Looking at what he took out, Uncle Zuo's mouth twitched slightly: "Mr. Song is quite professional."
Song Yu dressed quickly and turned her body quietly, revealing more of the left side of her face.
"It should be done, Mr. Hao cannot be influenced by me."
Uncle Zuo nodded reservedly: "You are right."
The smile on Song Yu's face widened again: "But it's still too troublesome to put on, and it's not breathable. If Miss Ling doesn't wear it, it won't have much impact as long as she disinfects it well."
Uncle Zuo raised his eyebrows: "Mr. Song."
Song Yu smiled.
He doesn't understand Uncle Zuo.
But according to the information given by his subordinates, this old man was particularly loyal to the Hao family. He had taken care of Hao Bufan day and night during the days when he fainted.
Uncle Zuo said calmly: "My husband is a vegetable, not a virus."
Song Yu: "Ah?"
Uncle Zuo: "Also, excessive disinfection will destroy the balance of the human body. If Mr. Song really wants to keep healthy, he should read more books."
Song Yu:
For a moment, Song Yu's face was like a revolving lantern, constantly changing colors.
In the live broadcast room, I don't know if it was due to the lack of energy on Bai Linlang's part, but the audience was not like before, and they were mindlessly hating the Hao family and Ling Bingbing.
This made Mr. Song, who had stolen the chicken but failed to lose the rice, even more depressed.
After being silent for half a minute, it wasn't until Uncle Zuo opened the door on the second floor that he finished recharging himself and asked proactively: "Well...why is it so dark? Will turning on the lights affect Mr. Hao's rest?"
[I’m afraid it’s not the corpse that’s too scary!]
Without waiting for Uncle Zuo to answer, he said in a hey voice: "I don't understand, I'm just asking. After all, no one has seen Mr. Hao for so long."
Uncle Zuo didn't say anything. He took out his mobile phone and clicked a few times. The curtains slowly slid, and the sunlight outside the window lit up the room inch by inch, like a fairy slowly lifting her veil.
I don't know if it was affected by the light, but the cameraman's movements also became softer, and the camera cut very slowly, as if he was afraid of waking up the people sleeping peacefully in the room.
Following the camera, everyone saw the huge coffin in the center of the room.
Thousand-year-old agarwood is retro and thick, not spooky, but more mysterious.
The coffin lid is half open, and you can see inside if you get closer.
But Song Yu was not in a hurry to get closer, but carefully studied the complicated patterns on it.
I studied it for a long time...I can't understand it.
but...
Hao Youqian was scattered when he looked for him in the middle of the night, so...
He turned to look at Uncle Zuo, but he said to the audience in the camera: "Um...didn't you say that Mr. Hao is fine? Why does he always have to be placed in a coffin?
"Because it's hard to find such a big thousand-year-old agarwood." Uncle Zuo explained patiently. As he spoke, he pressed his hand on it a few times, and the lid of the coffin slowly opened, and a biting chill swept over him instantly.
Coming, Song Yu shivered from the cold.
Song Yu:!
Song Yu is even more excited!
Under what circumstances does a person need to use ice while sleeping?
He must be dead!!
Feeling that he was getting closer and closer to the truth, Song Yu's excited face showed an abnormal flush.
His voice was trembling: "Then...is this really convenient for live broadcast? If it's not convenient..."
Uncle Zuo seemed to be infected by his emotions. He was stunned for a few seconds before he walked to the coffin and took another deep look, showing an expression of relief.
"Of course." he said.
"The camera teacher can also come in, just don't use flash."
Song Yu sneered inwardly: Hehe, he is not a thousand-year-old antique, so he is still afraid of the flashlight? Who wants to be a pile of bones and scum...
"grass!"
"hiss!"
In an instant, the room was filled with exclamations one after another.
Song Yu looked at the intact Mr. Hao in the coffin and was so shocked that he even cursed.
"No! This is impossible! How could he..."
Uncle Zuo raised his eyebrows and his kind eyes became dark: "What do you mean by Mr. Song's words?"
"What's impossible? Are you trying to say that it's impossible for the head of my family to still be alive? Does his car accident have anything to do with you?"
As soon as Uncle Zuo finished speaking, several shadows rushed in from outside the door and window, surrounding Song Yu with an irresistible chilling aura.
Song Yu's head suddenly became as big as a bucket, and he kept defending: "How could it be possible? I didn't mean it that way."
Uncle Zuo had no expression on his face.
The nervous sweat on Song Yu's forehead gathered into a river and slowly flowed downward.
Song Yu: "I...I mean, I haven't seen him for a few years, but I didn't expect that the master of the house is more handsome than before. He is really a god."
Song Yu searched his guts and tried his best to praise Hao Youqian's appearance. As he listened, Uncle Zuo's face improved a little.
But soon it became serious again.
Song Yu:???
In Song Yu's heart, tens of thousands of grass and mud horses began to run wildly, and he couldn't even praise him?
Uncle Zuo held his chin with one hand and scanned him from top to bottom with his deep eyes, making Song Yu feel like he was a piece of pork, the kind that couldn't be sold at a discount at the evening market.
Song Yu: "Mr. Zuo... Zuo?"
Uncle Zuo nodded slightly: "Mr. Song, you can do it, no need to praise."
Song Yu smiled, his eyes full of embarrassment: "This is not a boast, these are my words from the bottom of my heart, and Mr. Hao can afford it. If you don't believe me, just look at the barrage, the people's eyes are sharp."
He said and took out his mobile phone.
The barrage refresh speed in the live broadcast room is extremely fast.
【Oh my god!!】
【Ah ah ah ah ah!】
【Honey, hubby, please open your eyes and look at me!】
[Attention merchants of a certain treasure, business opportunities are coming soon, hurry up and make peripheral products for my husband!]
[Brother the cameraman advises you to understand the situation, zoom in closer, and don’t force me to kneel down for you.]
[Woo woo woo, kiss my wife...]
Song Yu stepped forward gratefully. Just as he was about to speak, he saw something else pop up on the barrage.
【ugly devil, get away】
【Ah ah ah, I'm blind】
[Fuck, where did this bad old man come from?]
Song Yu:#$^&%!$#
Uncle Zuo has been working in the Hao family, and he faces beautiful and handsome men every day. He knows that his boss is quite handsome, but he has no specific idea.
Seeing everyone saying this, he suddenly realized that Hao Youqian was really attractive.
It seems like Song Yu is a little obsessed?
Uncle Zuo gently pressed the button on the coffin and lowered the half-pull lid of the coffin, blocking half of Hao Youqian's face.
"Mr. Song, I know our husband is very handsome, but he already has a master."
"Also, blue children who like blue children are not protected by law in the flower garden. Besides, you are married, so please don't do immoral things."
Song Yu:......
He likes the size!!!
Who can be more frightening than the evil head of your house at midnight!!
He was so angry that he was fuming, but the live broadcast wasn't over yet and he couldn't turn around and leave.
Uncle Zuo, on the other hand, waited for a long time and didn't wait for him to jump. He couldn't help but feel bored. He gestured to the secret guard to step back, and he was ready to leave.
Seeing this, Song Yu hurriedly followed: "Mr. Zuo, my mission..."
Uncle Zuo gave him a strange look: "Go on, I didn't ask you to leave."
He turned around and looked at the camera again: "You can continue filming, just don't touch the coffin."
Song Yu looked cautious: "Is there any mechanism?" So those patterns are all charms, right?
Uncle Zuo smiled: "There are no agencies. It's just that my husband doesn't like ugly things and has a serious mysophobia. Mr. Song, you can understand that, right?"