Crazy host sweet temptation, cold licking the main god and acting coquettish

The smell inside the driver's car is very special, a light scent of gardenia mixed with sandalwood, like the smell of cold air on a clear winter day.

No one was talking in the car, and the sound of the air conditioner became soothing.

Nan Jiu sat in the passenger seat with his head leaning against the car window. The colorful lights outside the window flashed by and his consciousness gradually became dizzy.

When I opened my eyes again, the pleasant smell at the tip of my nose was even stronger.

Si Mo was very close to him, with half of his body leaning towards him, and his peripheral vision was looking at him sideways as if he was observing him.

Nan Jiu opened his lips slightly, feeling that the air was still at this moment, he didn't dare to move at all.

Click —

Hearing a sound in front of him, he subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound and found that the buckle of his seat belt had popped open.

Then the beautiful hands were retracted, Si Mo glanced at the stunned Nan Jiu with amusement, and explained, "We're here."

"Did you sleep well? You look very tired."

Nan Jiu paused for a while before nodding with a little embarrassment. He pursed his lips and looked away: "Yes, a little. I didn't sleep well last night."

In fact, he didn't sleep all night.

After coming into this world, he spent all his money on buying musical instruments. Even his housing was paid with the money he earned from working that day, leaving him with nothing left.

But this is far from enough, he needs to work harder.

Singing in a bar is a night job, and singing in a cafe is a day job.

The sound insulation quality of the house which cost fifty dollars a night was not very good, and he did not get enough sleep every day.

And last night, the system informed him in advance that he would meet a character to be conquered the next day. He remained in an excited state for a long time and worked almost non-stop for twenty-three hours.

So now, he can't stand the car shaking.

But just now Si Mo suddenly came, and he was indeed 80% awake.

What surprised Nan Jiu was that he thought Si Mo would live in some particularly high-end villa area. After all, he had never lived the life of a wealthy person. In his fantasy, if he had enough money to buy a house, his first choice would definitely be this kind of huge house that stretched as far as the eye could see.

But the place in front of him shocked him a little.

Si Mo's home is very low-key. It is a flat of two to three hundred square meters in a middle- to high-end residential area. Most of the houses around it are loft single apartments.

The house is big enough for one person to live in and doesn't seem too empty, but it is exquisite and warm.

As the warm yellow light was turned on, the living room was instantly illuminated.

Next to the bedroom is a separate instrument room, and there is also a soundproofed area that appears to be a practice room as it has many sound cards and microphones.

The sofa is clean and tidy, and the armrests on both sides and the top of the fabric are filled with plush toys, crowded together, giving a very safe feeling of decoration.

After looking for about two seconds, Nan Jiu looked away. He didn't dare to take the initiative to ask for a visit, after all, it was very impolite.

Si Mo took out two pairs of the same gray and black slippers from the side of the shoe cabinet and placed them on the floor in front of the boy.

Nan Jiu put it on and walked into the living room area carefully.

"The bathroom is over there, take a shower and go to bed early..."

After a pause, Si Mo suddenly turned around and looked at him, "I haven't asked you yet, what's your name?"

Nan Jiu realized it later and hurriedly told Si Mo his name. He also suddenly realized a problem: How dare he bring someone home when he doesn't even know their name? ?

"Okay," Si Mo nodded and smiled: "Nanjiu, your legs...it will be inconvenient for you to take a bath by yourself."

"Do you need..." I help you?

Before he finished speaking, Nan Jiu's face suddenly turned red. I don't know if he thought of some useless stuff that couldn't be broadcast. He shook his hand and left an afterimage: "No, no, it's okay, brother. I can do it."

Si Mo stared at him for a few seconds, his smile widening: "Okay."

"I need to start another broadcast later. There are many empty guest rooms across from the practice room. You can pick any one."

Nan Jiu knew his working hours. Except for Saturday and Wednesday, Si Mo would broadcast live on a certain platform on time every night. It was not work-related, but just chatting with fans and dubbing randomly selected segments of the barrage.

"Okay, thank you brother, good night."

… …

After washing up, Nan Jiu entered a room. The bedding was clean and tidy, and there was not a speck of dust in the room, as if someone had been taking care of it regularly.

As he walked over, he subconsciously glanced diagonally across the street. Si Mo had just entered the tightly closed soundproof door not long ago.

Even though the distance was so close, he heard nothing outside the door.

After returning to the room, Nan Jiu stared at the ceiling. The feeling of eyelids fighting before was gone. Instead, there was a little person in his heart jumping around, eager to know what was going on next door...

Two minutes later, he opened the software in his hand and entered the live broadcast room he paid special attention to with familiarity.

Nan Jiu closed the door and huddled in bed, with the quilt covering his head, leaving only his eyes exposed. A small ball of white light appeared on the screen of his cell phone.

I have an inexplicable feeling of guilt.

The host of this live broadcast room is just opposite, only two doors away.

Like an affair.

……

He turned down the volume and moved the receiver to his ear.

"Yes, it's a little late today, sorry."

A warm and pleasant voice came out, and Nan Jiu closed his eyes and listened to it as a sleep-aid video.

"That's still the old rules. The first 20 minutes are interactive. Now you can request songs."

……

Nan Jiu's breathing gradually became heavier as he listened to Si Mo's voice coming slowly over to him. As he replied to the comments scrolling on the screen, the sound of the mouse clicking could be heard.

"Why are you late?"

Nan Jiu heard a noticeable pause in the voice on the phone, and only heard the answer after a few seconds.

The anchor on the other side laughed, "Of course it wasn't a date, it was just... a little incident happened."

"I picked up a wounded wolfhound on the way home and took him to see a doctor."

Ok?

In the dark night, Nan Jiu suddenly opened his eyes. His vision was dazzled by the bright light for a moment, and then he refocused on the hand on the screen.

Two seconds late, he couldn't help but open the dialog box, and he repeatedly made mistakes when typing, not knowing what was going on.

: A puppy?

This message was quickly drowned out by the barrage of comments that kept scrolling every half a second, and Nan Jiu thought that Si Mo definitely didn't see it.

He didn't expect the other party to see and reply, he just used this method to express his shock.

Maybe it’s because most of the comments in the barrage were “尊嘟假嘟” and “什么意思, 需要照片”, Nanjiu’s comment seemed a bit out of place.

"Yes, puppy."

The voice of the CV sounded again in the receiver, with a doting chuckle. The sound streamed into Nan Jiu's ears along the phone in his hand, and the string in his mind that had relaxed was tightened again.

Only a few seconds passed before Si Mo started replying to others as if nothing had happened. Nan Jiu didn't even know if he had just said that to himself.

“No photos, no pictures.”

"Yes, I took him home."

… …