Mr. Qin is always serious

The barrage in the live broadcast instantly exploded.

"I'm not mistaken! Your Majesty Gluttonous?!"

"You read the fellow daoist right in front of you! It's His Majesty Taotie! I'm also in shock right now! I'm so shocked that I can't speak!"

"Live broadcast lost horse 666!"

"I can't believe my eyes, but suddenly I feel a little irritated, what's going on?"

"Me, me, me too! Oh my god, no, no, I have to slow down first! But no matter what, I will still call Mr. Lang unswervingly!"

……

The barrage flew up and covered the screen in minutes.

Wen Lang froze there holding the phone, the whole Taotie was not well.

He knew that His Majesty Taotie's vest would fall off sooner or later, but he really didn't expect it to be so sudden, and it fell off live in front of unknown people.

The scene was embarrassing for a while.

In the end, it was Bai Li who came back to his senses first, pretended not to sit still, and slammed into Wen Lang's direction.

"Snapped--"

After the crisp sound, Wen Lang's cell phone fell in response, and the breathing light on the screen flickered a few times, and then there was no movement at all.

The barrage suddenly went crazy again.

"Hahaha I give full marks to Bai Li's cute acting skills!"

"But what did the phone do wrong?"

"I'm sorry, after the shock, I'm holding my phone and laughing so much that the mask is about to collapse!"

"Can you point the camera at Mr. Lang's face? I want to see his expression right now!"

The barrage was filled with hahaha hiccups and 666, and the fans were one by one, and a few sentences before and after could spell out a very funny joke.

And Bai Li thought he was covering it up very well: "This... I didn't mean it."

At this time, Yu You also reacted, and said with a smile: "There is nothing wrong, how can he post Weibo now? If the audience all go to check his Weibo by then, wouldn't we be ashamed?"

"Truth truth."

"That's right."

"Scheming... So can we start the next game now? How about Werewolf Killing?"

Everyone immediately agreed, pretending that nothing happened and continuing to wave, trying to cover everything up.

But of course this is impossible.

The part of the live broadcast had already been made into screenshots and short videos and posted on Weibo. More people came after hearing the news, and the number of people in the live broadcast room increased by tens of thousands within a few minutes.

Majesty Taotie's vest really fell off completely this time.

The rest of the session continued, but Wen Lang was obviously absent-minded. He lost five or six times in a row when playing Werewolf, and his face was covered with white paper.

When I finally finished the live broadcast, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon.

The surrounding cameras were turned off, Wen Lang put on a mask and hurried into the car with Shu He.

Song Li was sitting in the passenger seat, looking at him with a complicated expression: "Boss, I have a cool song for you and me."

Wen Lang didn't want to speak, and leaned against the pillow with his eyes closed.

Song Li leaned over: "Boss, what do you think we should do with public relations now?"

"Buddhist public relations." Wen Lang waved his hand, "Compared to what you are worried about, I am more worried about Mr. Qin."

A few days ago, I confessed so ripplingly with the vest on my body, but I didn't expect it to become like this so soon.

So people can't be too rough, otherwise the end will be very sad.

Wen Lang was so worried that he was going bald, and he hardly spoke much along the way.

Song Li was also worried, looking down at the follow-up development of Weibo the whole time, worried that everything would become so cold.

But in fact his worries are unnecessary.

The popularity of this matter is very high, and the first search term on Weibo has become [Wen Lang-The Spring of His Majesty Taotie].

But Song Li browsed for 10 minutes in a row, and all he saw were ha ha ha burps and a series of emojis, but he didn't see a dark and gentle Weibo.

Thinking about it, it's actually easy to understand, such things as fine points are not black spots at all for Wen Lang.

In the past few years when he used His Majesty Taotie as a vest, he never used his majesty to boast about himself, nor sneered at others, and usually wrote stories to hate black fans, and never swear when he hates people, simple and simple Just a few words and an emoticon package can be crushed backhand.

Such a gluttonous majesty is very cute and likable.

Passers-by think so, let alone fans of Wen Lang and His Majesty Taotie.

Their current reaction is not much different from that of the little hamster.

Look at my idols!Yan Haosheng is good at acting. He doesn't push, hype, or cause trouble. He can make emojis, write good stories, and turn against black fans. He can also confess his love to Mr. Qin so cutely. Can you do it? !

cannot!Only my family can!

Fans: [Proud Chest].jpg

Weibo was quickly controlled by the fans of Wen Lang and His Majesty Taotie. It was already very stable. Afterwards, Fu Tong and a few traffic niches also posted Weibo to protect them. The fans of several parties ended up together. Clicked.

Song Li looked around, and felt that it was amazing that the big guy was so good at hating people and had such a good relationship.

But it's fine.

The manager stroked his chest, feeling exhausted as well.

Fifteen minutes later, Wen Lang arrived at the place where Wen Lang lived.

The little hamster turned around, his eyes full of worry: "Brother Lang, why don't you go home first, how about going out with us to have fun? You're in a good mood."

Wen Lang was so worried that he was going bald, how could he be in the mood to go out and have fun.

He shook his head: "No, you guys go back first, I... I'm fine."

Shu He wanted to say something, but was lightly poked by Song Li next to him, stopped talking and nodded.

Wen Lang rubbed his hair, turned around and went back to the community, paused when he got downstairs, lowered his head and took out his phone.

The phone screen was still black, Wen Lang tried to press it a few times, and it turned on smoothly after three seconds.

It is obvious that Bai Li is very experienced in this kind of touch, and the phone is only temporarily blacked out, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Wen Lang poked into WeChat, and many people had already sent him shocking condolences on WeChat, but Qin Jingshen's side was quiet and there was no news.

Could it be that Mr. Qin hasn't seen it yet?

Wen Lang couldn't help having a little extravagant hope, but this thought lasted for less than half a minute before being interrupted by the sudden ding dong of WeChat.

He was startled, and after looking down at the message box, his heart beat faster.

——The message was sent by Qin Jingshen.

Wen Lang felt unprecedented tension for a moment, and he poked the news stiffly.

Qin: Are you home yet?

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: ...Here we are, what can Mr. Qin do?

He stared at the screen nervously, and soon saw a new message appear in the message box.

Qin: Well, there is a document that the company needs urgently. Can you send it to me if you are free?

His tone was the same as before. Wen Lang felt that Mr. Qin might really be too busy, so he hasn't found out about His Majesty Taotie yet.

Wen Lang breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time felt relieved and somewhat disappointed.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: yes, where are the files?

Qin: A drawer in the study.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: OK, I will send it as soon as possible.

The message was sent out, and what I got was a simple um.

Wen Lang took back his phone with a complicated mood, and just as he went upstairs and opened the door, three small animals immediately ran over.

If it was the past, Wen Lang wouldn't let go if he didn't hug and masturbate for five minutes, but today he was really not in the mood, and after a few random strokes, he went to the study on the second floor.

The study was very quiet, except for Wen Lang's own footsteps, there was no sound.

Wen Lang walked over to the desk, first opened the side drawers side by side to look, but didn't see them, then opened the big middle drawer.

The drawer was opened, and there was indeed a document on the outermost surface.

Wen Lang picked it up with one hand, and sent a message to Qin Jingshen with the other.

Classmate Wen is walking the dog: Mr. Qin, I found the document, do you see this?

He took a photo and sent it to Qin Jingshen. While waiting for a reply, he habitually lowered his head for a moment, and suddenly froze.

He saw a piece of paper in the drawer where the documents were placed just now, on which were densely written two names - Wen Lang and Qin Jingshen.

The names of the two people are closely next to each other, and there is a Qin Jingshen next to Wen Lang.

Qin Jingshen's three-character strokes are slightly weak, while Wen Lang's two-character strokes are sharp, and the difference can be seen at a glance.

The former was written by Wen Lang, he remembered, but who wrote the latter, needless to say.

Wen Lang was taken aback.

Mr. Qin, what does this mean?

The answer was actually ready to come out, just as Wen Lang was about to think about it, he suddenly heard another ding-dong in his ear.

He looked down, the news this time was from Qin Jingshen.

Qin: Wen Lang, come to the studio, I have something for you.

Wen Lang subconsciously turned his head to look at the bookshelf, where one side had been staggered, leaving a shallow gap.

He didn't move, and after a moment of stunned, he walked over slowly, stretched out his hand and pushed open the door.

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open slowly.

The moment everything in the studio came into view, Wen Lang was startled for a moment, and then his heart jumped uncontrollably.

It was full of paintings, and he saw himself in those paintings.

He squats on the edge of the bench to feed the cat, smiles while holding an egg yolk, sings while holding a guitar, and plays countless characters in the play.

Easel on the wall, around the corners.

It's all him.

He was carefully traced on the paper with a paintbrush, and pasted where he could touch the eyes, and the gentle mood can be seen in every stroke.

Wen Lang was completely stunned.

His brain suddenly went blank, he couldn't express any feelings, only his heart kept beating in the silence around him, again and again, until he could no longer count.

In the heartbeat, I suddenly heard a low voice from the corner.

"Wen Lang."

Then there was a sound of steady footsteps coming from the left, getting closer and closer, and finally stopped before Wen Lang's eyes.

Wen Lang raised his head subconsciously, and instantly met Qin Jingshen's eyes.

Those eyes were still deep, reflected by the colors in the studio, they were not as cold as before, they melted with countless warmth in an instant, they were shadowy and beautiful.

And Wen Lang was in the shadow in his eyes, surrounded by tenderness.

Wen Lang's heartbeat suddenly accelerated at this moment, and he couldn't bear to look away, just as he moved, he heard Qin Jingshen calling him again: "Wen Lang."

He raised his eyes again, his eyes suddenly darkened, and then his lips softened.

Qin Jingshen's kiss fell down so lightly.

The author has something to say: Wow, I am so happy! ! !

Call Mr. Qin who I finally took the initiative!

Goodnight everybody!