is Teacher Bian?"

"Bee..." Liang Yixuan subconsciously said, and stopped halfway.

Bian Xu turned to look at Liang Yixuan, lowered his eyes and smiled, and answered Zhao Mengen's question in a rare voice: "Honey."

Zhao Mengen made a "OK" gesture and said that he had written it down. Seeing that the charcoal fire in the barbecue stove was not hot yet, he continued to ask: "Teacher Bian, I just saw a few vinyl next to the record machine. Is there a live performance version of you in it?"

Bian Xu didn't seem to want to pay attention to Zhao Mengen again: "I don't have a hobby to listen to my own performance."

"Oh," Zhao Mengen said disappointed, "I wanted to collect your albums before, but I can't buy them. The last batch of limited-edition vinyl in October 2015 is too difficult to grab."

"October 2015?"
To be continued...