What?

When Chen Mengxi heard this, she instantly turned into a black question mark face.

Writing and drawing?

Tea tasting?

Which of these things has something to do with Yue Yang?

Even if Xiao Ke over-beautifies Yue Yang, he would not be so ill?

What's even more terrifying is that what they both said was not the same person...

Gulu.

Chen Mengxi swallowed nervously and forced herself to calm down.

She really dared not "confront the answer" with Xiaoke anymore.

If she repeatedly mentioned some completely opposite characteristics, she might not even dare to sleep in this bed and had to escape back to her home overnight.

"Why don't you speak?"

However, Xiaoke was very energetic and seemed to want to know more about Chen Mengxi's views on Yue Yang.

Besides, I'm really afraid that you'll kick me out...

Chen Mengxi thought to herself, but said, "I'm a little sleepy."

"oh……"

Xiao Ke was extremely disappointed and turned around: "Then let's sleep, good night."

Am I too much?

Chen Mengxi felt very uncomfortable when she heard Xiaoke's tone.

I finally met my daughter and had a private space for them, but in the end I said these few words.

And it was the daughter who took the initiative to speak.

My mother is really incompetent.

"That, actually, your dad is pretty good."

"Although sometimes I go outside and drink, my salary card is always in my hands."

"And as long as he doesn't go to work, he will cook."

"besides……"

"Xiao Ke?"

Chen Mengxi wanted to follow Xiaoke's words and comfort her, but unexpectedly, after talking for a long time, Xiaoke didn't react at all.

She sat up, walked around and looked around, and found that Xiaoke was already asleep.

"It's a waste of worry."

Chen Mengxi smiled mockingly, covered Xiaoke with a quilt, and lay down again.

No words all night.

The next morning.

The staff of the program team came to Yue's ancestral house with long guns and short cannons.

However, today's staff are at least half less than yesterday, and the cameras have been reduced a lot.

Chen Mengxi asked and found out that this was what Teacher Huang meant.

Teacher Huang went back last night and talked with the director until the early morning, strongly demanding that the extra shots be cancelled.

You can't expose all Xiaoke's life, after all, Xiaoke is not an artist.

Xiaoke allowed to photograph the things in Yue's ancestral house, which was already a complete righteousness.

Although Pan Yang proposed to provide Xiaoke with labor, he was rolled by Teacher Huang.

"Does Xiaoke's family seem to be short of money?"

Pan Yang couldn't speak at all.

He forgot that the live broadcast room is very popular, and another reason is that Chen Mengxi exists.

If their program team really wants to pay the labor service, they have to count Chen Mengxi together, but how can the budget the company gives them afford to hire an artist of Chen Mengxi?

He could only obediently listen to Teacher Huang's arrangements, and there were only three cameras left.

One is responsible for following Teacher Huang, the other is responsible for following Yixing, and the other is in the dining area.

"Mengxi, why are your eyes so swollen? Didn't you sleep well?"

Teacher Huang, Yixing and Sun Zheng also walked in and handed the steamed buns and freshly squeezed soy milk to Chen Mengxi.

"Well, I haven't had a good sleep. Now I suspect that Xiaoke is not my daughter..." Chen Mengxi said the truth.

"I'm sorry, you kid, just think about it. Xiaoke's kid will do whatever you want! Listen to me, she must be your daughter!"

Teacher Huang said with great care.

Chen Mengxi didn't know if this was a comfort or if Teacher Huang really thought so, so he could only nodded silently.

Had breakfast.

Pan Yang officially started the live broadcast after discussing with Teacher Huang.

Due to the various memes produced by the program yesterday and the flow of live broadcast images, the popularity of yearning continues to ferment in major social media.

Before the broadcast started, hundreds of thousands of people were waiting in the live broadcast room.

As soon as the broadcast started, it went directly to the top of the popularity list.

The program team immediately pointed the camera at the third room.

The live broadcast room suddenly became lively.

"The third room! The program team really understands us! We got to the point as soon as we got started!"

"Sister Xiaoke, open the door quickly, brother can't wait!"

"What's going to be in the room?"

"I think the layout of these rooms seems to be in chronological order, perhaps from the Yuan Dynasty?"

"Didn't the Ming Dynasty? Did there be descendants of the Yue family in the Ming Dynasty?"

The live broadcast room was full of discussion, and the enthusiasm did not decline at all because of the sudden end of yesterday's live broadcast.

Xiaoke also pushed open the door of the third room under the expectations of everyone.

The third room is a bedroom.

It looks like a woman's boudoir.

On the right side of the room is a shelf bed, just like the bed of a wealthy family in costume dramas. The shelf bed has four pillars and a bed surrounded by withered flowers next to the pillars.

On the left side of the house, there is a large mahogany box.

In the middle of the room, there is a small square table, and there are two chairs next to the square table.

On the square table, there is a small black rectangular wooden box.

Card.

Sun Zheng stepped forward and opened the small black wooden box.

A hairpin was lying quietly inside.

A wooden hairpin!

The workmanship of the wooden hairpin is very fine, the body of the hairpin is uniform in thickness, and the phoenix-shaped eucalyptus on the hairpin head is integrated with the hairpin body, which is vivid.

only……

"It's just a wooden hairpin, can it be preserved like a treasure?"

"Yes, the Yue family doesn't look like they are short of money. Can't they afford gold and silver hairpins?"

"You said, will the gold, silver and treasures in your home be secretly taken away by Yue Yang?"

"Don't rush to make a conclusion, let's talk about it!"

It is obvious that an ordinary wooden hairpin cannot arouse the interest of the live broadcast audience.

Sun Zheng was also a little disappointed when he saw this wooden hairpin.

Cultural relics are not necessarily valuable if they are old.

This wooden hairpin is at most a folk item. It was not a luxury item in ancient times and would not have too high value in modern times.

"Let's look at the big box."

Sun Zheng put the wooden hairpin back into the black wooden box and opened the large wooden box on the left side of the room.

As soon as the box was opened, the smell of ink came towards Sun Zheng frantically.

I looked closely and saw that there was no gold, silver and treasure in this box.

It's all a box of paper filled with words!
Chapter completed!