The Entertainment King of Longing for Life

"As Buddha said, 'If I don't go to hell, who will?'" He Hao said with a compassionate expression, poking the other person's forehead with his finger. "After the show airs, I'll definitely be misunderstood as lazy and good-for-nothing. Countless posts will attack and scold me. Think about it, I'm enduring so much injustice, can't I turn my grief and anger into appetite, eat a good meal, and comfort myself?"

Zhang Zifeng: (ー〃)

That makes so much sense!

I was speechless!

If you're not going to work, then don't work!

It's amazing that he could come up with such a long list of principles!

Great!

The atmosphere returned to calm.

Zhang Zifeng, however, picked up a paintbrush and began to draw in her sketchbook...

Look at He Hao, the tip of his pen constantly scratching against the paper, making a soft rustling sound.

He Hao, however, was completely unaware...

soon.

Zhang Zifeng revealed a smug and affectionate expression.

Simple line drawing, complete.

There, in a bamboo armchair, lay a person who looked utterly dejected; the face, sketched with a few casual strokes, was depicted with remarkable realism! 4.7

A line of text in cartoon style was also added next to it—

I'm just asking for a free meal, so what if I say the opposite...

However, after looking at the painting, Zhang Zifeng bit her pen and began to think. It seemed that... something was missing.

A flash of inspiration!

Little H!

And... a few people who cook.

Hehehe...

Zhang Zifeng smiled and continued drawing...

until……

A faint voice sounded in my ear, "Little girl, you're so mean to me, aren't you afraid I'll beat your butt into eight pieces?"

P.S.: Why did you stop updating?

There are no jokes.

If I'm not satisfied with what I've written, I can only keep working hard while thinking.

The chapters have no jokes, they're all just rambling accounts, even I feel embarrassed reading them.

This book will be updated, but updates may be slow.

Chapter 076 It seems the grass on the grave is already three meters tall [Please subscribe]

"what!"

Zhang Zifeng was startled!

Turning his head, he saw that He Hao had moved closer to him without him noticing. He had been so focused on his work that he hadn't noticed at all.

"Come on, hand over the drawing paper, and I'll pretend nothing happened." He Hao gave a 'kind' smile.

pay?

It's absolutely impossible to hand it over!

Having studied art for so many years, this is the most artistically evocative painting I've ever made!

However, look at He Hao slowly clenching his fists and propping his arms up...

She had even imagined what was about to happen.

The opponent pounced on him, grabbed him, and then, like picking up a chick, easily placed him on his right leg in a lunge position. His arms were tightly wrapped around his waist, and his large, fan-like hands were about to slap his buttocks...

The visuals are stunning!

Zhang Zifeng became increasingly frightened the more she thought about it.

And then... I cried.

He Hao: "???"

Nima!

This caught me off guard!

He Hao instantly felt a bit flustered, as this was the first time he had encountered such a tricky problem.

I feel so hopeless...

I was thinking about how to comfort the other person.

Taking advantage of his momentary distraction, Zhang Zifeng darted out of the mat.

He Hao: "???"

He Hao turned his head to look.

Zhang Zifeng is smiling brightly!

He Hao: "..."

He looked up to the sky and sighed deeply.

I was really too young.

Girls are born liars, especially when the other party is an actress.

He slumped helplessly in the chair.

Sure enough, within minutes, the group of people who were cooking burst into loud, booming laughter...

We must turn this game around.

But how do we turn it?

He Hao began to think...

Sunset West Mountain.

Weary birds return to their nests.

The food smelled delicious.

With a call, everyone gathered around the table and began to eat.

The group ate and chatted.

He Hao, however, seemed somewhat distracted...

As everyone finished eating and He Jiong was busy clearing away the plates, He Hao finally had a flash of inspiration!

Got it!

Hahaha!

I'm a true genius!

Today, I'm going to give those guys who dared to laugh at me a good beating!

I'll make you feel so uncomfortable in a little while that you won't be able to sleep!

Twenty o'clock.

The group gathered around the table inside the room and continued chatting...

To be honest, they really wanted to sleep.

However, there weren't enough shots, so we had to make do.

As we chatted...

He Hao walked over with a smile, "What's the point of chatting? How about we play a game?"

He Jiong's eyes lit up. "What game?"

He Hao pulled out two decks of cards from behind his back and said with a smile, "Let's play Landlord."

Huang Lei shook his head, "Three people are one short, four people are one short."

Having prepared for so long, He Hao wasn't easily persuaded. He smiled and said, "To be honest, I have no opponents when it comes to Dou Dizhu (a popular Chinese card game). I might as well play two tables. What do you think?"

The rest of the group: "???"

Damn!

I haven't seen someone this awesome in ages!

The last time you were this arrogant, the grass on your grave was already three meters tall.

"Okay!" Huang Lei made the final decision.

then……

Two decks of cards, split up.

Deal the cards.

The gamble was inevitable.

A small bet is placed on a slip of paper; a bomb (or similar item) doubles the stake. The winnings are settled immediately each round, and no matter the amount, it's stuck to your face...

The first game begins.

He Hao didn't stand on ceremony at all and directly called out two landlords.

left.

"'Spring,' anyone want it?" He Hao asked.