If you don't work hard, you have to marry the Pluto

After defeating Jiang Yanjin, how will this narrow-minded person retaliate?Meteor hammer?Blood drop?One Yang Finger or Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?

The little Hades was full, and looked at Song Ningyi with regret, and Song Ningyi once suspected that she had infertility.

"You... hey..." Xiao Yan Wang patted Song Ningyi's shoulder in a pretentious manner with his sausage mouth full of joy, "I'm leaving, you, lock the door."

The barrage was still arguing non-stop, and the room manager's speech ban was sore, but they still couldn't stop the mental attack like a storm on the opposite side.

Song Ningyi didn't bother to pay attention to these things, her mind was full of the words "you lock the door" from Little Hades.

system hint--

[Guardian 007]: "After the background review, the votes obtained by both sides of the PK competition were cast by normal IDs, and there was no phenomenon of swiping votes. The votes are real and can be made public. Thank you for your supervision."

[Qingqiu's Billionaire Little Wife]: "Everyone, don't quarrel with QAQ. Qingqiu and Yiyi are both great anchors. Yiyi's technical strength is obvious to all. I hope we can get along peacefully."

[Yiyi's Girlfriend Fan]: "Did you see it? Authoritative certification! Papapa, is your face swollen?"

Words similar to "sprinkling flowers and congratulations" popped up one after another in the barrage, and the Qingqiu fans who were still dancing in the live broadcast room just now, except for a few who were still dead and stubborn, most of them could only choose to shut up and laugh.

Song Ningyi regained his senses, looked at the group of cuties who were bravely wearing battle clothes for him, he stood up, and bowed sincerely to the camera:

"Thank you. I was able to win this competition, and everyone contributed a lot."

[Snakeskin Monster]: "Yiyi! Let's draw a lottery hot pot, and give me an inside story by the way, otherwise I won't be able to sleep tonight."

Song Ningyi smiled slightly: "Okay, then this live broadcast will select [-] cuties from the message area to give away hot pot gift bags. After winning the prize, please private message me the address."

After a long time, Jiang Yanjin who was opposite finally spoke.

He smiled like a moon, and the corners of his lips gently curled up: "I lost, Yiyi is a capable and smart anchor, I am convinced if I lose to Yiyi, then—"

The fair face slowly approached the camera:

"Yiyi, please date me."

"Pfft—" A mouthful of old blood sprang out two meters high.

Song Ningyi: Withdraw, you are shameless and I want more.

Jiang Yanjin was probably suffering from a severe secondary illness. He was really not afraid of death when he said such a thing in the live broadcast. Even Song Ningyi saw that his number of fans dropped by [-] in an instant.

But Song Ningyi had no choice but to pretend that he didn't hear this sentence and get over it perfunctorily.It is impossible to agree to him, not agreeing to him will only make the fans of the two parties even more incompatible, and if they are not guaranteed, they will have to make a private appointment.

"Then today's live broadcast ends here, I am tired, and my concubines also rest early~" He quickly exited the live broadcast room.

The millet on his body fell off. After hearing Jiang Yanjin's confession, he almost died on the spot. Doesn't this person know that others hate him?I am uncomfortable in rushing.

"Ding——" the system prompts that 99+ new private messages have been received.

Most of them were private messages from fans, and there were also quite a few Qingqiu fans who insulted her with words. Song Ningyi can't control that much now, she just wants to go down and lock the doors and windows, in case this guy comes in in the middle of the night and does something wrong.

Just about to close the software, there was a "ding", and another private message was received.

Sender: Chu Qiao【Followed users】

[Congratulations on the victory, keep going. 】

A few short words, it seems that there is no special emotion mixed in, like a routine congratulations, but for Song Ningyi, no!one!Sample!

This is enough to prove that Qiaoqiao has been secretly paying attention to him all the time, but the system has never reminded him that he has entered the live broadcast room. Could it be that he also applied for a small spy screen like himself?

It's too much to commit crimes based on beauty.

Song Ningyi immediately went back:

[Thank you~ So you have been paying attention to me.Refill. 】

After a few minutes, the other party replied again:

[Refill?Do you need refills?what colour. 】

What a peerless cutie!I thought it was a stationery refill, so serious that I couldn't keep up with the trend of the times.

Song Ningyi: [Although it's a bit presumptuous, I like you and watch your live broadcast every day. If possible, can I have dinner together in private? 】

The other party replied without hesitation this time: [Sorry, I pay more attention to personal space. If you don't mind us, you can chat in private messages if we have nothing to do. 】

Although it was an expected answer, she was still a little disappointed. Song Ningyi felt as if she was being self-indulgent.

[Well, ヽ(￣▽￣)Okay, Qiaoqiao, if you have anything you want to eat, you can tell me, and I will send it to you. 】

Chu Qiao: [Well, thank you, I'll go to work then, go to bed early, good night. 】

Staring blankly at the message from Chu Qiao, Song Ningyi touched her heart subconsciously.

Only then did I realize that I had died a long time ago and had no heart, only consciousness supporting this shell-like body.

But even so, when he saw his ideal type, he couldn't help but send his eyes uncontrollably.

He buckled the door and window locks, dragged the sofa to the door with all his strength like a tracker on the Volga River, pushed it against the door, and buckled a small horse tie casually.

Song Ningyi clapped her hands and went to bed with peace of mind.

The snake-shaped hands on the clock dial circled around the dial at a constant speed. Occasionally, there were one or two beeps from the mobile phone in the quiet room. Song Ningyi was covered with a quilt, and his eyes were already sleepy.

He opened his mouth slowly, and blurted out a big yawn—

But it stopped abruptly!

"Yi~~Yi~~"

The muscles all over his body stiffened suddenly, Song Ningyi still opened his mouth halfway, and pricked up his ears vigilantly.

As if someone is calling your name?

The wind howled outside the window, like a woman crying.

Song Ningyi was stunned for a while, then slowly relaxed her body.

What, it turned out to be the wind, it seems that I am too sensitive.

Close your eyes again and continue the unfinished yawn just now.

"Yi~~Yi~~ Are you asleep?"

!!!

Not an illusion!It's not rumors either!This time I really heard someone calling my name!

Ji Ling sat up, and Song Ningyi clung to the head of the bed, like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, and the hairs on his body stood upside down in an instant.

"Yiyi~~Open the door~~It's so cold outside~~"

Although I had become a dead ghost long ago, I still couldn't adapt to the scene in a ghost movie for a while. The mournful cry aroused layers of goosebumps. Faces kept popping up in my head like mushrooms after rain.

"Yiyi, are you really asleep? Then I'll go in. I'll do nothing but come and see you." The indescribable voice that came from nowhere continued to tirelessly yell.

Song Ningyi's pupils dilated violently, and her eyelashes trembled slightly as her eyelids widened.

Sure enough, this house is haunted. Let’s just say, the rent in the center of the underworld where every inch of land is expensive is only two thousand and one month. Not long after I moved in, a cat demon and a knife disappeared mysteriously, and the haunted house did not escape.

There was a "click", and there was a strange sound from the window beside the bed.

Song Ningyi subconsciously followed the sound and looked over. A black shadow was cast on the light-colored curtains, cut to pieces by the folds of the curtains, with a strange shape.

Song Ningyi froze and couldn't move. She wanted to shout, but found that her voice was stuck in her throat and she couldn't make it.

"Ka Ka Ka" The hanging ring on the curtain suddenly moved by itself, rubbing against the thin rust layer on the surface of the curtain rod and moving slowly to both sides.

Song Ningyi swallowed, screaming frantically in her heart, but still no sound came out of her throat.

The two curtains slowly moved to both sides, and a palm-width gap appeared in the middle of the curtains. In the middle of this gap, the cold white moonlight shone down, reflecting a pale eye with a dark red pupil in the middle.

"Yiyi~~I'm coming in~~"

The strong desire to survive broke the rigidity of the muscles in an instant, Song Ningyi quickly turned over and got out of bed, grabbed the baseball bat by the bed and held it tightly in his hand:

"You, you, don't come here, I have asked the master to open this bat, just touch you a little, and you will be out of your wits."

There was a harsh bang of "chua", and the curtains in front of me automatically flew to both sides.

Looking over by the moonlight, Song Ningyi finally saw clearly the psychopath who played tricks under the windows of other people's houses in the middle of the night.

"Jiang Yanjin?"

The ghost outside the window tilted his head and smiled, put his fingers on his lower lip, pretending to be silly and sweet: "Huh? Yiyi, you haven't slept yet."

The window was slammed open, and the soles of the slippers with wavy patterns flew over from far to near, and then came into intimate contact with Jiang Yanjin's delicate little face.

"Damn, you're sick, why are you going crazy in the middle of the night?" Song Ningyi scolded angrily.

Jiang Yanjin staggered up while leaning on the window sill, touched the wavy pattern on his face, feeling aggrieved:

"You didn't answer the questions I asked you during the live broadcast. I was afraid that you didn't hear me, and I was always feeling uneasy, so I wanted to come and ask."

"If others don't answer, it means you disagree. If you find out, go back quickly." Song Ningyi really had no patience for him.

"Yiyi, is it that I am not good enough? You said I must change QAQ"

Although I don't know where this guy found out his own excellence, but it's not necessary.

"I'm sorry, I just want to be busy with my career, and I'm not interested in love." Song Ningyi just found a rejection template, pretending to be serious.

"But, but..." Jiang Yanjin pointed his two index fingers together.

"No, but, I'm sleepy, you should go to bed early, and don't come to harass me in the middle of the night again, good night."

Jiang Yanjin lingered outside the window for a long time, reluctant to leave for a long time, but seeing Song Ningyi eating the weights, she was determined, if she didn't leave, she would really freeze tonight in this icy and snowy place.

****

Early the next morning—

Song Ningyi: "The little bag smashed me into trouble!"

Little Hades: "I'm a tool man!"

As soon as they met, two voices sounded at the same time.

"I'll talk first, I'll talk first." Little Hades covered Song Ningyi's mouth with his meaty bun fist, "My side is more important!"

Song Ningyi: "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Little Hades had a tragic face, his little hands clenched into fists and he slapped his palms:

"Let me make a long story short. This Sunday is Pluto's millennium birthday, which is very commemorative. I need some beautiful dancers to cheer me up, but let alone beautiful ones, I can't find a few. You have to make up for it, and so do I. "