In the evening, the assistants brought in utensils for rest.

Everyone slept in their own cabin, but tossing and turning, couldn't sleep.

At this time the camera had stopped working, but they really couldn't sleep.

And the people waiting for their answers can't sleep anymore.

Almost everyone stopped their work and watched everything here silently.

Although there is no time limit for this game, but after more than three days, it will be forcibly decided to abstain.

Judging from the performance of the current four people, the possibility of abstention is very high...

But the next morning, as soon as the camera went in, I saw Yin Sichen was seriously building a very beautiful castle.

Yin Sichen's hands are very clever, and with sufficient materials, he can make up for what he lacks.

Therefore, he quickly built a very beautiful seaside castle.

He also put up a sign on the door of the castle that said the harbor for his beloved wife.

The people who were watching the live broadcast were stunned. Yin Sichen was planning to participate in this competition. Mo Zixin, who won, promised to quit?

Sure enough, in Yin Sichen's heart, Gu Xixi was the most important.

In the camera, Gu Xixi was still sitting in the room in a daze, with a struggling and tangled expression on his face clearly visible.

Jiro Hirayama, who was watching the live broadcast, pushed the breakfast to Mu Ruona, and said nonchalantly: "Yin Sichen really can't help it."

Mu Ruona shook her head while holding the bowl, and said, "Although he made this castle, he may not necessarily want to win."

"How do you say?" Jiro Hirayama asked curiously.

"It's very simple! He knows that the camera follows all directions. Even if the castle cannot be kept in the end, he will leave a memory." Mu Ruona said confidently, "In Yin Sichen's heart, Xixi is the number one. Bit. He won't do things that make you embarrassed! It can be said that he is the worst villain, but he is the best husband."

Jiro Hirayama gave Mu Ruona a meaningful look: "Do you know it well?"

Mu Ruona nodded affirmatively: "Of course, because of his despair and struggle, I have seen them a long time ago. These are nothing. Frankly speaking, after returning from Fiji, many things have become a foregone conclusion. There is no big difference between expressing one’s position and already expressing one’s position. Calling them away, I’m afraid it’s not just to test Yin Sichen, but there are other arrangements. Besides, this game is not aimed at them, but Zi Xuan and Jingrong."

Mu Ruona took a sip of the soup contentedly, and continued: "The people who are the most difficult to decide this time are actually not Yin Sichen and Gu Xixi, but Jing Rong and Zi Xuan. Three years ago, Xixi suffered a severe injury and almost died. On the operating table, he was lucky enough to save his life but lost his memory. After being taken away by the Yun family, Yin Sichen seemed to have become a puppet, leaving Xixi, taking his soul with him. If it weren't for Mo Zixin Tell him that if you want to make a bet with him, I'm afraid... he has long been unable to hold it, and I don't know what it will become. Therefore, this test is not a test for him at all."

Jiro Hirayama suddenly got jealous.

Why does Mu Ruona know other men so much, just don't understand him!

Hirayama Jiro turned around and said nothing.

Mu Ruona was talking, she suddenly saw Jiro Hirayama's gloomy face.

Mu Ruona blinked, her face was innocent, she didn't seem to say anything, did she?

Seeing that Mu Ruona had made no mistakes, Jiro Hirayama couldn't help but looked at her sadly: "You don't know me..."

Mu Ruona looked helpless: "Hey, how can I get to know you? How simple is your past! Except the laboratory is the laboratory! You are me even your first love, and your first woman is also me, you The first woman I like is still me! What else do I need to know?"

"But you know other men so well." Jiro Hirayama still felt very upset.

Mu Ruona chuckled, "You are jealous again."

"No, I just don't think it's fair." Jiro Hirayama was still stubborn.

"Then I will tell you the reason why Xixi can't compete." Mu Ruona is such a thief, a woman who spends her days in the mall, it's not too scary.

Soon, Mu Ruona diverted Hirayama Jiro's attention and talked about Gu Xixi.

While talking, the phone rang, and Mu Ruona answered the phone: "Hey..."

"Rona, can we have a good talk?" Shang Ke's voice floated from the microphone.

Before he had time to say what he said below, the voice of being hung up came from the receiver.

Shang Ke smiled bitterly.

Unexpectedly, he would have such a day.

Shang Ke edited a message and sent it over: "Don't rush to delete the message. I'm here to tell you. I'm going to Melbourne for a while. I know you are hiding from me, and I also know that you are bothering you now. , I just want to see you before I leave. I leave this time, and may not be back for a long time. Ruona, for the sake of our familiarity, I just want to see you before I leave, that’s all That's it."

After reading this message with her mobile phone, Mu Ruona suddenly lost her appetite for breakfast.

Mu Ruona's phone was placed on the table, and Jiro Hirayama saw it even if he didn't want to look at it.

Jiro Hirayama's face turned ugly again when he saw Shanke Yomurona.

Mu Ruona scratched the top of her head with a headache, and said, "You come with me. He might really give up this time."

"Don't go." Jiro Hirayama's face sank.

He is getting more and more grounded now.

Finally, I won't be able to understand the other party and give the other party medicine.

He finally understands that if he likes someone, he will unconditionally give up his bottom line for the other person.

This is how he is at this time.

Because he likes Murona and cares about Murona, he gives way to his bottom line time and time again.

But there is a bottom line that cannot be crossed, and that is Mu Ruona's departure.

"Pingshan..." Mu Ruona sighed: "I have been hiding from him for a long time, and it is indeed time to send him off this time!"

Seeing that Jiro Hirayama was still angry, Mu Ruona couldn't help but said, "Okay, well, I'm afraid of you. After I send him away, I will take you home. Can my parents recognize you? , It depends on your ability."

Jiro Hirayama was still furious, but when he heard Mu Ruona's words, his eyes lit up: "Are you sure?"

Mu Ruona nodded casually.

What Mu Ruona didn't know was that she nodded her head and something serious happened!

Jiro Hirayama’s visit this time was nothing but the Mu family's life!

As soon as three days came, everyone was forcibly taken out of the hut and gathered in a clearing.

The expressions of the four people seemed to be a bit solemn.

Several cameras were pointed at them, ready to show everyone's work.

It was the individual room that opened, and different people brought out everything in it.

To everyone's surprise, all four of them made a very beautiful house.

Some are on the high mountains, some are on the seashore, some are in the mountains, and some are on the islands.

The camera scans one by one in front of the four works, so that people watching the live broadcast have a more intuitive feeling.

After scanning the works, Gu Xixi was the first to speak: "I want to talk about it in advance. Although I have built this house, this house is not for my favorite person, but for Zi Xuan!"

Mo Zixuan was taken aback.

"Zixuan often travels to the north and south, although there are Mo family houses everywhere, but those are only Mo family, not hers. Maybe there are many houses under her name, but those houses are empty. A trace of popularity. So, I made this little house and gave it to her. There is me and Ruona in the house. As long as you see this model, you can think of the happy days of the three of us together." Gu Xixi finished With these words, she turned her head and looked at Mo Zixuan tenderly: "I abstained. Zixuan, Ruona already has her own happiness, and I hope that the next person to be happy is you! Our three sisters will always be together. Never separate. Whether you are a Miss Mo family in the future, or marry a man and become a wife, I just want to say a word, don't forget us."

Mo Zixuan's eyes were red.

Yin Sichen smiled slightly and said: "I also abstained. I gave this house to Jing Rong. No way, I promised him, as long as he returns to China, I will give him a home. Later I understood, this is what I said. What I said is too big. I can only give you a house, but not a home for you. However, I will build a castle myself, and that castle will be my and Xixi’s home for the rest of my life, when you come. , Live in, we will give you a home."

Jing Rong's eyes were moved.

"It's really annoying! Such sensational words are really embarrassing." Jing Rong suddenly smiled slightly: "Then, I also abstained. I don't want to force her. Feelings are the least forceful. Perhaps it is true. It’s because I’m not good enough. Of course, I also admit that in those years I was really a jerk... This house is a house that I actually exist. I want to give Xuan Xuan as the last parting gift. I gave up. I am willing to fulfill it. Xuan Xuan’s choice, no matter who she chooses in this life, I will bless her! Thank you, thank you two for helping me so hard! I didn’t understand what love is until today."

The people present were taken aback at the same time.

Four people, three abstaining.

Mo Zixuan won without a fight.

Then she can get this mysterious gift package and successfully refuse to drop Jingrong.

This is what Mo Zixuan has always wanted to do.

That is to escape from this ridiculous marriage contract.

But when it was time to be free, Mo Zixuan didn't mean to be happy or happy at all.

She felt a sense of loss in her heart inexplicably.

She has also thought a lot these days.

Every moment of getting along with Jing Rong, every bit of detail.

At this time, Mo Zixuan remembered that when she met Jing Rong when she was a child, Jing Rong, who looked beautiful like a girl, seemed to be letting herself go all the time.

No matter what misfortune he has caused, Jing Rong will be the last one to bear the pot.

Since when did you hate him?

When he was about sixteen years old, when he first appeared as a **** in newspapers and magazines, Mo Zixuan always felt that something that originally belonged to him had been taken away.