Harem Investment System: Getting Money And Women - Chapter 159: Talking With The Foreman

[Entertainment Circle + Live Streaming + Wilderness Survival + Sick Jiao + Mutual Pet Sweet Text + Infrastructure]

Dayan’s first female emperor crossed over, and as soon as she opened her eyes, she became an 18th-tier actress of the same name, participating in a variety show of survival in the wilderness.

Netizen: Is there no threshold for this variety show? What crooked melons and cracked dates are coming to participate?

Su Yangyang: I am indeed incompetent.

However, when the camera turns…

Open up wasteland and farm fields, set up traps, build wooden fish, fork fish with bare hands, climb trees to pick fruits, tear wild boars by hand, weave fishing nets, learn Chinese medicine…

The program effect is directly full!

Netizen 1: What the hell is lack of ability? ? ?

Netizen 2: Sister Yang yyds! ! !

However, on the way of the continuous show, there was a sick actor by his side, who was always weak and fell into his arms.

Su Yangyang: Men are really annoying.

Until one day, Emperor Bo Ying covered the camera, changed the way he used to be sick, and directly pressed her against the wall and kissed her.

The next day, the barrage sent Su Yangyang to the hot search.

Su Yangyang: Mosquito bites, it was a misunderstanding.

Bo Yingdi forwarded: @Su Yangyang. I heard that my name was changed to Mosquito?

That night, the entire network was paralyzed.

This book is also known as: “How I Made Wilderness Survival into Love” and “What Should I Do If a Sick Actor Wants 100 Kisses a Day” and “Can a Man Be Poisoned If He Loves It Too Much”

- Description from novelbuddy

On modern-day Earth, An Lin seems to have been abandoned by God.
When his father suddenly disappears, An Lin is left with his father’s immense debt, putting his life at risk.
After being forced to a rooftop by his pursuing creditors, An Lin is unexpectedly swept off his feet and brought to the ground safely.

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The clock struck midnight when Ruelle heard the echo of footsteps. She tensed, the fine hairs on the back of her neck standing on end in the cool night air.“You shouldn't be here,” Ruelle whispered, her voice a breathless murmur. The silhouette finally came to stand under the moonlight, his dark red eyes watching her and his inky black hair ruffling.“Shouldn't I?” His voice was a dark caress, and she stood there captivated by the danger he exuded like perfume.“I haven’t seen you for the last two days,” his tone low. His hand reached out, fingers brushing against the silk of her nightgown, tracing the trembling outline of her collarbone. “Tell me, were you avoiding me, or perhaps... entertaining other offers?”Ruelle’s heart raced, her breaths shallow. She declared, “I don't belong to anyone.”“A bold claim,“ he murmured, his breath a tantalising chill against her skin as he leaned in. ”Yet here you are, pulse racing, your body tensed as if in anticipation of my touch.”His fingers gripped her chin, tilting her face towards his. The moonlight caught his eyes, revealing a glint of predatory intent. “Or must I remind you whose touch you truly crave?”