What? Playing games can also save your husband

When Mo Chen opened the door, her hair was casually tied behind her head, with a few strands of hair falling down uncontrollably. She wore a beige sweater on the upper body and a pair of cotton wide-leg pants on the lower body. She had something wrapped in her mouth, her cheeks bulging, and she spoke incoherently to the person who knocked on the door.

"Why are you here? What's wrong with you being a dumpling?"

As he spoke, he handed Luo Yunche a pair of slippers.

"I bought these men's slippers at the supermarket last time. You should wear these when you come here next time."

After saying that, Mo Chen swallowed what was in his mouth, watched Luo Junche change his shoes, and waited for him to explain his purpose.

But Luo Junche was in no hurry to speak. He changed his shoes slowly and then stood up and said to Mo Chen,

"It's not Tangyuan, it's me who has something to talk to you about. Let's go in and talk."

Mo Chen held a large bowl of strawberries on the coffee table in his arms, and lazily nestled on the sofa. He first took one and put it in his mouth, and then handed one to Luo Junche who was sitting next to him.

"Now you can tell me what you want from me."

Luo Junche took the strawberry and spoke slowly,

“Have you read Weibo today?”

"I don't use Weibo very often. I don't do much business on Weibo."

Although he didn't know what happened on Weibo, since he mentioned it, Mo Chen obediently picked up the phone beside him.

When Mo Chen saw his online name and "lyric" appearing in the same entry, his heart skipped a beat.

Mo Chen tremblingly clicked on the entry #lyric 莫莫爱吃肉#, and the content inside made her eyes go dark.

Mo Chen closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down for a while, but she opened her eyes the next second and screamed a few times.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

How to calm down!

"I am a pig, right? I don't even change my clothes when I am a host. I was afraid of being recognized yesterday, so I specially brought a mask. In the end, it was all in vain."

He was really about to cry because of his own stupidity. After venting his anger, Mo Chen slumped down on the sofa with a dejected look on his face. Four words were written all over his face: There is no hope in life.

Thinking of the other party sitting next to him, Mo Chen turned his head, only to find that this person was staring at him with a happy face, as if he was watching a show, as if this matter had nothing to do with him. Mo Chen felt a lump in his chest.

"What are you laughing at? What should I do?"

Mo Chen's voice was weak, and although it was clearly a complaint, it sounded like he was acting coquettishly.

Seeing her like this, Luo Junche's smile deepened.

"Since everyone has discovered it, let's just admit it."

"Admit it??! Admit what?!"

Mo Chen's eyes widened, looking at Luo Junche in disbelief. If he remembered correctly, the two of them had no relationship at all. What was this guy trying to admit? ? ! !

Seeing her big reaction, Luo Yunche smiled slyly.

"Where did you think you were?"

Luo Junche leaned back and lazily leaned on the back of the sofa. He put away the smile on his face, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Mo Chen without blinking, exuding aggression.

"Of course there is something wrong with me."

"what?"

Luo Yunche's low voice reached her ears. Could it be that what he meant?

"The netizens are right. I like you."

This... is too straightforward.

Mo Chen's heart was burned by this sudden confession. Even though he had been with him for such a long time, he was still bewitched by his deep affection.

A blush slowly crept up her cheeks. Mo Chen opened her mouth, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

Luo Junche stared at the girl in front of him. Although she did not give him an answer, her flushed face seemed to have exposed her thoughts.

Luo Junche restrained his gaze a little, his eyebrows were gloomy, and his tone was a little disappointed.

"I know we haven't known each other for long, so you might find this a little abrupt, but I really like you. You don't have to give me an answer now, but don't reject me either, okay? I hope you can give me a chance."

Mo Chen looked at his trembling eyes and howled in his heart: "Fuck! This green tea boy!"

Her heart, which had been beating fast because of his confession, calmed down instantly. Fortunately, she was Luo Yunche's wife. If it were someone else, Mo Chen would definitely kick him out. Did he still think he was an 18-year-old little boy? !

There is no way, since Mo Chen came here just for him, she can only pamper her husband herself! ?

Although he had already gotten off the bed, the blush on his face had not yet faded. Mo Chen replied to him in a shy manner with a red face,

"Um... let's talk about our business later..."

Mo Chen tacitly agreed to give him a chance, and then continued to raise his own doubts about the issues on the Internet.

"Since you have already figured out how to deal with the online matter, do you need my cooperation?"

Luo Yunche understood what the girl meant, and his mood became more cheerful, and his voice became brighter.

"I will explain our neighborly relationship. You are here to watch the game as a friend, and I am just pursuing you. You don't need to give any response, just leave it to me."

You are reliable, Mo Chen nodded.

"Okay, I'll leave it to you then."

After saying that, Mo Chen lay back on the sofa and continued to eat the strawberries. After a long while, Mo Chen turned her head and looked at the man who had been staring at her. With his eyes full of expectation, she said:

"Why don't you leave?"

After saying this, Mo Chen felt that the light in Luo Junche's eyes had disappeared. She smiled secretly in her heart, got up and went to the kitchen to move a box of cherries.

"This is what my mother sent over. She sent several boxes, and I can't finish them all. You can take some back for everyone to try."

After saying that, Mo Chen put the box in his hand into his hand. Luo Junche took it subconsciously. Facing the girl's order to leave, he felt helpless. He was a little reluctant, but he had no reason to stay. He held the box for a long time before he spoke slowly.

"How about I help you score tonight?"

Mo Chen rolled his eyes, as if thinking, and when the man's eyes became more and more anxious, he replied to him,

"Okay, then eight o'clock in the evening?"

Seeing that she agreed, Luo Junche finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Okay, I'll call you on WeChat at 8 o'clock."