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

SKP team official Weibo just announced that it welcomes the well-known e-sports anchor "Qishen" to join. The news caused quite a stir on Weibo.

Including Song Wenqi himself, after he worked until three or four in the morning to coax a certain fox to sleep last night, he received a series of harassing phone calls and emails from dozens of teams, openly trying to poach his players.

Near noon the next day, Si Mo still felt dizzy when he woke up. He sat up and took a long time to realize where he was. It was easy to imagine how much he drank last night.

The memory of that part in my mind was vague and hazy, with one or two images flashing from time to time, and they were all Song Wenqi's face.

When he woke up in the morning, he felt sore all over.

...?

Is this a normal phenomenon?

"Hiss..." Si Mo rubbed his painful temples and drank the boiled water beside the bed. It was still warm.

"Last night," Si Mo asked with some difficulty, "we... slept together?"

[That's not the case, it's just...] Benben secretly glanced at Si Mo, and quietly retracted his head, with a sincere look on his face, [I recorded everything last night, Master, you can read it yourself, I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!]

After saying that, Benben clapped his little paws and threw the holographic screen in front of Si Mo as quickly as possible, then slammed the door shut.

His entire little villa in his sea of ​​consciousness shook violently.

"You like me, I know."

"Song Wenqi... Ah Qi, my wife."

"You feel so nice and soft, you must be very good...right?"

Si Mo's right eyelid twitched as he watched, and the lines around his pale lips became tighter and tighter.

The screen in front of him captured his every move clearly. Si Mo watched helplessly as he stretched out his hands like a gangster to pinch Song Wenqi's face, and even shamelessly lifted up his clothes...

"Then let's..."

When he reached the part where he lost track of last night, Si Mo watched it very seriously.

“Let’s dance!”

……

Let’s dance???

"What the hell is going on?!" Si Mo closed his eyes in pain, pulled up the quilt, covered himself with it and stopped looking.

But the sheets and quilts were full of Song Wenqi's scent.

After a while, Si Mo's muffled voice came out: "Where are the others..."

[In the bathroom.] Seeing that everything outside was calm, Benben breathed a sigh of relief after surviving a disaster.

I was scared to death.

I thought the fox master was so angry that he saw such an embarrassing scene and decided to silence him by cutting off his data cable.

Si Mo grabbed the clothes and put them on his head. Halfway through, he realized that it wasn't Song Wenqi who helped him take them off last night...

I don’t know how I embarrassed myself last night. For the first time, Si Mo felt that he had so much energy after getting drunk.

When I woke up, I felt pain all over, as if I had strained a muscle.

"Let's turn on the pain blocker." Si Mo said in a vague voice.

[Ok, sir, I noticed that you rarely use this function recently. I am a little rusty with it.]

"What do you want to say??"

[Wo...hehe] As the Fox Lord and the biggest fan of Lord God, Benben has a long way to go.

Si Mo glared at Benben with a sidelong glance and was too lazy to pay attention to this pervert.

It seems that it is not good for Tongzi to be too idle. We should assign him some work and let him go back to heaven to see Lao Gong.

I forgot to mention that Si Mo was once bored and went to the God Realm System Bureau, which was in charge of marriage, and saw that his son would be with a certain wolf in the future...

After putting on his clothes, Si Mo walked out of the bedroom and met Song Wenqi who had just come out of the shower.

Song Wenqi was wrapped in only a grey bath towel, with his strong chest exposed to the air, his waist and abdomen clearly defined, his mermaid line and abdominal muscles clearly visible, and the sunlight shining through the window onto his body like a perfectly crafted painting.

He was wiping his half-dried hair, and was visibly stunned when he saw Si Mo. Then he looked a little embarrassed, and the tips of his ears turned white and red.

"Brother, you're awake."

Si Mo didn't look away the whole time, until he saw Song Wenqi take the thin shirt on the sofa and put it on, then he replied indifferently: "Yeah."

Song Wenqi: "I made breakfast for you...you go eat it first, brother."

"Oh." Si Mo walked back mechanically and came to his senses after a moment: Why did he call me like that?

Si Mo vaguely remembered that Song Wenqi seemed to be one or two years older than him.

[You were the one who let me last night, boss]

[You said calling me brother is just a feeling, it has nothing to do with age]

Si Mo: "..."

After a while, Song Wenqi also came over and sat opposite him. After adding more food to his meal, he glanced at the phone that was upside down in Si Mo's hand, intentionally or unintentionally.

He lowered his eyelids and said, "Brother, next time you post on WeChat Moments, you don't have to block me."

"Cough-cough-"

Song Wenqi urgently handed over some water, and after more than ten seconds Si Mo finally stopped coughing. A faint red appeared under the boy's eyes, and a bad feeling still rose in his heart:

How did he know...did I show it to him last night?

[Yes, the main boss]

Si Mo gritted his teeth and forced out an awkward smile. At this moment, he wished he could travel back in time and strangle himself to death for being drunk and having sex.

Si Mo felt very uncomfortable the whole morning.

Song Wenqi finished processing emails on the sofa in the living room. Si Mo didn't come out for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help but go to find him. He pretended to walk around in front of Si Mo unintentionally.

He just hung up the phone with Wang Chi, and the general content was that after the official announcement of Song Wenqi joining SKP, there would definitely be people from other companies trying to get information or openly poach people. This is beyond doubt.

Wang Chi hoped that Si Mo would do his best to stabilize him in the next two days and persuade Song Wenqi not to think of terminating the contract.

As for other teams, they will most likely be in trouble for a while.

Si Mo played an indispensable role in this matter. Lao Wang praised him happily again on the phone before hanging up.

"No, I know him. Once Song Wenqi makes a decision, there will most likely be no changes." Si Mo said firmly before hanging up.

Song Wenqi, who was outside the door, happened to hear this and pushed the door open with a smile: "Brother."

"Ah?" Si Mo turned off his phone in surprise, an abnormal blush appearing on his cheeks.

"What is our relationship now?"

Song Wenqi walked over and sat down beside him, staring straight at Si Mo's superior nose bone slowly moving downwards, his tone mixed with obvious grievance, as if a poor puppy was asking for a status for himself.

Seeing that Si Mo did not answer, Song Wenqi's expression became even more unhappy and he said:

"Si Mo, you want to abandon me after having sex with me."

He said this as if he had really done something to Song Wenqi.

"Don't you remember what you did last night?" Song Wenqi stared at Si Mo's blank expression for a while, and the light of hope in his eyes gradually dimmed: "Forget it, just forget it."

Having said that, he suddenly stood up and walked away without looking back.

Si Mo: “???”

"Wait," Si Mo called Song Wenqi, stood up and asked in confusion: "What did I do?"

Song Wenqi sighed helplessly: "My brother took advantage of his hangover to touch me and pestered me to not let me leave. He wanted to kiss me."