Chapter 110: 110

Inside, Jian Shiwu’s heart was broken.

Unfortunately, there were guests who were already halfway through their answers, so if he hesitated any longer, it would be his loss. In an emergency, Jian Shiwu held his phone and asked with some apprehension: "That, if 50 billion and I fell off the cliff together, who would you save first?"

Shen Cheng inquired, "Why would you fall off a cliff?"

"......"

Jian Shiwu became annoyed: "It doesn't matter at all, so will you save me or not?"

Although he didn't force anyone to say the right answer, it was clear that he was annoyed, as if he would have been finished if Shen Cheng hadn't said the ideal answer today.

The internet users were also clearly watching.

"Fifty billion! No one can handle that."

"My boyfriend, not to mention 50 billion, might even be shaken by 5 million."

"Sister, we have the same type of boyfriend."

Jian Shiwu thought Shen Cheng would at least think about it, but the man didn't hesitate: "Save you."

This answer somehow made Jian Shiwu's heart breathe a sigh of relief, he took a step forward, the shiatsu board really hurt a little under his feet, especially when he stood for a long time, he took a few deep breaths, then looked at the staff's hands.

The board was updated with a new question.

Actually I have a secret, I am a fairy from heaven, do you believe it?

Correct answer: Believe.

He also thought that maybe Shen Cheng would think he was joking, but due to the pressure from the board, he still asked the question: "That, do you believe me when I say that I am a fairy from heaven?"

There was a pause on the other end of the line.

Even Mr. Shen had not expected such outrageous questions.

However, very quickly, his voice was low and strong: "I believe it."

It didn't sound like a joke at all, but it inexplicably caused Jian Shiwu’s heart to tremble, such a sentiment that made him feel strange.

But the fast-paced questions that followed also made Jian Shiwu unable to think much about it, and he kept acting as a microphone to the person over there.

"Mirror mirror am I the best looking person in the world?"

"What goes best with cilantro."

"Why do you spit out the skin of a grape when you eat it."

Some of these odd questions could be answered, while others could not be answered even if the great gods came. After a lot of tossing and turning, Jian Shiwu felt his body was about to be emptied but he finally configured a tent and some necessities. Shen Cheng over there did not chase him for an explanation, but when the game was over and he was about to hang up, he whispered, "Have fun. "

Jian Shiwu’s heart twitched, wanting to say something, but in the presence of the cameracrew, he nodded gently and responded, "Got it."

Their relationship was tacit and natural.

All this was visible in the camera, and many netizens began to venture to speculate on the relationship between the two.

"Isn't this still love."

"This person's voice sounds so good, help."

" I already feel pregnant through the screen wuu"

"It's an ordinary friend."

"An ordinary friend who doesn't need 50 billion, please give me a dozen."

Many people were very excited, and after the game ended, the other guests had different battle situations. Jian Shiwu looked around and found that he was not the last. The last was Sun Liman. She recited her best friend's mobile phone number, and the plastic best friend was obviously a little unreliable. In the end, she only grabbed a tent.

The others dialed either friends, other relatives, or best friends, a married instructor dialed his partner, and the person who took the most stuff was actually Gu Duan. The number he could recite backwards was actually his assistant's, and the knowledgeable assistant apparently played a good role in helping out.

Jin Zhe lamented, "There's actually someone who can recite his assistant's phone number backwards."

"Exactly!"

Sun Liman was not too convinced as she complained, "Doesn't Director Gu have any friends?"

Jian Shiwu took one more look at the red-haired man not far away, since he knew the inside story, he could no longer look at it with his usual joking heart, perhaps because he because knew Shen Cheng, he knew how hard life was during those branchless years, so he could appreciate those feelings even more.

Jian Siwu pursed his lips, smiled at Sun Liman and said, "Maybe everyone has their own way of living."

Although Sun Liman was a bit thick-headed, but seeing Jian Shiwu's somewhat strange performance, she finally understood something and didn't say anything else.

After the game was over, it was the normal group work. Jian Shiwu's instructor was Gu Duan, so naturally they were assigned as a group. Before the director communicated that they do not need to sleep in one tent, but the cooperation work should still be. Speaking of which, he has actually an assistant caring for him in the past three months, so it was not awkward to be with Gu Duan.

On the contrary, when the two tents close to each other were being set up, Director Gu's tent was already set up but Jian Shiwu was still studying the drawings.

Gu Duan had to pass by his side: "Let me pass."

"Ok..."

Jian Shiwu gave way. When Gu Duan came back from washing his hands not far away, he was still studying the drawings while squatting on the ground.

The corners of the man's mouth twitched as he walked up to Jian Shiwu: "Do you have a grudge against this piece of paper?"

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Jane Shiwu: "No."

"Then why do you keep staring at it!"

Gu Duan was angry and kicked him lightly: "Get lost."

He was so aggrieved by the sudden attack, but when he moved away, the man beside him started to pick up his tent, not even needing a drawing, he set it up very skillfully and nimbly.

Jian Shiwu was dumbfounded: "You're amazing."

"Amazing, my ass." Gu Duan snorted lightly: "This thing is easy if you have hands."

"......"

There was being connoted to.

Jian Shiwu looked at him setting up the tent and suggested: "Then I'll go set up the pot, just now I grabbed a bag of seafood when I grabbed the supplies, it's now 3 or 4 o'clock it's not early, I'll cook a meal."

Gu Duan didn't even look back: "Mmm."

He got up and found a pot and started his own stew. He was not good at cooking, but he always had an inexplicable sense of confidence from God knows where.

When Gu Duan came over after he had easily set up the tent, he saw a pot of boiling water with all kinds of unknown seafood objects floating in it, and Jian Shiwu was still pouring seasonings into it and stirring it with a spoon, as if he was making some kind of witch's soup. And when he saw him coming, he even gave a sweet smile, "Just wait a little longer for the soup to be ready."

Gu Duan was silent for a moment.

Having travelled for so many years, he was actually inexplicably a little baffled when faced with the pot in front of him.

Taking the spoon from Jian Shiwu's hand, the man put the soup into his mouth and took a sip. Jian Shiwu was still looking at him with some expectation, his eyes shining brightly: "How is it?"

"......"

The sea breeze blew through and there was silence.

Although the man didn't speak, the viewers of the live broadcast couldn't help but laugh:.

"Director Gu has met his match."

"This is the first time I've seen him look like this.”

"Little Jian, tough enough."

Gu Duan put down his spoon in silence as he said to Jian Shiwu, "Has anyone advised you to stay away from the kitchen?"

Jian Shiwu looked at him suspiciously and hesitantly said, "I think so, why."

"Then listen to him."

Gu Duan pointed to the two tents next to him and ordered, "Now, go and pack your bed and don't appear in front of me until dinner is ready."

Jian Shiwu was slightly surprised: "Don't you want me to help?"

Gu Duan glanced at him coldly, full of murderous aura, as if he would kill him if he dared to get close. The words that came out of his mouth were swallowed instantly, and he dutifully ran off to clean up the beds and his cowardice was also recorded by the camera, making the audience in the live broadcast room laugh non-stop.

In the evening , when he was full of food, he patted his stomach, and affirmed Gu Duan: "The cooking skills are good."

Gu Duan gave a sneer.

The sun was setting and the group was given a task to catch the seafood. They had to sell their catch at the market tomorrow to earn money for the return trip. There were some small seafood like oysters hidden in the sand that Jian Shiwu had no idea how to get.

He even screamed because he caught a small crab with his bare hands, and was finally scolded by Gu Duan.

As he managed to get the crab off, Jiam muttered, "Don't scold me all the time, what if you really made me stupid?"

"You're already stupid."

Gu Duan glared at him, and in order to prevent Jian Shiwu from making a fool of himself again, he waved to hi., "Come here."

When Jian Shiwu came over, he saw the man pouring salt into a hole, and a moment later, something small burst out.

Jian Shiwu exclaimed in amazement and couldn't help but praise: "How can you do all this? How many other hidden skills do I not know about?

Gu Duan did not react much: "Is knowing a lot of skills considered impressive?"

Jian Shiwu was just about to nod when he heard the man's voice: "When one is starving to death, one can master many survival skills."

The afterglow of the sunset spread out on their bodies, drawing long shadows, for a moment, as if it also drew them closer. Jian Shiwu looks up at Gu Duan, his face calm face, cold and deep, this is a somewhat strange Gu Duan he had never seen before.

Jian Shiwu's thoughts were running.

Because it was late, there were no cameramen following, and the recording of the show was almost over, he was emboldened. He subconsciously asked, "Why were you starved to death, did you... have a difficult time before?"

Gu Duan gave him a sideways glance.

He looked away and said, "I was just curious."

"Didn't they say anything to you?" Gu Duan looked at him from above, the corners of his mouth curled into a smile: "I'm an orphan."

Jian Shiwu looked up abruptly.

He knew that Gu Duan was Donald's son, Lui Heng would not lie to him, this news should be true, but strangely enough, at this moment, he looked at Gu Duan and met the man's deep eyes, in those eyes was a firm silence, as if, this statement was true, in Gu Duan's heart, he had always been an orphan, never had that nominal father.

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