only be nice to you

After Wen Jin finished saying this, she watched Li Ge play the game quietly, and didn't speak again for a long time, until she saw Li Ge struggling with the two pieces of equipment for a long time, and then whispered a reminder again.

Li Ge and the others are in a good situation. The queen in the second position is very strong, and she almost kills the opponent's middle lane by herself.

"This queen is fine. I feel like you are one-tenth as strong as you were back then." Li Ge was carried away by his teammates and lay down extremely comfortably. Before he won the game, he started blowing. Not myself.

Li Ge recalled back in high school, Wen Jin was best at playing heroes such as the second position, long-range mages, and the Queen of Pain was indeed one of his unique skills, with a high appearance rate and very ferocious. People can knock down the opponent.

Wen Jin's No. [-] position used to take Li Ge for a walk, Gua Sha flow, No. [-] position to lie down and win. Often, Li Ge was still making money and developing, and the opposite person was almost gone.

Wen Jin was caught off guard by a wave of rainbow farts, smiled helplessly, and said, "But I'm not very good now."

"How could it be? I think you were quite strong in that wave of operations just now! But I didn't expect you to still be playing DOTA2," Li Ge said. It aroused his desire to play this game again, "Why don't you take your younger brother to the top of the score again?"

"Okay, double row together."

"But having said that, why didn't you broadcast DOTA2 live? If you are a professional anchor, DOTA2 must be more profitable than Jian Wang III."

Li Ge and the others were about to win this round, so he didn't dare to relax his vigilance. He stared at the computer screen intently, and didn't pay attention to Wen Jin's expression. Three, I just didn’t play DOTA2 at that time, and I didn’t think about making money from live streaming.”

"But now that I think about it, isn't it good to live broadcast Jiansan, at least I met you."

Li Ge pushed away the hometown on the opposite side with a big move, lay down on the back of the chair relaxedly, stretched his waist, and said happily: "BINGO!"

Li Ge just asked the question just casually. When he was stretching, he didn't hear the last sentence of Wen Jin's answer clearly, and he didn't care. He stood up, patted Wen Jin on the shoulder, and said cheerfully: "Let's go, Go record a song."

Wen Jin held the DV in his hand, and before he had time to watch the video recorded in the afternoon, he was dragged away by Li Ge, and officially started recording.

Wen Jin had never noticed that Li Ge had a bit of a fault-finding personality before. It was fine to have high demands on the accompaniment and singing, and even the lighting and angle of the shooting had to be just right. Satisfied, she mercifully let Wen Jin go.

The key is that Wen Jin only realized it when he was paralyzed on the sofa. He didn't intend to post a video showing his face. Why do he care so much about whether people look good or not?

So Wen Jin asked Li Ge casually, "You don't mind if I post a video showing my face? Actually, I didn't plan to post it at first."

Li Ge lay paralyzed next to Wen Jin, looking exhausted both physically and mentally. He rubbed his temples, and looked at Wen Jin in surprise, "Why did you make a video if you didn't intend to post it?"

Wen Jin was taken aback for a moment, thinking, can I just keep it to myself?

Of course, Wen Jin definitely couldn't tell the truth directly, and was thinking about what excuses he should use to cover it up, but who knew that Li Ge didn't care about his answer at all, and continued: "I don't mind, remember to choose something to look good at." just post the clips."

"Oh, okay."

The two of them had been busy all day and didn't take much rest. After Li Ge took a shower, he was going to sleep straight away.

Although the guest room in Wen Jin's house has not been occupied by many people, it is very clean. The quilt and bed sheets are freshly washed, and they feel very comfortable to the touch.Li Ge didn't recognize the bed, he closed his eyes after lying down and fell asleep not long after.

It was Sunday noon when I woke up again.

For lunch, Wen Jin just made a few home-cooked dishes, and the taste was unsurprisingly good. Li Ge originally planned to go home after lunch, but he heard that Wen Jin was going to live broadcast Sword Three Queen in the afternoon. Just like a child, clamoring to watch Wen Jin's live broadcast.

Wen Jin made an appointment with a group of bald flowers. It was four o'clock in the afternoon, and the time was a bit late. Hearing that Li Ge was really rude, he naturally said that I should just go home after dinner.

After lunch, Wen Jin was busy tidying up the kitchen, Li Ge very consciously occupied Wen Jin's computer and played DOTA2.

I only won one game yesterday, so it wasn't too exciting.

When Li Ge was playing games, Wen Jin didn't know what to do, and he didn't show up for a long time. Li Ge was addicted to DOTA2 and didn't pay much attention to the outside world.

As a result, when Wen Jin returned to her bedroom with afternoon tea, she noticed the low air pressure in the room as soon as she entered the door. Li Ge was sitting in front of the computer with a gloomy expression, without saying a word.

Wen Jin glanced at the computer screen, and the screen was still on the settlement screen of the end of the DOTA2 game. Unsurprisingly, this round was a failure.

Seeing Li Ge's expression, Wen Jin wanted to laugh, but he didn't dare to laugh. How come after so many years, this person is still like a child, and would be angry because he lost the game?

Wen Jin put the cake and milk tea in his hands on the computer desk, and at the same time sat beside Li Ge and asked softly, "What's wrong? Who made you angry?"

Li Ge said angrily: "I'm so pissed off, there is a player in our team who is ashamed to criticize me after hitting the final 385?"

385 means 3 kills, 8 deaths, and 5 co-kills. This data is indeed a bit of a dish.

"Is it the courage that Liang Jingru gave him? He's a bad-mouthed and dirty person, thanks to my good temper now, if I'm younger, I won't let him—hey, where did this cake come from?"

In the middle of scolding, Li Ge glanced at the afternoon tea on the table from the corner of his eye. His tone changed suddenly, and his face changed like a Sichuan opera. He stared eagerly at the cake in front of him, his eyes full of surprise and expectation.

Wow, it's still his favorite strawberry millefeuille, served on a delicate white flower porcelain plate, it looks delicious.

The corners of Wen Jin's mouth rose slightly, and he said softly, "I made it myself, try it."

Li Ge immediately forgot that he was still angry with an unimportant Shabi teammate just now, and impatiently dug a small piece of mille-feuille cake into his mouth, squinting his eyes into a line, and said with satisfaction: "It's delicious!"

"Wen Xiaojin, you are really a fairy, why are you so powerful, you know that I like to eat strawberry mille-feuille," Li Ge took a few more mouthfuls of cake, bit his spoon and winked at Wen Jin mysteriously, and said with a smile: "Speak quietly, I think the cake you make is better than my sister's, don't tell her."

Wen Jin laughed and said, "Yeah."

I thought to myself, where would I get the chance to tell your sister.

In fact, Li Ge likes desserts very much, and his favorite is Strawberry Melaleuca, which is sweet and sour and very delicious.But when Li Ge was a child, he always felt that this kind of dessert should be a food that girls would like. How could a hot-blooded tough guy like him like such pink and girly things, so he was embarrassed to admit it.

As for how Wen Jin knew?

He guessed it himself.

Wen Jin could tell that Li Ge was very much loved at home. On Li Ge's 17th birthday, and the day he went to find Li Ge before he left V City, Li Ge's mother personally cooked strawberry mille-feuille for him. Li Ge seemed to like it very much.

Wen Jin also likes it very much. The strawberry millefeuille that night was really sweet.

Looking at Li Ge's dark and bright eyes, Wen Jin dug a small spoonful of cake and put it into his mouth, his eyebrows and eyes curved into a crescent, and his voice was sweet and soft.

"As long as you like it."