The whole company draws lots online, and the variety show is lined up

Chapter 320: On the Road - Yunnan (15)

At this moment, Wen Chen had no idea that his light words had pushed him into a deep pit.

An hour or two later, he slumped down on a chair at the exit of the haunted house with a bewildered look on his face. He was still a little dazed, looking at the other photographers who were trying to hold back their laughter. For a moment he was stunned, wondering how he had gotten himself into this state step by step.

The intellectual personality he promised to have was on the verge of collapse at this moment, and it was shattered into pieces that could not be retrieved.

The audience watching the variety show can directly see the whole process of Wen Chen’s change from calmness to collapse.

The smile doesn't disappear, it just moves from his face to the audience's face.

This was the first time that Wen Cheng had played a horror-type script-killing game before going to a haunted house. Or when he watched a horror movie, he didn't feel scared. But today, he realized that he was still a little scared. What he was more afraid of was the weird and terrifying feeling of being in the scene.

When the script was killing, Zhou Wen and the camera were always placed. He could clearly feel the sense of separation that was completely different from the reality, so it was not so fast. Entering the play, this time in the haunted house. The horror music coming from all directions, coupled with the NPCs that popped up at any time, was simply terrifying. At this time, I have to admire the post office, which is like a tank. Maybe. Sometimes, some gods light up a window for you and must close a door. Especially although he is afraid of heights, he is not afraid of ghosts. Wen Cheng's mind half-beat remembered that he was just scared by the NPC who played the ghost and knelt on the ground. He covered his face all of a sudden, feeling a little ashamed. If it were at this moment. There was a crack in the ground, he wished he could get in and never come out. The most embarrassing thing in the world is social death. For Wenquan, this is the case.

He was too embarrassed to watch it, and he couldn't imagine that after the variety show was officially broadcast, the unscrupulous boss would definitely keep it aside. By then, it would probably become a joke for everyone after a full meal.

This is indeed the case. After the show was broadcast, looking at the barrage of comments from netizens with good-natured jokes floating on the variety show screen, Wen Chen buried himself in Li Jing's arms with a bitter face. He is obviously a normal man with a strong build, but at this moment he looked particularly petite.

There is no need to hide anything when chatting with your own wife. The regret in his words is beyond words.

The unfortunate son never cared about other people's expressions. He appeared out of nowhere from some corner of the house, with endless teasing in his words.

"Oh my, Dad, you are afraid of ghosts~"

Li Jing couldn't bear to look at that asking-for-a-beating look. She closed her eyes helplessly and waited for Wen Chen's next move.

Sure enough, the next moment the collapsed man climbed up from her arms, his finger joints clenched continuously, making a clicking sound between the joints.

Wen Chen gritted his teeth. He couldn't find the others, but his own son was right in front of him so he could still teach him a lesson.

Two men, one in his thirties and the other in his prime, were chasing and playing around the house like three-year-old children, tickling each other's itchy spots.

Li Jing's face was filled with a helpless smile. Although she was scolding herself that it was more like raising two sons, the family atmosphere was filled with happiness at this moment.