Zhao Yongqi's good mood and the feeling of warm family were only maintained for three minutes before four violent queens kicked away to Java for a trip.

At this moment, Zhao Yongqi, who was bitter, had his legs together and his hands on his knees, was as obedient as a primary school student listening to the class carefully. Facing the four pretty faces in front of him, he felt like he was crying but not crying.

"Brother Qi, how many times have you told you not to do dangerous things? Why are you unwilling to be obedient?"

"Xiao Qi, you are so old, you must be clear that everyone's life is only once, not just throw it away with a hot brain!"

"Oba, everyone is worried about you. It's such a dangerous thing. When you first confirm that you are still safe, you should leave immediately."

"The cannibal is just a stupid pig. He likes to pretend to be a hero all day long and do very dangerous things. If he gets hurt, he will bite you to death!"

Zhao Yongqi usually records variety shows, and the little women will not call to disturb him. However, at the end of every night, calling Xiao Baozi or simply videos is also a compulsory course. After three or four days, the little women can still bear it on the first day, and of course they call Cheng He immediately the next day. Even if there are brothers to cover it up, the smart little women will not know what special situation they have had? In this way, when they are on the way back and have a phone call with the little women, Zhao Yongqi can only tell the general details under the urge to ask. What's more, even if they don't say it, early tomorrow morning, Cheng He's storytelling genius must have compiled a "Brother He vs. Sea Monster" version of the storytelling, and they will be exposed to the world in the end. Therefore, choosing honest explanation is the only way out.

I originally thought that the little women on the phone on the way didn't criticize them much, as if they could escape the disaster. But unexpectedly, they could escape the monk and the temple. As soon as they returned to the room, they encountered a trial in N halls. The final result was that the male god could only pretend to be pitiful.

"Okay, I know I'm wrong, so I'm worried that it's all my fault. I'll punish you whatever you want. Is this OK?" With his hands spread, Zhao Yongqi decided to use a low attitude of retreating to advance to escape the disaster.

"Oba, you are really." Meng Zhi shook his head helplessly. Her gentle temperament finally made her lift up and gently fall down. He said to others softly: "Oba looks very tired today, forget it, let's talk about him tomorrow."

After the persuasion of Conan Zhi, even if the pair of jade arms wrapped around his chest and his eyebrows were raised, the Queen Mumu who had obviously not taught enough lessons had to stop for a while, and glared at the man in front of him fiercely, then said, "It's dirty, so smelly. Go and take a shower quickly. I'll deal with you tomorrow!"

"Yes, thank you all for your kindness! You'll go take a shower now." Zhao Yongqi, who was admitted to the general public, hurriedly escaped to the bathroom amid the laughter of Park Soo-ji and Liu Fei who were watching the fun.

"Hey, Brother Qi is really like a child. As long as you leave alone, it won't be relieved." Xiao Baozi stood up helplessly and said softly to the others: "Let's go back first. Brother Qi looks really tired, so let him have a good sleep."

During this greeting, a group of very high-ranking little women walked out of the door in groups of three or three, and finally calmed down the room.

More than half an hour later, he had a towel on his head, secretly opened the bathroom door and looked at the living room. After the empty building was already empty, Zhao Yongqi straightened his back, wiped his head on his head, and whispered: "These little women are really troublesome. Alas, if this male god hadn't been open-minded and never had any worries with you, hum, drag you to bed one by one, first like this and then that, let you know what a real man is!"

"Mr. Real husband, what are you going to do?!" Suddenly, a gentle cold snorted from the bedroom behind Zhao Yongqi.

"Oh, this isn't this the most gentle, beautiful, kind and generous bun goddess." The male god who almost fell to eat shit, turned around and had already put on a flattering smile of a standard dog-legged man and rushed over, "Sir Goddess, why don't you go to bed so late? Isn't you going to have a headline tomorrow?"

"Hmph, if I didn't want to stay and help you clean up your clothes, I wouldn't know that 'Mr. Zhao Yongqi' actually has such lofty ideals and momentum." He stretched out his white and tender fingers and poked Zhao Yongqi's naked chest hard. The little woman's eyebrows were raised and her beautiful eyes were wide open. Her face was already horizontally stretched to the extreme.

"Come on, Goddess, it's okay to poke my chest. If you hurt Goddess' fingers, it's a sin that's dead." He reached out and pinched the perpetual motion machine-like finger. Zhao Yongqi tried to please Xiao Baozi and took her to the bed and sat down. Then he sat sideways and said with a smile: "Do you miss your husband? Come on, let me see if my dearest wife is tired or thin?"

"I will say something nice." Xiao Baozi's beautiful eyes turned the man beside him, but he no longer grabbed the handle and stood up. He simply stood up, took the towel on his head, rubbed the other end, and said with a slight angrily: "I have told you how many times I have told you, blow your head out, otherwise you will catch a cold when you blow the air conditioner, and you will always catch a cold. Go and put on your pajamas quickly and I will bring you a hair dryer."

After a while, the buns I used to use for my hairdryer were still as always, and I loved my husband deeply, but often had unreliable hair drying my head, and I was hugged by him and couldn't get out of it. In the end, I just half-pushed and half-wrunk into the quilt.

Knowing that the little bun will have headlines early tomorrow morning, Zhao Yongqi didn't want to make any trouble. He took some advantage of his hand and fell asleep with the little woman's delicate and smooth body.

Maybe it was because I was really tired these days. Zhao Yongqi slept well that night. Even when he woke up in the morning, he didn't know when the little woman in his arms left.

The male god who only had a role in the third scene saw a wisp of fragrance left in the empty room, and he didn't care about it, so he just lay down and slept back. Finally, he waited for the rest of the room and waited for no one to wait for the situation, and then got up officially as Park Soo-ji called to see the situation.

It was almost nine o'clock in the morning, and the men and women who were going to record the show in the hotel restaurant had already left. Zhao Yongqi, who had a casual breakfast, brought Wen Chenglong and Park Soo-ji, and did not delay, went directly to the set.
Chapter completed!