I Just Want To Be In A Relationship Chapter 123 - We've Taken off Our Pants, and You only Show Us This? (2)

Chapter 123: We’ve Taken off Our Pants, and You only Show Us This? (2)

He grew up in the countryside and had a lot of experience in dealing with cattle. Maybe this would work.

This was really very strange. Before Yu Qinghuan could do anything after grabbing the whip, the cattle took its leg and walked straight ahead, leaving the others jaws dropped.

“Well…How could Qinghuan be so lucky? Even the cow likes him?”

“What a lucky boy! He must have been kissed by G.o.d.”

The cart cannot carry too many people at a time, so all the others, except Yu Qinghuan and Uncle w.a.n.g, followed behind.

Zhao Qingyuan looked around, feeling uncomfortable walking side by side with w.a.n.g Chengcheng, then eyeing the opportunity to slip to Tong Qin’s side. Tong Qin felt flattered by this sudden movement and almost took h.o.m.olateral steps.

As Yu Qinghuan expected, the seedlings only filled two and a half carts. No one could let the cattle go forward except Yu Qinghuan, so he occupied the driver’s position naturally until all the seedlings were transported.

Fearing that the cattle would tread on the vegetables in the yard, the program crew left Yu Qinghuan to watch it and let the remaining three in to count the seedlings.

“Qinghuan,” just as he was going to get a broom and sweep the carts, w.a.n.g Chengcheng suddenly came to him with a smile, looked up at him, and said adoringly, “if I may ask, how could you be always so lucky?”

Her eyes were gentle as water, full of affection and temptation under the light.

“I never have such luck, are you like this since childhood? This is really impressive.”

She looked at him completely like a girl wors.h.i.+ping her idol with starry eyes.

“Not always,” Yu Qinghuan took a step back with a trace and distanced himself from her. The alarm went off in his heart.

At present, there was no one in this small courtyard except the two of them. If they were photographed, there would be a large room for the media to give the rein to their imagination. This woman was not as weak and naive as she looked. He still clearly remembered the scene when w.a.n.g Chengcheng warned him on the set last time.

“Qinghuan,” w.a.n.g Chengcheng seemed not to notice his estrangement. She took two steps forward, standing right on his side and looked him the same way, “Have you ever considered buying lottery?”

“No, it’s all coincidences. Coincidence.” Yu Qinghuan smiled helplessly and looked over to into the room. “Chengcheng, please watch the cattle for me and I’ll see if they have finished counting.”

After finis.h.i.+ng his words, Yu Qinghuan nodded at her and turned to leave.

As soon as he left, the smile on w.a.n.g Chengcheng’s face disappeared. She took a glance at the corner and said coldly, “Did you take the photos?”

“Sure,” Her a.s.sistant walked out of the corner with his cell phone and held up the screen carefully. “but… it’s too dark, the photo maybe a little unclear.”

w.a.n.g Chengcheng frowned and wanted to scold him, but she suddenly remembered something and curled up her lip, “Good, it would look more real.”

She thought for a moment, then added, “Let Liu stand outside my door tonight and take another photo, then we could send them to the media together.”

Liu was another male a.s.sistant of her, similar in shape to Yu Qinghuan.

w.a.n.g Chengcheng had been setting up an image of “heartthrob” for years. Afraid that the netizens would have aesthetic fatigue, this time she planned to surge another hot gossip.

They stayed in the countryside these days, wearing unified labor suits sent by the program team. If Liu put on the same suit and deliberately stay away from the lens, no one could refute it as long as the media said that the person in the photo was Yu Qinghuan.

With the t.i.tle “Fail to please his dream lover, the little fresh meat got drunk and knocked on her door” and the blur photos, Yu Qinghuan could not escape his fate as a scapegoat.

w.a.n.g Chengcheng had made a comprehensive plan. If Zhao Qingyuan came to mess up her trap and stood up to prove Yu Qinghuan’s innocence, she would buy the media to lead the public opinion and hype Zhao Qingyuan’s lying for his friend.

When filming The Line of Life and Death, she had already held unpleasantness in her heart toward Yu Qinghuan.

In the first scene of the movie, she, a high-profile A-list actress, was upstaged by a young newcomer. How could she bear it?

The reason why she didn’t make actions before was that Yu Qinghuan, the little unknown newcomer, was not worth it. Even if she set a trap on him, it was helping him get more fame.

But now he got a little famous, what a suitable stepping stone for her!

Yu Qinghuan completely had no idea that someone was setting a trap behind on him. After carrying all the seedlings, he and Zhao Qingyuan came back holding each other’s waist. As soon as they were about to take a bath and go to be, Uncle w.a.n.g stopped them.

The aged man, who always held a darkened face during the program recording, was now staring at Yu Qinghuan with burning eyes until Yu Qinghuan felt as if there were pins and needles all over his body. But then, he dragged Yu Qinghuan forward and said, “I love lucky kids as pleasing to the eye! Come and play mahjong with me!”

There was a small shop in the village. Every night after finis.h.i.+ng their farm work, most men would take some small gambles there.

“Uncle w.a.n.g,” Yu Qinghuan said with embarra.s.sment, “I want to go back to sleep, it’s a tired day for me.”

“Sleeping so early? Come on! Don’t be so dispirited at such a young age!” Uncle w.a.n.g kept on walking and glared back at him, “I’m gonna take you to have some fun!”

Yu Qinghuan, “…” Does the man think that he has never played mahjong before?

The man was so enthusiastic that Yu Qinghuan could not bear to refuse, so he could only let Zhao Qingyuan go back first.

However, after arriving, Uncle w.a.n.g didn’t let him join the game, he only put a small bench near the table to let Yu Qinghuan sit beside and act as …his mascot!

Yu Qinghuan, “…”