Chapter Sixty-Eight: Live Stream of PDA, Even a Stray Dog Loves to Watch

This live stream had viewers screaming like groundhogs the entire time.

The most expensive gift is the one that Brother Blank sends as soon as he logs in; he keeps sending it.

Gifts of this value would be reported across the entire internet if they were given even once. Today, they dominated the trending topics and propelled Anian's live stream to the top spot in its time slot.

Song Nian'an declined to comment on the practice of the boss giving gifts to his wife, with the money still ending up in his own pocket.

The game has started, the interface has changed, and we are waiting for the plane to take off.

Ah Nian smiled and said in a light voice, "Boss, where should we dance today?"

Wen Jing smiled and said, "I'll listen to you."

A-Nian covered her face.

The plane took off, and Anian still took Wen Jing with her to P City.

The comments section was filled with people enjoying the sweet moments, but also with haters.

"Isn't Ah Nian just making money by selling his face and buttocks? What's the difference between him and a male prostitute? The boss even personally sends him gifts. Either there are shady deals involved or the platform is rigging things!"

"I think so too. Those who deliberately try to gain attention in this way are not good people."

"This boss must have had something going on with A-Nian in private. It's not uncommon for the top-ranked tycoon to support a small-time streamer. He's even out there deceiving fans and making money. He's heartless."

Before jumping, Wen Jing frowned as he looked at the comments on his phone. Just as he was about to speak, Song Nian'an spoke first.

"You people are just sour grapes! I'll make you all jealous, so what! My boss loves spending money on me. He not only gives me gifts, but he also stands up for me on the spot, gives me red envelopes, and gives me gifts. I love Boss Blank the most!"

Wen Jing couldn't help but laugh. It was the first time he had heard Song Nian'an use such a tone to roast someone on a live stream. He paused for a moment, his fingers holding the mouse, and asked in a particularly magnetic voice, "Say the last sentence again."

[Oh my god, what did I just say?! My brain just didn't keep up with my mouth!]

The barrage of comments was going crazy, with groundhogs spamming the screen.

“I spoke up for Anian, and he said he likes Blank Boss the most!”

【Is it fun to tease me, Wen Jing? You specifically called me out!】

Wen Jing secretly sent a WeChat message on her phone.

Song Nian'an saw the message pushed to the screen, and a few lines of text lit up.

My dearest husband: Me too.

Who could resist such flirting?

Song Nian'an blushed and missed the best skydiving spot without noticing.

The two had no choice but to find a house to hide in.

Why is Ah Nian, who is usually so brave, acting cowardly today?

Blank didn't go out to kill anyone today either. Usually, he just follows behind Anian, helping him find sniper positions, or waiting for him to die so he can be the best rescuer.

Today, Blank followed Anian into the house and lay down next to the little streamer.

Ah Nian's voice was very soft, "Boss, hide well." It was as if the two of them were really in a room full of danger.

A viewer in the live chat asked a thought-provoking question:

"You two are really something, use the team mic! What's the point of speaking so quietly?"

“Boss,” Song Nian’an drawled, “if we’re discovered soon, we’ll have nothing left and we’ll all die here together.”

Song Nian'an's voice became childlike and sweet, making Wen Jing feel both happy and ticklish.

The two virtual characters stood close together, and Song Nian'an even squeezed closer to Wen Jing.

Wen Jing smiled and said, "Alright, stop fooling around."

[This is called reciprocity, responding to each move as it comes; I'm truly a clever one!]

Song Nian'an praised herself in her heart.

He knew that when Wen Jing said "stop messing around," he wasn't referring to the absurd idea of ​​dying together in the game, but rather that he shouldn't speak in that tone and voice.

Wen Jing couldn't take it anymore.

"Alright then, I'm going to kill someone, boss!" Song Nian stood up nimbly, picked up a small handgun at random, and started looking for someone.

The person they were matched with was fairly skilled; they rushed out, firing their pistols for a while without killing anyone, and were then mowed down by an AK.

Song Nian'an turned into a box in no time.

The live stream was filled with mockery of "A-Nian is definitely a comedic streamer".

A loud bang was heard in the empty room.

Blank Brother slid his fingertip, pulled out a grenade, and committed suicide for love.

After playing two more games, Song Nian'an felt a bit tired and prepared to end the broadcast.

A large number of comments on the screen said, "A friend of mine has cancer and wants to hear the streamer sing a song before he dies," expressing their desire to hear him sing.

Song Nian'an took out his guitar and began to play and sing.

David Tao's "Love Is Simple".

I forgot how it started

Maybe it's just for you.

There is a feeling

Suddenly I realized

I have fallen deeply in love with you

Song Nian'an sang each line beautifully.

Suddenly the comments section said

"A-Nian, you really are a singer whose talent was wasted on games."

"Mom, I'm really tempted this time!"

Just then, Song Nian heard someone pass by outside the room; it must be Wen Jing coming to find him.

He deliberately raised his voice and chatted with the viewers in the live chat for a while, then said with a grin, "I have someone I have a crush on, and I will always like him, for a lifetime."

The footsteps outside the door stopped.

Amidst the audience's infatuated rapture, Song Nian'an ruthlessly shut down the live stream.

When she looked up, her cheeks were pink.

December.

The sun rose slowly, and the alarm clock rang for several minutes before Song Nian'an realized it was already 7:30 in the morning.

In the early morning, the fragrance of tree branches and the scent of earth mingled in the air, enveloping joggers in a pleasant winter atmosphere.

Wen Jing, who had just returned from his morning run, gave Song Nian'an a good morning kiss and woke her up.

This morning, Song Nian'an was going to sign a contract, and Wen Jing had found two lawyers who were already waiting in the car.

After quickly changing her clothes and eating a quick bite, Song Nian'an went out.

Fortunately, the whole process went very smoothly. The lawyer carefully reviewed the contract, and the cooperation was finally reached happily.

Song Nian'an naturally received a small-budget web series investment from the Wen Group.

The driver took him to the Wen Group. Song Nian'an happily ran up and jumped into Wen Jing's arms, but she took a big step and Wen Jing ended up leaning against the wall.

Before the door to the president's office could even be closed, the president's wife was caught red-handed by employees in a provocative act of forcibly kissing the president.

The thing office workers love to talk about most at work is their boss's gossip.

The group chat is so busy I can't keep up with it all.

"Heavens above! My sweet little wife forcefully kisses the domineering CEO! Office play is something even a country bumpkin like me would love to watch!!!"

"I swear on my life, they were really kissing really hard, I could hear it from the doorway!!!"

"That's enough! You think I can't see what happened from downstairs?!"

Song Nian'an only calmed down after the manager came and knocked on the door.

[Haven't you kissed enough yet? Who's the inconsiderate one who's going to come in now!]

Wen Jing's back stiffened slightly, and he suddenly realized that the door was not closed.

He tried to find his voice and said in a calm tone, "Go to the conference room, I'll be right there."

He went to close the door, then turned back, his eyebrows gradually rising as he unconsciously hugged the person tighter. "Don't do this again next time. At least... lock the door."

Song Nian'an grinned mischievously.

It's not like I'm dealing with thousands of employees every day. Whoever feels awkward should close down.

Wen Jing, "You..."

Wen Jing helped Song Nian'an straighten her coat, then turned to the side and bit her earlobe, making a sharp sound with her teeth, "You little brat who needs to be disciplined, you'll be sorry tonight."

Song Nian'an rubbed her neck, feeling itchy. "Sorry, boss, I have a date with Liuxiang Wan tonight!"

Xiao Wu naturally became Song Nian'an's personal assistant, since it would be much easier to use someone she was familiar with.

Over this period of time, Song Nian'an has been working on the design plans for the guesthouse at the foot of the mountain. He has also found a construction team and is preparing to start the renovation.

There was still my grandmother in a coma, and I was really worried about her.

At noon, Wen Jing brought Song Nian'an to the hospital to visit her grandmother.

The smell of disinfectant can be terrifying; it's a feeling of facing the unknown of death, and also of facing the guilt of not being able to change the past.

"Has Li Wanru not been found yet?" Song Nian'an asked.

Finding someone should be a piece of cake for Wen Jing, but Li Wanru has been missing for almost a month since her grandmother's accident, and she still hasn't been found.

Unless she is no longer in S City.

There is only this one explanation.

Wen Jing said, "I had someone check the hotel records and bank statements at the police station, but there were no clues. The only explanation is that Li Wanru is currently being controlled by someone else, and I suspect that person is Wen Siyan."

Song Nian'an didn't expect Wen Jing to make such a firm judgment.

All he can do now is pray that his grandmother can get through this difficult time.

Pushing open the door to the ward, Wen Liansheng was still standing by the bedside.

Wen Jing called out "Grandpa," and Song Nian'an followed suit.

Wen Liansheng said, "Wen Jing, come outside for a moment, I have something to tell you."

The grandfather and grandson walked out one after the other.

Song Nian'an sat on the edge of the bed, picked up the novel she had brought, and found that Grandpa Wen had already read three books to Grandma, with careful creases left at each pause.

The creases are the love that Grandpa didn't want to express much.

Song Nian'an slowly unfolded the last fold, smoothed out the page, and continued reading.

His fingertips suddenly trembled, his brows furrowed, and he closed the novel with one hand.

Grandma's fingers seemed to be moving.