Chapter 894

"It's like this, song Ge, en en er... We... What..."

Pang Wei is a foreign man with blonde hair and blue eyes. He is less than 40 years old this year. He is tall. Because he loves to eat and is greedy, he is also fat.

He's like a bear.

Such a tall and fat bear like man, standing in front of Yang Song, blushing, rubbing his hands, wriggling, coughing, coughing for a long time, could not say a complete word.

Pang Wei seems to have come to express himself, only a bunch of flowers are missing.

Yang Song was disgusted by his brain: "you talk well."

He's really looking at me.

Fat Wei is also worried. He usually speaks very quickly, but he can't help himself to Yang Song.

"Brother song, your cooking is so delicious!"

Finally, he said it was complete, and Pang Wei also cried.

Yang Song said, "I know that. What do you want to say to me?"

After eating the food made by Yang Song, there is no exaggeration.

He's used to it.

It's just that the 1.89-meter-old man who has to pull at the corner of his clothes and sob out of breath is really the first one.

"Be strong and say whatever you want. I'll listen." Yang Song keeps winking at Meng Shihan: why don't you come to save your boyfriend?

Meng Shihan was worried, but he was shocked by this scene.

She saw the joy inexplicably.

"It's so much fun!"

Yang song always likes to be serious in front of guests. In fact, Meng Shihan knows Yang Song's pure heart.

Only when there are really close people and no outsiders present, will Yang Song show his unrestrained side.

Meng Shihan likes Yang Song the most,.

Yang Song's distress at the moment made her feel funny and real, so she didn't help at the theatre.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Yang Song thought, what's going on?

Pang Wei still wipes his tears.

"Do you still want to eat sugar gourd?" Yang Song felt that he had been misled.

Meng Shihan almost didn't laugh. Her boyfriend is so cute.

"Song ge... I, I want to interview you." Fat Wei finally said it.

"Interview." Yang Song's heart settled: "that is a small matter, I promise you, you first let me go."

His clothes are going to be torn by Pang Wei.

How can a man cry at him? Still cry so heartbroken.

"Thank you, brother song."

"You're welcome. Let's go and interview now. You can go home and go to bed early." After Yang Song quietly decided to take a bath after work, he said he would not come to the hall.

"I also want to eat sugar gourd."

Yang Song

Grandma, you've got a leg. You've got an inch.

"No!" Yang Song did not have a good way: "only give you half an hour of interview time, you choose a suitable time to come out."

Yang Song ran to Meng Shihan for the first time, took his girlfriend's hand, stood behind her, picked up the person with one hand and left: "goblin, do you see my joke?"

Pang Wei and others wanted to chase him, but Shen Huaizhao stopped them: "you guys, talk to me about the interview."

The girl in front of her was calm and generous: "as for the specific time, we should discuss with each other and not delay the store's business hours."

"Of course." Pang Wei and others said: "we can make an appointment before and after lunch and dinner."

"We are willing to cooperate with SongGe's time."

"That's right. SongGe is the priority."

Because he wanted to go back to his hometown, the interview was scheduled for three days.

The specific time needs further consideration.

Shen Huaizhao had to ask Yang song before he could make a decision.

"I didn't expect SongGe to be so approachable, so easy to agree to our request." Pang Wei is still feeling.

He didn't notice. All three of his companions rolled their eyes at him.

Is Yang Song scared away just now?

"But brother song is really kind." Great ambition.

If you don't want to see Pang Wei, you can throw him out.

Yang Song didn't even ask which magazine Pang Wei was from, so he agreed.

"We Western bigwigs are very arrogant, but brother song is so approachable."

"This should be the kind of noble demeanor that Chinese people often say."

"We also call it self-restraint, not going to the beginning."

They chatted and went out of Baifeng Pavilion.

"I just found out that this food street is so beautiful."

The night sky in midsummer is very clear. The bright stars are like a milky way, quietly guarding the prosperity of the world.

The merchants and every household in the food street hang beautiful traditional style colored lights.

In front of the gate of Baifeng Pavilion, you can see the lotus lamp, the lotus lamp, the mandarin duck lantern and so on.

"No wonder there will be a special lantern festival in Huaxia. The small food street is dazzling."

"Except for those at the entrance of SongGe, these are very common lights. You haven't seen any really beautiful lights yet." Ambition is a killer.

There is no Lantern Festival in China. Let alone the Lantern Festival, which is a national festival, there are few lanterns in the local customs.

"Dazhi, are you lying to me?"

"Guess what." Dazhi is too lazy to explain to them. Anyway, they don't believe it.

A few hours ago, they suspected Yang Song.

"Play by yourself. I have to buy some special products to take back." Great ambition.

Wherever you go or go back, you have to bring some scenery, souvenirs or special food for your family.

Whatever it is, it's the heart.

When Dazhi was shopping, he ran into Yang Song again.

Yang Song and Meng Shihan, two people do not know when to put on a pair of clothes.

Yang Song is just like his name, tall and straight as song, Meng Shihan, graceful and graceful, and has a prosperous appearance.

Handsome men and beautiful women, how to see how beautiful, it's really enjoyable.

Yang Song took his girlfriend out for a walk. After two blocks, he found it boring to take a walk. Unexpectedly, someone was selling fried yogurt here.

It's just that this man is obviously a novice and his level is not very good.

Meng Shihan: "I want to eat."

She said she wanted to eat, but she saw Yang Song.

Obviously, I want to eat Yang Song's best.

The man who sells fried yogurt is a young man. He looks like a college student. His name is Ma Xiaoming.

The yogurt stall is called xiaomago fried yogurt.

It's a nice name.

But only the name.

Ma Xiaoming fried for a long time, this yogurt is not successful, anxious he sweating.

The guests stopped, yelled for a refund, and gathered a crowd to watch.

Among them is Ma Xiaoming's classmate.

"Work study program, you can also choose your own work."

"Disgrace."

"What's the use of good grades? I only know how to read, stupid one! "

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Someone else came out with a cell phone and wanted to make a video.

"A cup of Pitaya and banana." Yang Song transfers money directly. When he walks over, he accidentally touches a mobile phone, and he steps on it even more carelessly.

Mobile phones have become fragmented.