Chapter Ninety-Four: Live Dancing

I finished work at midnight.

He closed his laptop, rested for a minute, and then opened it again.

He skillfully opened A-Nian's live stream from his favorites.

The comments section erupted in cheers.

"Welcome to the live stream room, Brother Blank, Boss Wen Jing, and husband Anian."

"Welcome to the live stream room, Brother Blank, Boss Wen Jing, and husband Anian."

"Welcome to the live stream room, Brother Blank, Boss Wen Jing, and husband Anian."

...

Song Nian'an is currently live streaming intently.

Wen Jing clicked his tongue, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

Perhaps because I had taken a shower beforehand, my skin looked clearer.

But why was she wearing loose pajamas with a V-neck that revealed her beautiful collarbones?

The audience had been drooling for ages.

"Even I, President Wen, am completely captivated."

"Sisters, does anyone understand my 'xP'?"

"Mr. Wen, stop hiding, just appear on camera! Let's be in the same frame!"

Wen Jing, who understands live streaming, sent a comment: "A-Nian won't let me in."

The live chat exploded again.

"No entry! Where are you not allowed to go?!"

"Do you two usually live separately?"

"A-Nian, something's really wrong with you!"

"In the same frame! In the same frame! In the same frame!"

With a gunshot, Song Nian'an and Cheng Letian won the chicken dinner.

Only then did I have some free time to check the comments.

Sure enough, that idiot Cheng Letian started causing trouble again.

"Didn't you just say that you couldn't win if you didn't carry me? Now that we've won, you have to keep your word."

At that time, Song Nian'an and Cheng Letian were bickering, and Song Nian'an said, "If you don't drag us down this time and we win the game, I'll grant you one small request."

Such a "small condition" has really dug a hole for himself to jump into.

Shi Chao's voice came from over there.

"I think Anian looks a lot like a member of a Korean boy band, so how about he does a little dance? He's acted in web dramas before, so he'll definitely have a good sense of the camera."

Wen Jing was unsure whether Shi Chao was an ally or an enemy, and wondered why he didn't let Cheng Letian dance to a girl group song.

The audience was already ready to record the screen when they heard this.

Cheng Letian chimed in, "Everyone's watching! If a big streamer goes back on her word, she'll really embarrass the platform. You don't even protect your own husband's company? I'm not watching anymore!"

Fans followed suit.

"Yes, I'm not watching anymore!"

Song Nian'an stood up, and the stool behind her wisely rolled away on its own.

Although I'm not an expert, I did learn a little bit of street dance before.

He was looking for the most popular songs recently.

I've seen many people record dance cover videos at school before.

As the rhythm began, Song Nian'an revealed her entire body.

Cheng Letian, on the other end of the computer, hugged Shi Chao and excitedly started dancing along.

Queencard...

To be fair, Song Nian'an's dance moves are worthy of the number of viewers he has on his live streams.

He has good coordination, long legs and a slim waist, and he also has a good sense of facial expression control. His dancing is really captivating.

The neckline of the pajamas was opened even wider, and with a few shoulder shrugs, the collar of the pajamas slipped down uncontrollably, exposing the entire side of the shoulder.

Then pat your butt...

No, it's too hot!

Wen Jing's attention was completely drawn to the half-concealed neckline.

But then, he got angry.

Just a few lines in the chorus of the climax made Wen Jing want to eat someone alive.

"This is borderline! The person in charge should step in and do something about it!"

"Remember to call me if you get divorced. I earn a million a year, drive luxury cars, and can support you!"

"Ahhhhh, I love watching my wife wiggle her hips and butt, it's so cool!"

"I have a friend who has cancer. Before he died, he wanted to see Anian dance in a bunny costume!"

Song Nian'an smiled happily as she read the praise in the comments.

They seemed not to notice the footsteps.

Song Nian'an, slightly out of breath, was leaning on the corner of the table with one hand. Just as she was about to put on her headphones and tell Cheng Letian that she was done playing and needed to rest, Wen Jing rushed in.

He covered the camera with one hand and kissed her while cupping the back of her head with the other.

Although the screen went black, quick-eyed fans had already spotted the figure.

The sound of their wet, panting breaths during the live stream instantly made viewers blush and their hearts race, making them think about what they were doing.

The words "I want to see!!!" filled the screen.

After regaining his freedom of speech, Song Nian'an quickly turned off the computer.

"Husband, don't..." Before she could finish speaking, Wen Jing took off his pajamas like peeling a banana.

The immense impact had left Wen Jing utterly aggressive, his ferocious strength making it seem as if he wanted to devour Song Nian'an whole.

My body felt amazing; I was already quite hot after dancing.

"Come up."

Wen Jing sat in Song Nian'an's gaming chair and patted his butt.

"You jumped very well, don't jump like that next time."

The words "The streamer has ended the broadcast" are displayed in large letters on a black background.

Wen Siyan stared intently, his gaze fixed on her.

After the live stream ended, he sent a lot of gifts and immediately climbed to the top of the leaderboard.

The top spot is no longer vacant.

It's a person called "Countdown Ten Minutes," whose profile picture is a timer.

The next day, the two went out together as usual, only to find that the vegetables they had planted by the door had all been dug up.

Song Nian'an felt heartbroken. After taking care of him for more than half a year, she experienced the despair of farmers whose crops were destroyed.

I didn't think much of it; it was probably just some stray dog ​​or some kid playing a prank.

They drove off.

Jin Chu's underlings followed closely behind.

The people in the car were exhausted. The four of them had been working in shifts, day and night, for almost a week, but there hadn't been any movement.

With a loud crash, the glass shattered.

A figure climbed in through the window.

Wen Siyan's face was now covered in stubble, with stray hairs obscuring his face; he was no longer the spirited man he once was.

Yesterday, someone hacked into Wen Jing's home security camera. Right now, the footage should still show a cat lying down and sleeping.

And those stupid police officers only know how to protect their travel safety.

But Si Yan was not afraid at all; the more they tried to catch him, the more excited he became.

Seeing that the newcomer was hostile, Zhihua's pupils dilated, and she extended her claws as if to attack.

Wen Siyan pulled a knife from his pocket and stabbed it straight into the cat's abdomen.

After uttering a few weak groans, the cat had already lost its vitality.

"What kind of stray cat dares to come at me? Hahahaha." Wen Siyan laughed even louder.

Instead of immediately pulling out the knife, he slid it down the handle and opened the cat's belly.

Zhihua, who was not yet completely dead, twitched her nerves and passed away in terror.

Song Nian'an felt a sudden tightness in her chest as soon as she arrived at the company, as if something had happened without warning.

A phone call came in.

It's SF Express, and payment is due upon delivery.

Song Nian'an thought about it and realized that she didn't have anything to do today, so she told Wen Jing that she would go home to get her things first and then come back to look for him.

After hanging up the phone, I turned and walked back.

Wen Siyan turned off the voice changer, twirling the knife handle with his fingertips, sitting among them, unable to hide his excitement.