The Sweet Life of Superstar and His Goddess Wife - Chapter 3 - 00: Wife’s Hobby is Meditation

Wen Er girl is unparalleled in beauty, but when people mention it, she has to sigh because she was born dumb. Unexpectedly, one day, the second girl Wen, who fell from the wall and hit Prince Jing’s body, suddenly spoke.

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#Let you survive in the wilderness, do you live broadcast and raise cats? #

#Thought you came to make up the numbers, you show off the whole network? #

Song Qingyou traveled through dozens of times to survive, and finally returned to the original world. She originally wanted to lay down the salted fish, but was forced to participate in the wilderness survival due to the current situation.

But after “picking up” the cat, her painting style is completely different from others:

What other people bring at the beginning: straight knife, lighter…

Song Qingyou: A cat.

When others exhausted themselves to climb the tree to pick the fruit,

Song Qingyou: Grill fish for the cat.

While others toiled to rebuild the shelter,

Song Qingyou: Make a nest for the cat.

…

Everyone was waiting to see Song Qingyou being taught by nature to be a human being, but it turned out that she turned Survival in the Wilderness into a vacation mode and became popular all over the Internet.

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Song Qingyou thought her cat was just a little smarter, until one day the cat turned into a living person…

Later, Song Qingyou was photographed going in and out with President Jiang.

Song Qingyou opened a live broadcast to clarify: “It was just an accident, not a relationship.”

Before he could finish his sentence, Jiang Zhihan, who once again regained his human form, walked past the camera, causing hot searches.

Song Qingyou stood up and explained: “Ordinary friends, no cohabitation.”

Just after finishing speaking, Jiang Zhihan appeared again in a bathrobe: “The shower gel at home is gone, remember to buy the kind from last time.”

Song Qingyou responded subconsciously: “Okay”

Fans & passers-by who are watching the live broadcast: …

#You really didn’t fall in love, you guys just got married, right? ! #

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