When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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"Dong dong."

Shao Cheng knocked on the door before entering, and then he opened the door and came in. He saw the well-behaved Qian Ling sitting by the bed at a glance, and his mood improved, "Your things are all inside."

"Thank you."

Qian Ling took her suitcase and took out the few clothes inside, "Can I hang it in the closet?"

"can."

Qian Ling opened the closet. Although Shao Cheng is an artist, the clothes he wears are simple and monotonous. Some of them can't even tell what brand they are, but from the texture point of view, they are more like handmade custom-made clothes.

And his clothes looked gaudy in comparison, Qian Ling blushed and hung the clothes beside him.

Only takes up a small area.

"Then I'll go change first." Qian Ling took out one of the clothes and went into the bathroom.

Shao Cheng stared at the two completely different painting styles in the closet. For some reason, he took out his mobile phone by accident, took a picture, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

Qian Ling on the other end changed his clothes, put on his short-sleeved shorts and came out, "I'll wash your clothes for you later."

"No, I haven't worn it for long, just give it to me."

Qian Ling respectfully handed the folded shirt to Shao Cheng, and said thank you again.

Shao Cheng took the clothes and paused when he hung them back in the closet.

The clothes carried the remaining body temperature of Qianling, and besides the original detergent smell, there was a hidden fragrance, which was not from any West Lake products.

Shao Cheng turned his head and looked at the boy sitting cross-legged by the bed.

Noticing his gaze, she smiled softly at him, the crescent-like smiling eyes were full of honey-like sweetness, and the faint fragrance seemed to be more intense.

Not only did Shao Cheng tighten his palms, but when he came back to his senses, the neatly pressed shirt had already been deeply creased by him.

"What's wrong?" Qian Ling asked suddenly.

"fine."

With secret panic, Shao Cheng stuffed the shirt into the innermost layer of the closet, and then closed the closet, his heart beat a few beats involuntarily.

The night was slowly falling. Due to some accidents in today's program, as compensation, the program team uncharacteristically did not make things difficult for the guests during today's dinner session.

Instead, they made a table full of dinner.

When Qian Ling came down from upstairs, the dining table was already full of people, but no one moved their chopsticks.

"Qianling, sit here!" Pei Zijing waved his hand to greet him, and pulled away the chair next to him, "I'll help you get all the dishes and chopsticks!"

Qian Ling glanced at Shao Cheng next to him, a little hesitant.

If it was the past, he would have passed without hesitation, but...

Shao Cheng said: "You don't need to worry about it, I will take care of my partner myself."

After speaking, he pushed back the chair that Pei Zijing had pulled away, and took Qian Ling to another direction.

Pei Zijing: "..."

fuck you.

Shao Cheng prepared the bowls and chopsticks for Qian Ling, and even dressed him thoughtfully, so he almost put the rice in his mouth.

Except for Qian Ling who was eating seriously at the dinner table, the rest of the people had dark faces, chewing the food more like Shao Cheng himself.

With a slight sarcasm on the corner of Shao Cheng's mouth, he turned the disc, picked up the nearest ribs indifferently, and put them into Qian Ling's bowl, "It tastes good, you should try it too."

"Thank you!" Qian Ling picked up the ribs and took a bite, with happiness written all over her face, "It's really delicious!"

"Then eat more, you are too thin."

While talking, Shao Cheng took food for others, completely forgetting to eat by himself, as if he could get full just by watching Qian Ling eat.

The audience said one after another:

[I won't say who is sour. ]

[Shaocheng, what's the matter with you, you are getting more and more proficient at serving people, you really deserve to be my wife's good dog. ]

[The other two stared at Shao Cheng and almost stared out of the hole, but my wife doesn't have the heart to look at you at all. ]

[I feel that if it turns into braised pork, the probability of standing out will be greater. ]

[Baby looks so cute eating obediently, it makes me want to show off two bowls of rice. ]

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Just when Qian Ling was almost finished eating, there was a sound of fluffy footsteps on the stairs.

An Qing walked downstairs with a pale face.

Even though he hadn't seen him for a few hours, his complexion was much worse, his lips were cracked and peeled, without a trace of blood.

Qianling paused, "Anqing, are you okay?"

An Qing didn't seem to hear his voice, she just pulled out the chair, sat down in the corner, and started eating without saying a word.

This scene is somewhat familiar.

A bad premonition arose in Qian Ling's heart, and she whispered, "An Qing, did you see something unclean?"

An Qing's chopsticks trembled, his throat constricted, he stood up abruptly and rushed to the kitchen sink, making the sound of vomiting.

A mass of dark and thick matter fell out, stained with his saliva and blood, and the squirming hair was like a slender worm, swimming with vitality.

An Qing's pupils shrank.

Footsteps and Qianling's voice came from behind him, "Are you all right, do you want to see a doctor?"

An Qing turned on the faucet with shaking fingers, flushed the hair into the sewer, turned around in a panic, as if hiding something, "I'm fine, it's just a stomachache."

Qian Ling frowned, her eyes fell on his mouth, she lowered her voice, and said in a volume that could be heard by both of them: "Did you also meet that brat? I was in the swimming pool during the day, and I was also entangled by it. .”

"Don't be afraid, I believe what you say."

An Qing looked at the beautiful boy who looked like a rose in front of him, his pupils trembled.

If it wasn't for him being rescued, why would that kind of ghost haunt me, and now I'm still hypocritically pitying myself, do you really think that everyone will like you?

An Qing pushed Qian Ling away forcefully.

Qian Ling took a few steps back and supported the cooking table to stand still. He still wanted to persuade him a few more words.

An Qing said coldly: "I don't know what you're talking about, I'm not feeling well, so I went up first."

"Leave him alone, let him go." Shao Cheng protected Qian Ling and brought him back to the dining table, "He's an adult now, if he's really uncomfortable, he'll find a way."

Having said that, they are both players after all.

Qian Ling went upstairs after eating, and wanted to talk to An Qing again.

The other side's door was closed and the lights were turned off.

Are you asleep?

Qian Ling hesitated and knocked on the door, but there was no sound from inside. He stood there for a while before turning around and leaving.

He returned to his room and called Lu Xiao from the balcony.

The call was picked up almost a second after dialing.

Lu Xiao said: "Are you enjoying the show or not, I have almost resolved it here, and I think I can go back soon."

Lu Xiao glanced back.

Ticks of blood trickled down his weapon and dripped into the dirt.

The ghosts under the ashes of the ruins piled up into mountains, howling in pain, and dissipated little by little in pain.

Qianling supported the railing with her hand, "Do you still remember An Qing%3F"

"An Qing?" Lu Xiao was silent for a long time, as if he had finally found this character in his memory, he frowned, "The one who always follows Wu Hao, the man who looks very weak?"

For a player of that quality, he should be able to cry several times with one punch.

Qian Ling said: "He is also in this copy."

"Tsk," Lu Xiao said, "stay away from him, this kind of person is not pure in mind, and will use any means to achieve his goals."

Thinking of An Qing's repulsive attitude towards him, Qian Ling hummed, and finally couldn't help saying: "He seems to be in trouble."

"That's his business, you protect yourself and wait for me to come back." Lu Xiao's tone softened, and said: "I miss you very much, you know?"

"Ah."

Qian Ling hung up the phone.

Clouds obscured the cool moonlight.

Lu Xiao regained his indifferent expression, with bloody weapons flying between his fingers, he approached the remaining little ghosts step by step, his eyes were cold and cruel.

Qian Ling returned to the room and met Shao Cheng who was sitting by the bed.

"Finished calling?"

Qian Ling nodded, he found that the bed that was originally on the sofa had been put away at some point, and Shao Cheng was sitting by the bed, "Where should I sleep tonight?"

Shao Cheng patted his side.

"how about you?"

"Sleeping next to you."

Qianling was stunned for a moment, did they sleep together?In this case, why did Shao Cheng sleep separately before, "I thought you were not used to sleeping with others."

Some people have poor sleep quality and find it difficult to share the same bed with others. He also thought that Shao Cheng was that kind of person.

Shao Cheng frowned slightly, and said in distress, "I'm really not used to it, but I want to get rid of this problem now, would you help me?"

The audience condemned:

[Are you embarrassed?That's what acting is for you? ]

[Wife, don't believe this liar, what does he want to change, he just wants to sleep with you! ]

[Bullying my wife is simple!smelly dog]

[Woooo baby, I also want to change this question, can you help me too? QAQ]

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