Chapter 844

"Pink." After the host read it, he announced the answer: "it seems that both of them answered correctly."

"OK, next question, what is Miss Xiang's favorite luxury brand?"

"Family V, you're right again!"

"Who is Miss Xiang's favorite designer? Miss Xiang can give three answers. As long as the answer written by Mr. Mu is among them, it will be regarded as correct! "

Ten questions in a row, in fact, are simple and a little boring. Mu Beiting gave all the correct answers.

Su was relieved to think the game was over.

But unexpectedly, the host once again said: "next, let's take a look at Miss Xiang and Mr. Mu's heart has a good degree!"

Su Xiangwan looks confused:???

What bad games? Can you still play like this?

But she was already sitting on the stage, and it seemed too late to go down.

"First question, who is mu Beiting's favorite football star?"

Mu Beiting writes in a hurry, but Su Xiangwan is holding a pen with a blank brain.

Football stars?

The only footballers she can name seem to be David and Ronaldo

Who does he like?

Su Xiangwan bit his lip and wrote in a hurry: David.

"Oh, dear It's a pity that Miss Xiang seems to be wrong

Su Xiangwan turned his head and looked at his topic. There was only one big word on the question board: none.

Aware of his dark eyes, Sue shrank his neck in the evening, with an ominous premonition.

"Second, which financial magazine is mu Beiting's favorite

Su Xiangwan stares at the question board and wants to cry without tears.

Is this damn mall intentional?

She can only read entertainment news. How can she understand financial magazines?

I can't even name it.

Seeing the time, Su Xiangwan bravely wrote down: nothing.

"OK, time is up. Let's light the board!"

After the host read it, he regretted: "wrong answer, Mr. Mu's favorite financial magazine is fortune."

Su Xiangwan lowered her head and did not dare to lift her head. She did not dare to see a man again.

She could clearly sense that someone's eyes were burning like a soldering iron to burn her.

It's over It's over

"Miss Xiang wants to come on, although Mu Shao is very precious to you, but you are so wrong all the way, you must not kneel on the washboard when you go home," the host reminded with a smile

Su Xiangwan kept reading in her heart: shut up, crow's mouth.

Why just asked Mu Beiting, she did not think that the game is not boring at all.

"Third question, what is Mr. Mu Beiting's favorite men's wear brand?"

Su Xiangwan couldn't help licking his lips. He knew the brand of men's wear, but what was his favorite brand? which one?

Who can tell her which one is???

Su Xiangwan tried to search for the brands he knew, compared the style of his plain clothes, and finally chose a brand that he thought was most appropriate and reliable.

"Time is up, bright board ~" the voice of the host's mouth, it is like an ultimatum under the.

Su Xiangwan gave a light tone and showed the test board nervously.

The next second, how to boo.

Su Xiangwan's small face suddenly wrinkled into a ball, finished, should not be wrong again.

"Mu Shao wrote about hand-made customization, while Miss Xiang wrote about family a The host shook his head and said, "don't make any family conflicts after you go home. However, if Mu Shao didn't admit it personally, I would really doubt if Miss Xiang's girlfriend had been picked up by the roadside ~"

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