novelraw Chapter 164 This is the life Xiaomu should have.
Chapter 164 This is the life Xiaomu should have.
"Others?" Jiang Hong took out his terminal and glanced at it. "You didn't post on Weibo either. Do you have any friends coming to visit Anjiang Star? Who... ah—"
He had a lot of questions and was about to ask them one by one when Jiang Xun suddenly picked up the terminal that controlled the mechanical dog and pressed the "run" button.
The sled sped forward, instantly dispelling Jiang Hong's questions.
Immediately afterwards, three more staff members arrived in sleds, each sled equipped with eight robotic dogs.
There were 24 robotic dogs on the field, and their incessant barking gave the guests a headache.
The other two groups of guests quickly got on and let the robotic dog carry them forward.
Wen Shumu and Ling Suyu were the last group, and it was Ling Suyu who took the initiative to request to be the last to set off.
Wen Shumu didn't know the reason at first, until he saw a low-key black hovercar drive over and stop behind the production crew's car.
Heck got out of the car, brought a blanket, and handed it to Ling Suyu.
Once on the sled, Ling Suyu carefully covered Wen Shumu with a blanket and tied his scarf tightly, wrapping him up completely to make sure no wind could get in before pressing the terminal button.
So, did you finally set off just to wait for this blanket?
[Help! The Marshal is so thoughtful!!!]
[Hahaha, Mumu is so cute, only her eyes are showing!]
If my wife were Mumu, I'd be just like the Marshal.
Wen Shumu's lips, hidden under his scarf, curled up particularly high. He wanted to share half of the blanket with Ling Suyu, but as soon as he raised his hand, Ling Suyu blocked it back.
Ling Suyu's expression was serious, and the cold wind blowing against his face ruffled his black hair: "Don't move, the wind will get in. I'm not cold."
Wen Shumu had no choice but to give up and sit obediently in his seat, smiling as he looked at Ling Suyu.
The mechanical dog, tireless, ran joyfully forward with its tongue lolling out, the endless snowscape on both sides receding into the distance, but its eyes were only on the Alpha beside it.
As the sled entered the forest, the towering trees slightly blocked the sunlight. After passing through a narrow forest path, the view suddenly opened up, revealing a vast frozen lake.
Few people come here; the ice surface is spotless, like a clear mirror, perfectly reflecting the color of the sky.
"My God, we're the only ones in this amazing place!" Jiang Hong exclaimed.
He arrived early and was already standing on the frozen lake.
Wen Shumu folded the blanket he was wearing and walked with Ling Suyu to the edge of the frozen lake, stepping through the snow.
He took a deep breath, the crisp air cleansing his lungs. Surrounded by such natural beauty, far from the hustle and bustle of the world, his mind and body felt much lighter.
There was a small hut by the frozen lake, where the crew members were standing and waving to everyone.
When Komo arrived on a sled, the guests were already choosing ice sleds and skates.
Wen Wei's voice came over: "Jingxi, why don't you play on the ice sled? I'm afraid you'll fall and I won't be able to hold you back."
Ye Jingxi readily agreed. After all, this wasn't a professional ice rink, and there were no railings for him to hold onto while practicing. Falling would probably hurt quite a bit.
Then he saw Wen Wei turn to Wen Shumu and say gently, "Mumu, can you skate? If not, I can teach you."
Ye Jingxi: ? ? ?
Why don't you teach him, my darling!
Logically speaking, Wen Shumu grew up in Anjiangxing, and there was a frozen lake right next to the Wen family castle, so he should have been very good at ice skating. But in reality, he was confined to the castle and had no chance to experience this activity at all.
Wen Shumu shook his head honestly: "No."
Wen Wei's eyes lit up, but before she could speak, Ling Suyu, who was standing to the side, narrowed his eyes and pointed behind Wen Wei.
He turned around, and Ye Jingxi was pouting, looking at him with a resentful expression.
Wen Wei immediately moved closer to him, smiling, and said, "Mu Mu Qing, I was able to hold him back, okay? I was wrong, I'll ride the ice sled with you."
Ye Jingxi looked wronged and needed Wen Wei to coax her for a long time before she would feel better.
Wen Wei really was willing to coax him.
[I really want all of Dr. Ye's colleagues in her department to come and see this, hahaha! I'd like to interview them and see what they think.]
[No need to tag me, I'm watching.]
[+1 for watching.]
[Is this for real? What are your thoughts after seeing Dr. Ye like this?]
[I dare not speak.]
[I've gotten used to Director Ye's "two faces."]
What we think doesn't matter; he wouldn't treat us like that anyway.
[Hilarious, you guys are so clear-headed.]
Wen Shumu wore ice skates, but Ling Suyu did not.
Ling Suyu acted like a dutiful bodyguard throughout, holding Wen Shumu's hand tightly while teaching him to skate and helping him balance. He was so focused that he seemed even more nervous than Wen Shumu.
Only when Wen Shumu could glide independently did Ling Suyu slowly step back a little, watching that graceful figure freely traverse the ice surface, her movements gradually becoming smooth and natural.
Her sky-blue eyes revealed a gentle smile.
This is the life Xiaomu should have.
Jiang Xun sat on the ice sled watching the terminal the whole time, creating a stark contrast with Jiang Hong, who was skating around the field.
Chu Zhao was skating by himself, and his skating posture was quite elegant, but as soon as Ludwig approached, his steps immediately became disordered, and he almost fell. Fortunately, Ludwig pulled him back in time.
"Be careful." Ludwig took his hand and waited for him to steady himself.
Chu Zhao whispered, "I'm all better now, you can let go."
Ludwig smiled, but ignored him and kept holding on tightly.
Chu Zhao tugged at it, but couldn't budge it.
As Chu Zhao's gaze swept over Alpha's radiant smile, his grip on her hand gradually loosened.
Let him hold my hand; after all… we’ve done things more intimate than holding hands.
Anjiangxing has short daylight hours; by four o'clock in the afternoon, the sky is already filled with the glow of sunset, and the ice surface is also dyed orange.
For safety reasons, everyone decided not to linger and returned by sled, then took the hovercar back to the hotel.
In the front seat, Ke Mo stared at the show's real-time trending topics and smiled.
The guests made it to several trending topics, with the first one being particularly eye-catching: #ChuzhaoLudwigHoldingHandsOnIceSkating#.
Ke Mo whispered to Ying Xingfei, "I think they'll make an official announcement soon after the show ends."
Ying Xingfei looked at Ke Mo, his gaze slightly darkening, his tone calm, but his words made Ke Mo's heart tighten: "I hope it's not just them."
For no apparent reason, Ke Mo recalled that inexplicable entertainment news that the heir of the Ying Group was pursuing him.
He turned to look out the window in a panic, feeling like he had frozen out of his mind. Ying Xingfei and he only had this program together. Although Ying Xingfei seemed to care about him, it was probably just out of duty as a producer... right?
Upon arriving at the hotel, the guests first changed clothes and had dinner.
They can't rest right away because the director said there are plans for the evening.
At 7 p.m., everyone gathered in the hotel's conference room.
It was supposed to be a meeting room, but there wasn't even a table; there was just a row of sofas and a soft carpet.
According to the owner, their small hotel doesn't need the meeting room for the time being, so it hasn't been properly decorated to look like a meeting room.
But this suited Ke Mo's intentions perfectly. He had the guests sit on the sofa, and then brought out a table from somewhere, placing some desserts and drinks on it.
This scene inexplicably reminded Wen Shumu of the guests introducing themselves on Fumeng Star.
Once everyone was seated, Ke Mo pointed the camera at them and officially began the evening's live broadcast.
His smile was gentle, but his eyes held a hint of reluctance: "Tomorrow is the last day of recording, and our program is nearing its end. I'd like to take this opportunity to ask everyone some questions."