From yearning to entertainment master

Chapter 219 Abnormal Heart Palpitations
The three girls made a fuss, and the remaining three boys looked at each other, and took the initiative to stay away. They all said that three women make a play, and three women also play a play. They are so good at chattering. From shopping, they like clothes. When it comes to lipstick, eyeshadow and makeup, I just want to chime in, but I don’t know how to answer.

"Xiaoxuan, there is not much firewood, cut some firewood."

"Ok."

Teacher Huang's order came too timely, and rescued the three people whose heads were about to explode.

"Let's go, Brother Ye Mingxuan, chop firewood."

Silang Wangdui looks thin and weak, but he has a lot of strength, he can swing an ax to chop accurately, and he doesn't need Ye Mingxuan to teach him.On the other hand, Mao Mao had many problems. It was a small hammer, and the blade of the ax was fixed on the iron frame. Just put the firewood on it and hit it with the hammer. It was such a simple thing, but it was extremely difficult for Mao Mao to do.

He couldn't hit it right, he couldn't knock it down, Shilang Wangdui had split a few times, and the first firewood on Maomao's side was only knocked into the thickness of a finger.So Mao Mao's forehead started to sweat.

"Brother Mao Mao, your body is a bit weak!" Shilang Wangdui didn't mean to be sarcastic, he thought of what to say, he really felt that this brother Mao Mao's body was too weak, Mr. He asked to take back all the cabbage to make pickles, The two girls didn't sweat much, but Mao Mao was sweating profusely and her makeup was all over.

"Well, I also feel that my body is a little weak. You don't seem to be much stronger than me. Why are you so strong?" My family knows my family affairs, and doesn't Mao Mao know what's going on with my body?He is too nerdy, even more nerdy than Peng Peng, and basically never goes out, either listening to music, watching movies, reading books, or creating.

"Is Maomao here to promote the new song?" Basically, every guest has a purpose, and Ye Mingxuan rarely takes the initiative to help the guests to promote, of course, not to mention the ones who are close to him.

"Yeah." Maomao chopping firewood sullenly, completely ignoring the quarrel.

"~" Ye Mingxuan glanced at Maomao speechlessly, this brother is too real, he does what he says he does, regardless of the purpose of coming here.

"Then don't you sing a few words? The work is too boring, so sing to refresh yourself."

"Stop singing?"

On such occasions, singing her own songs for publicity, Maomao felt a little ashamed, not because she looked down on the show, but because others were doing their own work, Maomao always felt a little awkward.

"Brother, isn't the purpose of coming here just to promote it? Don't be pretentious if the owner asks you to sing. I haven't had a chance to sing yet!"

Well, this Tibetan brother is also a real person. He is not afraid of offending people when he speaks like this.

"Vulgar people like me never like to pretend to be deep.

How come when I hear old songs occasionally, I suddenly feel dazed.

For a cowardly person like me, everything should be reserved.

How could I ever think of risking myself for someone else. "

After Maomao sang these few lines, she smiled shyly and bowed her head to work again.

Ye Mingxuan was just talking about it casually, and singing can make the show more interesting, but he didn't think this shy boy who was about his own age had such a deep foundation. Ye Mingxuan was amazed when he opened his mouth. Thinking about it carefully, My own singing skills seem to be on par with Maomao, each has its own merits.

Maomao's voice is exhausted and lazy, a little helpless but not desperate, and there is a story in the voice, even if it is a cappella without accompaniment, it is still very interesting.

"It sounds good, and it's even better if the song is good!"

Ye Mingxuan praised him sincerely and asked rhetorically, "Why don't you finish singing? It sounds so good!"

"No, it's distracting to work while singing."

"It's okay, I'll chop firewood, and if you sing, you'll be cheering us on." Ye Mingxuan couldn't help saying that he took the hammer from Mao Mao's phone, and split one in two or three strokes, the speed made Mao Mao amazed.

"Are you all working so fast?"

Maomao also thought that the hammer was too small, and no one else's ax was as easy to use, so the speed couldn't be increased. Watching Ye Mingxuan chop one after another, he couldn't find any excuses and could only admit in his heart that he was not good at life skills. There is indeed a la carte.

"Does Maomao want to sing?"

Teacher He wore gloves and walked towards the faucet with vegetables.

"Maomao is not good at work, but he sings very well, let him sing to cheer for Shiro Wangdui and me!"

"Then sing! I'll also listen to our Mao Mao's new work." Mr. He is already very proficient at washing and picking vegetables.

"Then I sing?"

"Come on, you're welcome, this is an unlimited program, you can just come and sleep for a day." Ye Mingxuan taught Maomao earnestly and earnestly.

"Hey, it's over."

Teacher He glanced at Ye Mingxuan with dissatisfaction: "What do you mean sleeping for a day? You have to get up and do some activities, right? Otherwise, what will the program crew film?"

"Why don't you three girls go pick some strawberries? There are still a lot of wild strawberries in the field in front of our house, go and pick some strawberries!"

Fearing that the three girls would be bored, Teacher He suggested that they go pick strawberries. Girls would like this.In fact, Mr. He thought too much, the three girls are chatting in full swing now, and they are talking about the skin care products they should bring when they go out!

"Sister Ouyang, sister Yingying, why don't we go pick strawberries? Last time, Teacher Huang made strawberry candied haws." Speaking of strawberries, Zhang Zifeng's first impression was the candied haws that Teacher Huang made last time. New!
"Candied haws?"

Ouyang and Xue Yingmeng's eyes are as bright as light bulbs. Rich girls have the worries of rich girls. Snacks on roadside stalls have always been strictly prohibited. Ouyang is better. She is not allowed to eat these things, let alone food sent by strangers.

"Let's go, I'm drooling!" Ouyang also put down the airs of the rich lady at this moment, just like the ordinary little girl who is gluttonous.With a touch of non-existent saliva without any image, he said something exaggerated, and pulled Zhang Zifeng and Xue Yingmeng outside.

"Basket basket, sister Ouyang, we can only pick a little without a basket, so bring a basket!" Zhang Zifeng reminded very experiencedly with the experience of picking strawberries last time.

Putting on the delicate bamboo basket, the three young and beautiful girls walked out happily, arm in arm, humming a song.

There were three people missing in the yard, and Maomao gradually let go and sang brother in a low voice. Little H must have been woken up by the clanging sound in the kitchen, and ran down the stairs to have fun in the yard.

When everyone else was immersed in joy, Ye Mingxuan frequently looked in the direction of the three women, frowning in a disturbed manner.

"Just go out for a while, can't bear to part with my sister?"

Teacher He joked that usually Ye Mingxuan would respond with a smile even if he didn't refute, but this time Ye Mingxuan frowned and didn't say a word.

"What's the matter Xiaoxuan? Your expression is so scary now!"

"Teacher He, I feel very bad, my heart palpitations and my eyelids are throbbing."

After Ye Mingxuan finished speaking, he stood up. There was nothing wrong with the three girls bouncing around in the field, and nothing amiss was found around them, but Ye Mingxuan's frown deepened.

"What's the situation? Don't scare me, you, Mr. He, I'm timid." Not to mention that Zhang Zifeng's three daughters are located very close to the mushroom house, but there are also many staff around, what could happen?
"What's the matter, man?" Lao Lang and Teacher Huang also noticed Ye Mingxuan's abnormality, and walked out of the kitchen.

(End of this chapter)