Perhaps knowing that it was immoral to break up someone's marriage, the little girl left the room directly.
The people he summoned one after another were not as sharp as the little girl, and Zhou Cheng was in a lack of interest. Who would want to play with an old man who doesn't like to talk.
I copied the little girl’s game ID and added her using my own account without waiting for her consent.
The screen recording of the first game was sent to the post-production team. He had a feeling that it would be popular. He looked up and saw Jiang Yao holding the phone with a sad expression one second before, and a smile on his face the next second. He couldn't help but joke: "Yo!
Young Master Jiang’s iron tree has blossomed?”
Jiang Yao scolded with a smile, picked up the coat on the sofa, threw it over his shoulders, waved his hand, and signaled to leave.
It was a cool night after the rain, and there were only twos and threes of pedestrians.
In the unfamiliar and empty streets, I logged into the previous game-specific QQ, but there was still no news. The feeling of abandonment and loneliness quietly filled my heart again, and I lowered my eyes to hide my emotions.
The phone buzzed and vibrated. It was a video call.
This is from Shen Qinghe.
Strange emotions began to rise, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose.
Squatting on the steps by the roadside, I pressed the answer button.
"Jiang Yao, will you come to report?" The girl's face was full of worry.
Jiang Yao put his elbows on his knees and held his chin in his hands, looking at her on the phone casually, with a frivolous tone: "You want me to come so much? Do you have a crush on me?"
???
Shen Qinghe didn't know where he got the misunderstanding. He took a deep breath and gritted his teeth: "Ah, yes, yes!"
He raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Tell me more specifically?"
"I want you to be young, I want you not to take a shower, I want you to have money, I want you to live a long life, and I want to care for you until you die."
Jiangyao:......
Shen Qinghe hung up the phone angrily and threw the phone on the bed.
I saw the little bear in the corner and punched him hard several times.
I probably called him before going to bed, but I actually dreamed of a fragment that was forgotten in the depths:
It is also in early autumn, when the senior year of high school has just begun and there is a preliminary exam.
Shen Qinghe, who was having a lot of fun during the summer vacation, didn't feel like a senior in high school at all.
Naturally, the test scores dropped sharply. The class teacher was afraid that good students would fall behind in this critical year, so he said a lot of harsh words in desperation.
Shen Qinghe knew he was too embarrassed to cry in front of his class teacher, so he lowered his head to hold back his tears and slowly moved back to the classroom.
When passing the basketball court, Jiang Yao saw her dejected, threw the basketball in her hand to others, ran to her, put his arm around her neck, pressed down, and rubbed her hair: "Who bullied our eldest lady?
"
Shen Qinghe struggled for a while, but did not forget his poor words and joked: "I have body odor."
Jiang Yao:......
It's really three days without a roof tile.
He raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to continue.
Seeing him looking like he was going to kill himself, Shen Qinghe, who felt wronged, sniffed and pretended to be relaxed: "I just didn't do well in the exam."
Realizing that she was avoiding important matters, Jiang Yao glanced at her lightly.
The invisible sense of oppression made her lower her head and mutter in a low voice: "You don't understand even if I tell you, you, a freshman in high school, don't understand the pressure of senior year in high school."
She didn't know whether it was because of the teacher's words, the confused future, or the upcoming parting, or maybe it was the boy's concern, but in short, she just wanted to cry.
The tears came fiercely, like pearls with broken strings, falling down desperately.
Maybe Jiang Yao was tired of crying, so he casually picked up the school uniform jacket hanging on the basketball stand and covered her head, out of sight and out of mind.
The surrounding students came looking for the sound of crying. Jiang Yao blocked the eyes of those who were exploring and curious, fearing that she would suffer from heatstroke. He took her wrist to the shade of the stand, picked up the books on the ground and used them as fans, fanned her, and waited patiently for her.
Cry enough.
After crying for a long time, Shen Qinghe could only sob quietly. He slowly pulled off his school uniform and tugged on the clothes of the person next to him.
After noticing her movements, he stood in front of her and lowered his eyes, the emotions in his eyes were dark and unclear.
His eyes were secretly red from crying, and he looked like I felt pity for him. He curled his lips and said in a muffled voice: "You don't even comfort me."
Jiang Yao:......
I spent so long with you for nothing.
Little white-eyed wolf.
"comfort?"
"When boys in novels see girls crying, they will say, 'Stop crying, I cry so much that I want to give you my life.'"
Jiang Yao really wanted to pry open her head and see what was inside that little head.
It happened that she looked like she would burst into tears if she said another word, which touched the soft chord in his heart.
He bent down and gently wiped away her tears, held her face and shook it, and followed her wishes in a subtle way: "Miss, stop crying. I will give you my life, okay?"
The cicadas screamed tirelessly, and the breeze fluttered the corners of the boy's clothes.
Shen Zhiqiu stared at the face close at hand with red eyes. What he saw was the slightly pursed lips. Looking up, he saw the high bridge of the nose with a hump. Looking up, he saw a pair of fox eyes that were as gentle as dripping water. Looking up, he looked up. superior… …
With a puff, he laughed out loud and said, "Jiang Yao, you look like a traitor with your middle score!"
Is this person allergic to romance?!
Jiang Yao wiped her nose with his hand with a look of disgust, then wiped it on the short sleeves of her school uniform with his backhand.
…
"Baby! You're on fire!"
Wen Jingjing screamed, which frightened Shen Qinghe so much that he sat up and wiped his saliva: "What's on fire?"
"You! Popular!" Wen Jingjing raised her phone and put the interface of more than 500,000 messages from a certain voice in front of her eyes.
Shen Qinghe threw a pillow from the upper bunk and hit her on the head: "Shut up!"
Disturbing people's dreams! I haven't cut that annoying guy yet!
Change to a comfortable position, nestle under the quilt, and prepare to fall asleep again.
Wen Jingjing restrained her voice and happily clicked on the messages. She read them one by one, and the smile on her lips gradually became stiff.
Clicking on a person's video, Shen Qinghe's voice was heard turning on the voice changer:
"Qing troops, boss! Are you on a military parade?"
"You are so powerful, you took everyone on the other side flying!"
…
Wen Jingjing opened the comment with trembling hands.
Can Bao loves Wang Zai: just wait for her to publish a book.
Duo Duo wants Ye Wang: I want to get this woman's information immediately.
There is also a pity: a small website has a complete video of her making fun of people for more than ten minutes.
Wen Jingjing glanced at the blogger's ID: bearing.
His eyes darkened, and he barely stood still while holding on to the table, staring at the unsuspecting Shen Qinghe with hatred: "Sister, do you know who you provoked?"
Hearing this, Shen Qinghe stood up holding on to the bed rail, tilted his head, and looked at her innocently.
"Hehe! He is in the limelight, has many fans, and has a special cp. Just play games with him in private. It's easy to scold you for suddenly showing up on his video!"
This is not just a random guess, female anchors have been targeted before, and not to mention Shen Qinghe’s small fan base, his fans are experienced in many battles and cannot resist him at all.
Apart from the game and KPL, Shen Qinghe didn't care about anything and didn't realize how serious what she said was.
Instead, a pair of peach blossom eyes flickered, as if asking what happened?
"Taoji, your nemesis, a while ago, he was trying to get a cp promotion with Xiezhi. He was chased and scolded by his female fans, and he didn't dare to start a live broadcast for several days! Her fans' bonding is high enough! She can't even scold her!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shen Qinghe seemed to realize the seriousness of the matter, and slowly retreated into the warm bed, muttering in a low voice: "Sleep when you encounter a problem! Although it is shameful to escape, it is useful!"
And no one can stop her from taking revenge on her nose in her dream!