Wen Jiu reposted the Weibo, several guests from Peach Blossom Spring Village and the program team immediately reposted and commented on it, and the online discussion about Wen Jiu's new stage continued to rise.
The pilot episode of the show was of high quality, with very realistic shooting angles, and the entire episode was connected by a single theme slogan.
Do you love this stage?
The camera focused on each guest, regardless of their location, and they all gave the same firm answer.
When filming Wen Jiu, he had just broken up from a dance move, stood up straight, and turned around to look at him, his eyes shining brightly.
"If I didn't love you, why would I be here?"
So, what does your ideal stage look like?
"My stage is what I am on stage."
The director's voice, tinged with amusement, chimed in. "So, are you ready to take on this stage?"
Wearing a blue and white dance outfit, Wen Jiu looked at the camera with a bright smile, "Of course."
[Aaaaaah, I won't say who's gone crazy! Anyway, I'm going crazy from being driven mad by my wife!!!]
[My wife's laughter is killing me!!! She's so incredibly cool!]
[Wife, come out here! I'll never call you a little idiot again!]
[It's been so long since I've seen my wife so confident, radiant, and carefree on stage! [crying emoji] Is my wife finally going to have her own stage?]
[It's Perpetual Motion Machines New Year today! I just recovered from the reply from the person in charge of the super topic, and then I saw " The Blazing Stage," exclusively sponsored by Feng. Is this what they mean by "in my name, I'll give you my surname"?]
[Did the wife upstairs join the Feng? I seem to remember she went to Starlight Entertainment?]
[Fun fact: President Feng the second largest shareholder of Starlight Entertainment, the largest being Lin Changfeng, the eldest son of the Lin. President Lin. President Feng best friends, they've been playing together since kindergarten [doge emoji]]
[Holy crap! What's the difference between this and the Feng?]
[Holy crap! What's the difference between this and the Feng?]
Online fans of the couple were having a great time celebrating the Lunar New Year. The " President Feng" they were talking about had successfully arrived at Starlight Entertainment, and after much effort, he dragged his wife out of the dance studio, tidied her up, and took her home.
" Feng Chi!" Wen Jiu embarrassedly, pushing the big dog off her and blushing, "I have rehearsal tomorrow!"
Feng Chi Chiwei gave Wen Jiu a kiss on the neck, looking aggrieved, "Then, after the competition the day after tomorrow, okay?"
Wen Jiu choked. Was this something that could be said so directly?!
A hand slipped under the hem of her clothes and gently pinched her waist.
"OK?"
"Ugh... Feng Chi, don't move!" Wen Jiu couldn't do anything with him. "Okay, okay... I promise you, damn it, stop touching me!"
The man released her, but pulled her into his lap. Wen Jiu sensed the strangeness in his body, and her face instantly turned bright red.
"You..."
"Don't move." Feng Chi rested his head on Wen Jiu's left shoulder, deliberately breathing into his ear, "Baby, you smell so good."
"Pervert!" Wen Jiu didn't dare to move, her eyes reddening from the pressure. "You smell the best!"
He practiced dancing all day and smelled terrible, and only this pervert kept hugging and rubbing against him all day.
And also, "Don't use such mushy language!"
"Your dad's going to take a shower!" Wen Jiu slapped him back and ordered fiercely, "Go cook!"
"Hungry?" Upon hearing this, Feng Chi placed his palm on Wen Jiu's stomach with great interest. It was indeed a little sunken in, and the more he pressed, the more it shrank in.
Wen Jiu inhaled, trying to dodge the man's hand, but there was no way to avoid being pressed tightly against him.
"You fucking... that's enough!"
Feng Chi didn't speak, nor did he let go. He simply turned Feng Chi's chin gently but forcefully, watching him silently.
The lust in the man's eyes was so intense it was almost like fog. Wen Jiu trembled, suddenly understanding his thoughts.
He thought...
Wen Jiu bit her lip tightly, lowered her head, and got up from Feng Chi's body, trembling as she tried to undo his belt.
The man's gaze was so intense that Wen Jiu's earlobes turned bright red, and she didn't dare to look at him at all.
All I could do was bluff. "Just this once... If you try to cheat again, I'll take Kumamon and run away from home!"
Feng Chi suppressed the restless desires within him and raised his hand to cover his eyes.
Grass!
That look in his eyes is simply unfair!
The man's Adam's apple bobbed violently a few times, and a husky, sexy voice escaped from his tightly pursed lips, "Mmm."
Two hours later--
Wen Xiaojiu locked herself in the bathroom and curled up in the bathtub, pretending to be a mushroom.
"Wife," a man's voice came from outside the door, languid and content, "How was the braised fish today?"
Qu Feng repeatedly reminded Wen Jiu not to consume too many calories in the next few days, to control her figure, and to maintain her skin condition. Wen Jiu also understood the pros and cons and had already given up chili peppers and red oil for several days.
So this question is completely unnecessary! Wen Jiu gritted her teeth; that bastard was definitely doing it on purpose!
"If you ask me again, I'll braise you, you believe me?" Wen Jiu snapped, "Get lost!"
Feng Chi left with a smile in his eyes, and made sure to close the door gently without making a sound.
Gone?
Wen Jiu hesitated, peeking out of the bathtub. "Wouldn't I have offended him by being so harsh?"
But this man is really going too far! Wen Jiu wiped her mouth angrily, her peach blossom eyes misting over with rage.
Damn it, if your wife doesn't listen to you, you should leave her out in the cold!
Let him know that he cannot withstand the wrath of the head of the household!
snort!
Wen Jiu thought this, she unconsciously quickened her pace while taking a shower.
After washing up, he didn't listen to his manager's advice to apply those strange skincare products. He just put on a nightgown and went out, peeking into the kitchen through the crack in the door.
Feng Chi was cooking the last dish, his movements clean and efficient as he tossed the wok. His handsome appearance contrasted sharply with the yellow bear apron he was wearing.
Wen Jiu pouted, and half of her anger instantly dissipated.
At this moment, Feng Chi Feng Chi, "Wife, dinner's ready--"
Wen Jiu:!!!
Wen Jiu Feng Chi would discover she was spying, Wen Jiu quickly retreated to the opposite room in a few steps.
"Wife?" Feng Chi's voice grew closer and closer. Wen Jiu, on a whim, immediately hid behind the door.
Feng Chi glanced through the crack in the door, suppressed a laugh, and knocked. "Where is everyone?"
Two thuds sounded as if striking Wen Jiu's heart. Wen Jiu swallowed hard and cursed herself inwardly.
You idiot, now look what you've done!
Can't you be serious when you're angry?
What's the difference between this and flirting?
"Looks like she's still angry with me..." Feng Chi said dejectedly as he closed the door. "Then I'll bring the food up."
She sounded both aggrieved and sensible.
Wen Jiu couldn't bear it and was about to open the door to chase after him when, unexpectedly, someone swept her up in their arms.
"Holy shit!"
Wen Xiaojiu away from dying on the spot!!!
"I @#%$&*..."
Feng Chi, like a dragon that has abducted a princess, walked away triumphantly, ignoring Wen Xiaojiu's grumbling.
Just as he was getting Wen Jiu used to being called "wife," Bigshot Feng also included princess carries and daily mutual help in his "100-Day Plan to Completely Turn a Straight Man into a Gay Wife" schedule.
He conquered her step by step until she completely captured his heart.