Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

With resentment in his heart, Zhao Qichen dragged Lin Qiuran through the entire first half of the night without feeling satisfied.

Looking at Lin Qiuran in his arms, who was pulling his eyelids, Zhao Qichen whispered:

"Aren't you taking a shower?"

Lin Qiuran's whole body was exhausted, and listening to Zhao Qichen's still energetic voice above her head, she finally realized that her physical fitness was still somewhat lacking.

Feeling sticky all over her body, Lin Qiuran had to take a shower before going to bed even though she was holding on.

Feeling her slightly trembling legs, Lin Qiuran's red and swollen lips cursed softly:

"You bastard..."

Zhao Qichen originally wanted to step into the bathroom with Lin Qiuran, but Lin Qiuran stepped in with his front foot, and then closed the door with a "bang" with his back foot, not giving himself a chance at all.

Zhao Qichen touched his nose embarrassingly.

Judging by the way the door was closed, it seemed that she was not exhausted.

Naturally, Lin Qiuran would not give Zhao Qichen a chance to make further progress, she just wanted to take a peaceful bath and then sleep in the dark.

……

But Lin Qiuran has formed the habit of getting up early for many years, and she still became conscious in a daze early the next morning.

The broad chest beside her was no longer there, Lin Qiuran stood up slightly, and saw the note on the bedside:

"Ran Ran, you were very cute last night."

Lin Qiuran almost spit out old blood from embarrassment.

Zhao Qichen wrote such ambiguous words in a slightly childish font, which is really a shame of contrast.

So much so that when Lin Qiuran went out to meet the eyes of the public, in order not to be seen her inner drama, she deliberately put on an expression of being unable to pay off her debts.

"Sister Ran Ran, isn't it hot for you to wear a high collar this day?"

Fatty was drinking milk from a glass while speaking with a simple tone.

Lin Qiuran wanted to cry but had no tears.

She didn't want to wear it either, but when she got up this morning and looked in the vanity mirror in her room, she saw strawberry marks all over her neck.

If the team members saw this, the ceiling of the base would probably be blown apart.

"not hot."

It's still that debt-collecting face.

Only Zhao Qichen was silently laughing behind his back.

He even made a victory gesture to Lin Qiuran where the team members could not see.

Lin Qiuran was so angry that she wanted to hit someone.

……

After shooting the makeup photos and promotional posters, God of War Live sent Lin Qiuran a copy of the post-processing posters very efficiently.

It has to be said that the players under the intensive screen should be imposing and vigorous, and even their appearance seems to be able to beat the fat house of e-sports.

Among the nine posters sent, there was one that included Lin Qiuran.

Although there is only the upper body of the portrait in the picture, the appearance of this upper body with a face is enough to make people's hearts move.

But in Lin Qiuran's eyes, shame was far greater than satisfaction.

So when feeding back these posters to the team members, Lin Qiuran deliberately hid his own.

I also struggled to ask God of War Fang if he could delete the poster with him, and the response from the other side was:

As a team manager, you have to leave the country, and keeping only one is already a pain in the ass.

So even if I delete this poster with my own, the team members don't know it for the time being, and it will still be unavoidable to be seen after the God of War officially announces it in a few days.

It's a day to be able to hide for a day, that's what Lin Qiuran thought.

"Fatty, I am so photogenic."

Xiaopang himself was a little surprised when he saw the final sample of the poster.

"The effect of PS is so powerful."

Mahou mercilessly exposes Xiaopang's endless self-fantasy.

Xiaopang snorted, did not speak, but continued to admire quietly.

"Why without you?"

Zhao Qichen swiped the screen left and right, and after reading everything, he couldn't find Lin Qiuran.

"If the boss didn't tell me, I wouldn't have noticed... Sister Ran Ran, didn't you change your clothes and put on makeup that day and also entered the recording studio?"

Lin Qiuran smiled stiffly at the corner of her mouth, and continued to smooth things over for herself:

"It was you who signed the contract and not me. I went in just to let you relax."

"Does it take a lot of effort to change your clothes and make up for relaxation?"

Mahou's tone was still full of suspicion.

Lin Qiuran wore a white dress that day, which was too eye-catching.

It's no wonder that the captain, who has always been indifferent to women, bowed down for the beautiful manager of his team.

It's a pity that such a picture is not included in the poster.

Lin Qiuran could only maintain a stiff smile and responded one by one.

So on the day of the official announcement, Lin Qiuran still received a lot of ridicule.

"Our beautiful manager hid her poster from us before..."

——From SOD Xiaopang reposting a post from the God of War live official blog.

"It's beautiful, okay, I don't know why you want to hide it."

——A news from SOD Horse Monkey Shochu forwarding the official blog of God of War live.

"Except for Manager Ran Ran and the boss, the rest are all high-P..."

——A post from SOD Lao Lang reposting God of War live.

"Repost."

——A post from SDOsunshine reposting God of War live.

Lin Qiuran: "..."

Listening to the dynamic notification sound of Qi Shushu, Lin Qiuran sat on the bed, feeling a trace of indescribable shame.

According to the instructions of God of War, she also needs to forward it.

The fingers hesitated and paused on the keyboard for a long time, and finally...

"Awkward……"

——A post from SOD Lin Qiuran reposting God of War live.

These two words can be said to be the truest portrayal of my heart.

At the same time, the moment it was forwarded, the comments below began to grow wildly.

Speech is nothing more than two-sided.

On the one hand, Lin Qiuran's face was exaggerated, and on the other hand, black fans abused him for no reason.

Lin Qiuran didn't take those remarks about black for black's sake at all.

They're all just a group of keyboard warriors with dark psychology who can't find an outlet in real life.

On the contrary, the fans of SOD, they finally understand that posting on Weibo by the SOD group is a collective activity.

Either they collectively forget their Weibo account passwords, or they update continuously in just a short period of time.

In addition to being excited to see his favorite player on the screen, what made some fans even more excited was that the number of followers on Zhao Qichen's Weibo has changed from "one" to "two".

One is Lin Qiuran, and the other is the official blog of God of War Live.

In the words of fans, "two" has already appeared, can it be far from "three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine..."?
The truth is not far.

Because Lin Qiuran and Xiaohong made an agreement before, the Weibo about "SOD e-sports official Weibo" and "SOD official fan support club" has been successfully applied.

So on the same day, the number of followers on Zhao Qichen's Weibo changed from "one" to "four".

It is not easy.

Fans call it the New Year today.