Rebirth in Showbiz: How to Win the Showbiz Emperor's Heart?-Chapter 184: Fairness
Just now... was that a princess carry?
A princess carry?!
If it were a handsome man princess carrying a beautiful woman, it would surely be a very romantic scene, and they could add some pink fluff in post-production.
But now it’s a woman princess carrying a man?
Huh?
Hehehe, they must have seen it wrong.
How could that be possible?
Seems like after staying up all night preparing for the program’s shooting, they’re too tired and are hallucinating.
The staff looked at each other, seeing shock in each other’s eyes, confirming one thing... they didn’t see it wrong.
Uh...
Suddenly, there’s a feeling of hilarity mixed with helplessness...
Only thing to say is, Tong Hanzi, you’re so mighty and strong!
Li Xin covered her face, utterly speechless, sister, at least follow the script, don’t play against the rules, geez, how will Young Master Mo face people after this? 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢
Only the main director was very excited, who says Tong Yan lacks comedic appeal, this is definitely the highlight of this episode! He had studied Tong Yan’s participation in "love," against all odds, inviting Tong Yan withstanding a lot of pressure.
Little Fatty really didn’t let him down!
Tong Yan reached the finish line, rationality returned, and she finally remembered what had happened just now, her whole body stiffened with a feeling of impending doom.
She... she just princess carried the superstar!
She made the superstar lose face in front of everyone!
What to do?
Tong Yan was very anxious, would the superstar take revenge on her?
Usually, she couldn’t afford to provoke him, now she’s really in trouble.
In her hurry, Tong Yan blurted out to the superstar, "Young Master Mo, how about you carry me back?"
With the videographer: ...
This girl’s heart must be really big, to come up with such a solution.
Sorry, I need a moment to laugh, can’t control it at all!
#OddlyCreativeTongDali#
Bo Yimo’s lips curved, his eyes as dark as ink sparkled brightly, his gentle eyebrows resembling a breeze rippling across a tranquil lake, causing layer upon layer of ripples, he softly said, "It’s my pleasure." Delighted to oblige.
Amid everyone’s exclaims, he carried Tong Yan up.
The videographer looked numb: ...
You’re too much!
Being lovey-dovey behind the scenes is fine, but flaunting affection on screen!
This kind of behavior isn’t great!
Even though they’re taping a show, so many people watching, Bo Yimo didn’t do anything else, holding her for just a few seconds before putting her down, naturally, as if it was genuinely a simple princess carry.
Only Bo Yimo knew how soft his heart was, how happy he felt.
She, to him, had already become an indispensable part, since the moment he met her many years ago, she entered his life, he cared about her life, her everything.
When she smiles, he is happy.
When she cries, he is sad.
Over the years, she has long merged into his bones and blood, becoming one with him, inseparable, like drinking poison to quench thirst, the addiction has sunk deep, unable to quit.
A simple touch can make him so happy he almost can’t control himself.
Bo Yimo is just that hopeless.
Tong Yan said confidently, "I carried you, you carried me, now it’s fair, you can’t be angry."
This silly girl has been taken advantage of twice, yet doesn’t realize, feeling pleased with herself.
Only to say her heart is big.
Fairness...
Bo Yimo’s eyes flashed a glint, nodding, his voice as gentle as water, "Not angry."
