Mr. Qin is always serious

Wen Lang took Xie Yao to the business district for a stroll, and it was already eleven noon when he came back.

Wen Lang returned to his home first, Xie Yao followed behind him, looking around non-stop.

"The flowers you raise are not bad. I also raised them when I was on the mountain in the fog."

"You are still so girly, you are full of fluff, tsk tsk tsk, this Pikachu is so big."

“The decoration is also good, and the vision has improved.”

"Wow you still have a tiger figure! I love this!"

"..."

Wen Lang opened the guest bedroom door: "Why do you talk so much?"

Xie Yao was very calm: "After you and Mr. Wen Rong left, no one talked to me. I've been lonely for a long time, can't I talk more?"

Wen Lang was shocked by his straightforwardness, and felt that he had been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and he had never seen such a brazen person.

He gave Xie Yao a blank look: "There are quilts inside, you can take them to the balcony to dry them first, the bathroom is on the left side of the bedroom, do you know how to use the water heater?"

Xie Yao nodded: "I'm not stupid."

I think you are a fool!

Wen Lang sneered, and heard Xie Yao speak again: "There is one more important thing... I don't know how to cook, what should I eat?"

Wen Lang pointed to the shopping bag he brought back just now: "Didn't I buy instant noodles for you?"

Xie Yao: "..."

Xie Yao was about to die of anger: "I came all the way to find you, and the money will be doubled when the time comes, so you just give me this?"

"Otherwise?" Wen Lang looked at him calmly, "Anyway, buy the kind that costs two yuan a pack, and you won't give you anything more than one yuan."

Now the person who was shocked became Xie Yao.

After beating the tiger, Wen Lang was in a good mood, and waved to him with a smile: "See you later."

Xie Yao was puzzled: "Isn't this your home? Where are you going?"

"I recently stayed at Mr. Qin's house."

Xie Yao's expression suddenly became very subtle: "Is what said on Weibo true? Are you really together with him?"

Wen Lang raised his eyebrows: "You still read Weibo?"

"That's right, I'm still following you." Xie Yao took out his mobile phone from his pocket, "I also followed the account of Your Majesty Taotie, didn't you confess your love to Mr. Qin last night? Tsk tsk tsk, that tone of voice I'm ashamed to tell you."

He opened Weibo while talking, Wen Lang looked down, and narrowed his eyes when he saw the nickname displayed on it.

——[A Fat Fat Fat Fat Cat]

This nickname is very familiar to Wen Lang, and every time he is hacked, he is included in the manuscript. If His Majesty Taotie is Wen Lang's legend in the fandom, this fat cat is Wen Lang's legend in the fandom.

Wen Lang was expressionless: "Tell me, how do you want to die?"

Xie Yao raised his head stiffly: "Actually, I can explain it, really."

However, His Majesty Taotie didn't want to listen to his explanation, he just wanted to let him relive the beautiful life that was crushed on the mountain in the mist in the past.

Wen Lang thought so, and did the same.

After 15 minutes, Xie Yao turned into his original shape and lay on the carpet, with his paws lying there weakly, and he didn't even have the strength to shake his tail.

Wen Lang slowly pinched the tiger hair off his body, walked to the door and held the doorknob: "Treasure your two yuan instant noodles, it won't be so good next time."

The voice fell, the door opened and closed, and the room fell silent.

Xie Yao lay there, heartbroken, and didn't want to say anything.

My two dollars for instant noodles.

My ham sausage and braised eggs.

hum.

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Being able to continue living at Mr. Qin's house, Wen Lang was in a very good mood, and even seeing Xie Yao was pleasing to the eye.

Although I still get a beating occasionally, I can enjoy the thrill of being crushed by force.

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The two-day holiday passed quickly. On Wednesday, Wen Lang returned to the small building to participate in the live broadcast of "Cute Pet Fluffy".

This is the last recording, just think about it and be happy.

The live broadcast was scheduled for two o'clock in the afternoon, and Wen Lang arrived half an hour earlier. When he entered, other people had already arrived, and a group of people were nesting there fighting the landlord.

Bai Li noticed him first, and when he turned around, half of his face was covered with white paper: "You're here! Do you want to play poker together?"

Wen Lang bent down to put down the egg yolk and Ju Baoer, and nodded with a smile.

Twenty minutes later, Bai Li looked at him quietly with the note all over his face, wanting to cry but not crying.

I'm so stupid, I knew this glutton was a bad-hearted person, but I just didn't have a long memory.

At this time, there was less than 10 minutes before the recording, and several people collected the playing cards and went to the back to touch up their makeup.

Wen Lang and Bai Li were in the same room, and Bai Li casually mended a few times before leaning over: "I don't think your assistant is here this time, how did you get here?"

"Mr. Qin sent me here." Wen Lang said.

White-haired fox: Oh shit.

He rubbed his chin: "I saw the Weibo you posted on His Majesty Taotie's account a few days ago. Speaking of which, are you and Mr. Qin married?"

This question is really superfluous.

If it does, then I still need to sneakily post that Weibo under His Majesty Taotie's account?

Wen Lang glanced at Bai Li: "Not yet, but I think it will be soon."

Bai Li smiled: "Then when are you going to confess?"

Wen Lang hesitated for a moment, and said honestly, "I don't dare."

Baili: "..."

No.

Why weren't you so cowardly when you beat me up?

Bai Li was in a very complicated mood, and didn't know what to say for a while. Soon, he heard Chai Yang shouting over there holding the horn: "Is everything ready?"

Wen Lang quickly put on the last bit of makeup, and walked over with Bai Li.

There is a table in the courtyard of the small building, and this is where the live broadcast will be performed.

Simple and crude, and save money.

Several people sat down separately, and made a proper gesture to Chai Yang.

The surrounding live cameras were immediately turned on.

Wen Lang smiled and greeted the audience at the camera, and the rest of the audience followed suit. Everyone had a joke, and a simple greeting could make a laugh.

Although Chai Yang said before that the live broadcast is just for chatting, but it must not be like this. Several people discussed it before the broadcast, and planned to rely on games to support everything.

Several people finally decided to play Three Kingdoms Kill first.

The loser gets to have his face painted with a marker by the winner.

Bai Li still remembered the past when he was posted a note, and regardless of whether he was in the same camp or not, he secretly wooed the people around him to cheat Wen Lang. Anyway, variety shows are all about the performance of the show, and winning or losing doesn't matter at all.

Of course, the people he wooed would not refuse, after all, they had been teased by Wen Lang before, and they had just been made into emoticons and posted on Weibo a few days ago.

Several people sharpened their knives and rushed towards Wen Lang, and then they were crushed on the ground and rubbed against the ground by Majesty Taotie.

After a few games, Wen Lang shook the marker pen in his hand: "Do you want to continue?"

Bai Li was in despair. It was the first time he saw such a helpless player who could win in the Three Kingdoms Killing game.

But still a struggle.

Bai Li wore a beard full of markers on his face: "No, no, I suggest changing the game."

Wen Lang smiled: "What do you want in exchange?"

Bai Li and Yu You looked at each other, and Yu You smiled and said, "How about recognizing uncommon characters? The program team will issue a question card, and the answer will be written on a white board. The loser will post a self-deprecating Weibo."

Several people next to them reconsidered.

Wen Lang: "..."

Aren't you just bullying me for reading less?

But there is no other choice.

A few minutes later, the staff of the program group moved out the question cards and white cardboard from the back and began to write questions.

The loser in the end was of course Wen Lang.

The few people around looked at him and couldn't help showing a puzzled smile. Wen Lang met their gazes: "I'd like to admit defeat, what do you want me to post?"

"Make an emoticon pack of your own ugly face and send it out?"

"Tweeting about the most embarrassing thing you've ever done?"

"And it has to be real, the kind that makes us all laugh!"

"I think, why don't you add emoticons after talking about embarrassing things?"

"Oh, it's safe. When the time comes, please take a close-up of Wen Lang's phone screen, and record in detail the self-hacking process of our Mr. Not Bald."

Wen Lang: "..."

He didn't need to watch the live broadcast to know that the barrage at this time must be filled with anticipation and 666, and no one would feel sorry for him.

And I don't know if Mr. Qin is watching the live broadcast. If he is watched, he will really feel a little embarrassed.

Who doesn't want to care about the heart of the person they love.

Although he has actually collapsed many times before.

Wen Lang sighed: "Have you decided yet?"

Several people discussed it, and finally Yu You made a decision: "You just post a shameful experience on Weibo, and attach your own ugly photos to emoticons."

In fact, there are three elements here.

Take ugly photos, make emoticons, and post on Weibo.

This group of people can be said to be very scheming.

Wen Lang was angry in his heart, but on the surface he said calmly, "Okay."

He quickly took a photo of a grimace and made it into an emoticon package, and posted it on Weibo.

Yu You and Bai Li approached enthusiastically: "This is really memorable, I think your fans will definitely thank me very much, come on, just don't be cowardly—"

The following words came to an abrupt end after seeing Wen Lang's Weibo interface, and both of them froze there.

Wen Lang was a little puzzled by their reaction, looked down at the two of them, and froze for an instant.

He fell asleep after posting a confession on Weibo last time, and he didn't use Weibo for the next few days, so he completely forgot to switch accounts.

So in the interface in front of me, the small gray nickname displayed on the line under the bold font of Weibo is not Wen Lang, but——

——[The Spring of His Majesty Taotie]

The author has something to say: Wen Langlang: "It's over, it's over, it's over, it's over!"

Mr. Qin: "I understand your confession."

……

In the second watch, one of the two vests of His Majesty Taotie will be dropped first, sprinkle flowers!

Keep praising me!Both are needed!

Come on, come on, comment!

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