435. Mr. Gu was well-known for his love for his wife. Today, he finally saw the extent of it

Song Beibei had heard that they were going to record a reality show this time.

This was a small island in the Pacific Ocean.

In fact, from above, it didn't look like an island.

Instead, there were hundreds of islands scattered all over the place, as if a green jungle was poking out from the water.

This place was known as the "paradise of the rich. ".

Each island was actually a private territory built with luxurious mansions. It looked like they were close together.

But in fact, each island was separated by dozens of miles.

This was a paradise built with money.

The plane slowly lowered its altitude.

Song Beibei's field of vision turned into an island in the shape of a cherry blossom. Her field of vision grew larger and clearer. It was as if a whole field of green jumped into her sight without warning.

And at this time.

A straight private runway appeared in the middle of the business.

The plane was getting faster and faster, landing quickly.

When it was closest to the surface of the water, Song Beibei even suspected that the plane would suddenly dive into the water.

However, what she was worried about did not happen.

The plane finally landed safely and started to glide.

Very soon, the glide was over. Their team landed safely.

At this time, Song Beibei and Gu Yanqing also came out of the cabin.

Lu Xingyao and Zhao Dantong also came out from another cabin.

Song Beibei went down the gangway first, and Gu Yanqing followed behind her.

The program team staff had already come down.

After Lu Xingyao and Zhao Dantong came down.

The director briefly introduced everyone, "this is the private island of an invisible tycoon in China. This time, he took the initiative to contact our program team, saying that he was willing to provide a recording venue for the program. Our program team's line of sight has been inspected. The environment of this island is very unique and very beautiful. The climate here is also not bad. In this season, the cherry blossoms on the island are actually all open. Recording a program here can also be considered a kind of enjoyment. Everyone, relax a little and treat it as a vacation."

Although the director said it was a vacation.

But it would really be as comfortable as a vacation.

Song Beibei had already noticed that Abin had already turned on the camera and started recording.

Zhao Dantong held onto Lu Xingyao's arm and asked, "where are we staying today? "

After a long flight, it was already evening.

From Afar, one could see a huge sunset slowly descending on the horizon.

At first glance, it looked like a colorful oil painting. It was so beautiful that it was pleasing to the eye.

The director pointed to the front and said, "there's a villa over there. Where are we staying tonight? There won't be any missions tonight. Our Program team has prepared a rich dinner for everyone. Enjoy it and have a good rest tonight. There will be some challenging missions starting tomorrow. "

Zhao Dantong, on the other hand, was a little exaggerated. "There's still a mission. Won't it be very difficult? "

The director smiled and said, "whether it's difficult or not depends on the person. Everyone will know tomorrow. "

Thus, the group of people walked towards the place that was covered by tall trees.

As expected, very soon, a villa came into view.

The villa was very large. It was said to occupy an area of over 800 square meters.

It also had four floors.

There were 56 bedrooms inside alone.

At the back of the villa was a jungle.

There were tall trees on both sides of the villa.

In front of them was the endless dark blue sea.

The waves were coming in waves. The closest one was only a few meters away from the villa.

It looked like a house built on the sea.

To be honest, Song Beibei liked this place very much.

She liked it at first sight.

The scenery here was really beautiful.

Song Beibei suddenly thought of something. "Didn't second uncle say that he had an island in the Pacific Ocean last time? Could it be one of the nearby islands? "

Gu Yanqing replied indifferently, "It's possible. "

Then, everyone entered the villa.

The inside of the villa was also magnificent.

Song Beibei could see that all the furniture was custom-made.

Even the words on the wall were written by famous experts.

Song Beibei saw that the camera was not aimed at her at this moment, so she could not help but poke Gu Yanqing with her arm and whispered, "guess which one of the owners of this villa is rich? "?

Gu Yanqing glanced at Song Beibei and said, "if you really like this place, your husband can buy an island here anytime. "

This sentence was heard by Lu Xingyao who was next to him. He smiled and said, "Mr. Gu is famous for loving his wife. I've finally seen the extent of it today. "

Song Beibei felt a little embarrassed after hearing what Lu Xingyao said.

The dinner was indeed very sumptuous. The long dining table was full of delicacies.

However, there were only four seats on the table.

Only then did Song Beibei realize that even when they were eating, they would be filmed.

Song Beibei felt a little pressured after being watched by several cameras while eating.

On the other hand, Zhao Dantong, who was sitting opposite her, was acting very naturally.

She was joking with Lu Xingyao and even thoughtfully putting food in his bowl.

The show itself was called "I have a date with the president"

In fact, it was an imitation of the once popular one-day couples show in Korea.

Therefore, even though the guests had their own partners in real life,.

They were like people who were in love during the show.

As long as they did not cross the line, the more intimate and ambiguous they were, the more the audience liked them.

However, Lu Xingyao seemed to be more interested in Song Beibei.

He always found a topic to talk about with Song Beibei.

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