Chapter 112: Only good to you

"Uncle, you are not a honey seller. You are a human trafficker, who specializes in abducting young girls!" Ling Sheng hugged his arms in fear.
Jun Shiyan chuckled lowly: "I am a trafficker, so follow me?"
Ling Sheng is very serious: "Because I think you are a good person."
Jun Shiyan's voice was very low and low, as if muttering to herself: "Well, only people who are good to you."
However, Ling Sheng heard his words clearly, his heartbeat speeded up suddenly, his face quickly dyed suspicious blush.
Ling Sheng ran away with Jun Shiyan.
The rest of the hapless guys finally moved and did not wait. It is probably easier to walk over than waiting for a car.
Cheng Ye groaned, even more annoying than Tang Seng. He kept talking about his donkey, asking the show team about his donkey, and insisted that the show team pay him back.
After walking for half an hour.
A car, a van, came across the road.
Several people were ecstatic, and when they got closer, they saw the car of the crew and sighed loudly in disappointment. How could they be so unlucky!
The props crew got out of the car and directly led a donkey down.
Mourning was also annoyed by Cheng Ye, so he asked the props team to go to the fellow's house to see if he would buy or rent a donkey for him, and block his mouth.
When Cheng Ye saw the donkey, his excited eyes rushed up with green light: "Little Heihei, my little Heihei, you finally came back, and I knew you were kidnapped by them."
but.
This is not right!
This is obviously a donkey!
It seemed that he had just been weaned before reaching his chest.
"Where is my little black black? This is not my little black black!" Cheng is also a clever one, and he immediately reacted and was given a routine by the show crew.
Give him such a small donkey, not as big as him, riding him feels like a crime, bullying the donkey!
"Shangxian, I'm really sorry, when we arrive, only it will be left." The director of the props group is also a dramatist, tearfully touching the little donkey's head: "Damn, your little black black. I told you before I died, I entrust it to you. I hope you can raise it into a donkey just like your own son."
While talking, everyone in the props team bowed their heads and wiped their tears.
Cheng Ye looked at the little donkey, crying without tears.
Sure enough, is still hot.
He said how easy it is to give him a donkey!
Cheng Ye's donkey came back, Xiao Heihei's son, he named Xiao Huihui, and he took the little donkey and walked forward with everyone.
The older brothers and sisters laughed unkindly watching their younger brother holding the donkey with a look of lovelessness.
The show crew is too thief, really got a donkey and gave my brother a routine.
This donkey is thin and small, let alone riding it, it's almost the same as riding you.
The guests walked ahead.
Both Mourning and Lin Ci drove behind and stubbornly followed, always saying that they were not far away.
When the sun went down, Mourning comforted them, saying that they had already gone more than half of the time, and asked them to continue to cheer and keep on doing it.
At this time, an agricultural electric tricycle came behind, driving a gray-haired grandfather.
Several people stopped the car and got into the car excitedly.
"Child, you can come up, your little donkey can't get up, the car is small, and it won't carry it." The grandfather looked at him: "You give them the donkey, and you come up by yourself."
Cheng Ye cried with a face: "Guo Mo, your little donkey."
Mourning corrected it seriously: "No, it's your little donkey!"
The sun is setting.
Heartbroken Cheng Ye, holding his little donkey, walked forward step by step, miserable and desolate.