While the two were talking, Wen Xia's bedroom door quietly opened. Wen Da'e has always been good at opening doors.
Unfortunately, this time, Wen Xia caught it red-handed and grabbed it as soon as it jumped out.
"Meow——"
Even when the cute little kitten is angry, its voice is still as cute as acting coquettish.
But when Ah Moo heard this cat's cry, he couldn't stand it anymore, and rushed into Lin Fengqi's room with a posture that could be said to be farting and pissing.
Wen Xia held Wen Da'e in his arms and stroked it, trying to comfort its weak heart, and saw Lin Fengqi staring at the cat son in his arms, wondering what he was thinking.
He stretched out a hand and waved it in front of the man's eyes: "What are you looking at?"
Lin Fengqi retracted his gaze, took the cat toy back to the house, and closed the door.
Wen Xia knocked on the door and said, "If you don't let Ah Moo out for the time being, I'll let Wen Da'e walk outside."
Lin Fengqi's cold voice came through the door: "Yeah."
Wen Xia curled his lips, put Wen Da'e on the ground, rubbed its chin, and whispered; "Son, it seems that your stepfather really doesn't like you. But it's okay, your real father is here, you are your father's favorite little cat."
The little cat rubbed his hand while snoring.
In the room, Lin Fengqi waved a cat toy in front of Ah Moo's nose. The sound of the jingle bell aroused the dog's interest, but it smelled the scent on it, whimpered twice and lay down again.
Lin Fengqi sat next to the doghouse and teased it with the cat toy again.
Ah Moo said that I am a dog and don’t know what a cat toy is, and turned his head away. He
is in a bad mood.
Lin Fengqi: “…”
He persisted in pushing the cat toy towards him again, and Ah Moo became even angrier. He slapped the floor with his paws, raised his head and looked at his father. A pair of dog eyes that couldn’t tell whether the hair on the body was darker or the eyes were darker looked at him pitifully.
Sometimes Lin Fengqi found it hard not to feel that his dog’s majestic physique and breed were wasted.
“…Wen this,” he said stiffly, “you are not allowed to fight with Wen Da Pigeon in the future.”
Ah Moo: “Oh.”
Lin Fengqi: “Don’t act coquettishly.”
Ah Moo lay back pitifully, and used his paws to pull the cat toy into his arms.
Lin Fengqi's expression relaxed a little. He touched its smooth and shiny fur, pondered for a moment, and took out his mobile phone. He opened the browser input box and typed: How to build a good relationship with cats?
Search, and a wide variety of related entries were refreshed.
Don't force the cat to hold, feed the cat more, let it know that you will not harm it, play with the cat more, don't force it to do things it doesn't like when it protests...
One post also said: No method is better than winter, in winter, cats will naturally grow on your legs.
Lin Fengqi opened the calendar and took a look. There is still a month before the beginning of winter.
No, he can't wait that long.
He looked down and someone else said: If you are visiting someone else's house, I personally think it is better to build a good relationship with the cat owner than with the cat. Kittens can also distinguish between close and distant. Also, if you have a good relationship with the cat owner, the cat owner will also sell his own furry children to you
for fun , haha
... He started broadcasting suddenly, without even posting on Weibo, catching the audience and the moderator off guard. Even so, the number of viewers increased rapidly in a short while. [Grandma, the anchor you follow has started broadcasting! ] [Do you still remember the live broadcast room? ] [Moderator, please ban this unknown person who replaced the anchor! Oh, it turned out to be me, so it’s okay] [What’s broadcasting today? ] [How long do we have to wait for "Flower of the End"? Oh, give me a trial version, boss.] "Flower of the End" is the game Wen Xia is working on now. The bullet screen was scrolling quickly. He glanced at it briefly, adjusted his microphone, and said, "The production progress of "Flower of the End" has been announced on Weibo. You can go and have a look. The trial version will be available at the end of this month." "I'll just play some small games today. I don't have much time, so I won't play games that last more than two hours." Wen Xia has only been live streaming on Whale TV for two years, but it's not an exaggeration to say that he is one of the pillars of the game area. At first, he didn't want to do it himself. A retired former e-sports player in his circle of friends asked him to play in a double row during a live broadcast. That live broadcast was full of accidents for them, but for the audience, the show was a great success, and the live broadcast response was the best one before and after that period. Later, that friend dragged Wen Xia to play games together a few times, and the feedback was still good. What's more, he even said directly in the live broadcast room that he came to see him. As you can imagine, the barrage was so noisy because of this sentence that they had to suspend the live broadcast to mediate. After that, Wen Xia simply opened his own live broadcast room, so that even if he played games with that friend again, the two audiences could at least keep their distance. Not to mention that he found that it was more convenient to promote his own games with a live broadcast room. Kill two birds with one stone, why not do it. Wen Xia was flipping through his Steam, and suddenly caught a glimpse of a striking entry prompt. [5140005 enters the live broadcast room] The next second, the live broadcast room was flooded with gifts. It was still the largest amount, and it kept flooding for about twenty gifts. [I'm dizzy, brother, the digital boss is still so ruthless and doesn't talk much] [Every time I see the blue whale model flooding the screen, I know that the digital boss is coming] [The boss came quickly today, has he been waiting for the live broadcast for a long time like us? Hahahaha] [The digital boss is so fierce today, Comrade Xia must broadcast something that our boss likes? ] 5140005: [Just broadcast what you like. ] [Fuck, who did you spoil]
[Who is being pampered]
[Who is being pampered]
[Who is being pampered]
…
Wen Xia touched his nose and said, “Forget it, let’s just chat for a while today. I didn’t get enough rest last night, and I fell asleep after playing for a while.”
The comments were concerned about his health, and some asked if he was too tired from playing games, and asked him to pay attention to rest. It doesn’t matter if there are more “Flowers of the End” waiting.
Wen Xia: “It’s not the fault of the game…”
5140005: [Did you move? I remember you recognize your bed. ]
Wen Xia was stunned: “Yes, you moved… How did you know?”
5140005: [The ambient sound in your room is different from before, and there is a little echo. ]
Damn. You
can hear this? What kind of ears do you have.
[??? Why didn’t I hear that?]
[This is also okay??? ]
[Digital boss, you love him so much]
[Digital boss, you love him so much]
[Digital boss, you love him so much]
…
“If you keep spamming, I’ll call the house manager,” Wen Xia threatened, “and who sent this barrage? My house is bare, so there is an echo… Can’t I just have a big room? I wake up from a 10,000 square meter bed every day, and I have to drive to the bathroom… What car? Nonsense, it must be a shared bike! We need to be environmentally friendly, you know, global warming is so serious now…”
Wen Xia responded to the barrage in a disjointed manner, and suddenly a new message popped up in the background.
5140005: [Are you okay? If you are too tired, go off the air and go to sleep. ]
This generous digital boss started giving gifts to him as soon as he opened the live broadcast room, and he has never missed a live broadcast in the past two years. Wen Xia approached him and wanted him to be the room manager, but he said he was busy with work and just wanted to relax by watching the live broadcast. Don’t be fooled by the vigorous barrage of comments. In fact, this was the first time Wen Xia received a private message from him after the room manager invitation.
Wen Xia was stunned for a moment and replied: [No problem, I’ll broadcast for a while.]
5140005: [Don’t force yourself.]
Wen Xia: [I know.]
There are people who care about Wen Xia in private messages. Every time I open Weibo, there are a lot of messages in the background that I can’t handle. There are fewer on the live broadcast platform.
But I don’t know why, the concern of this digital boss makes Wen Xia feel uncomfortable.
Maybe it was because the audience usually made too much noise, just like when they were in school, a boy and a girl who were just discussing homework together were teased by the whole class as a couple. In serious cases, it might directly lead to two classmates becoming awkward strangers who avoid each other when they meet.
Wen Xia closed the private message, and there were already a lot of messages on the screen:
[Where is the anchor? ]
[Why did you suddenly stop talking? Did you fall asleep? ]
[Shocked! The popular game anchor actually slept on the live broadcast! ]
[Where is the property manager? Kick the anchor out]
...
Wen Xia hurriedly said: "Who is it? Who wants to kick me out?"
At this time, the live broadcast room popped up another eye-catching entry message: [Return to enter the live broadcast room]
As soon as this person entered the live broadcast room, he left a message: [Stop talking, we are short one player for PUBG 2, come quickly. ]
[Turtle God! ]
[Turtle God is here to catch Zhuang Ding again]
[Tsk tsk tsk, just now he was playing in a four-person team, and now he’s directly catching people to play in a two-person team, you’re amazing]
[Tsk tsk tsk]
[Tsk tsk tsk]
…
Wen Xia: “No, I don’t want to eat.”
Gui Qulai: [What, Master, are
you angry? ] Wen Xia: “I’m annoying your Master.” Gui
Qulai: [You’re really not coming? I played really well today, I just ate five chickens in a row]
Wen Xia: “Then you play in a single-person team, I’m sleepy, I’ll fall asleep soon.” Gui
Qulai is the retired player who dragged Wen Xia to live broadcast a two-person team. Now he has invested in a club, and his professional career can be said to be recorded in the annals of e-sports history. He is called "Turtle God" because of his sloppy and dog-like playing style. He is a turtle who is good at psychological warfare.
He throws SC as if it is free, and the barrage is screaming.
Just when Wen Xia was arguing with him, ten blue whale model gifts suddenly appeared on the screen.
[??? Digital boss is awesome]
[It's so funny, the boss is jealous and just gives gifts]
[Fight, fight]
[Ten turtle gods will come? ]
Seeing that the topic is deviating in an increasingly strange direction, Wen Xia quickly interrupted: "No more chat, no more chat, I'm going to bed, everyone should go to bed early, good night."
After saying that, he ended the broadcast at the speed of light.
The phone vibrated, and Guiqulai sent him a WeChat message: [You are running away so fast? ]
Wen Yixia: [I’m really sleepy, brother. I couldn’t sleep the whole night last night.]
Guiqulai: [Okay, then you take a rest and we’ll play next time.]
Wen Xia stretched his back, turned off the computer and went to take a shower. He was really sleepy and fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.
——He really recognizes his bed.
The live broadcast room was empty. Lin Fengqi closed the webpage, clicked on the work document and continued to work overtime. Before
he knew it, it was late at night. When he looked at the time again, it was already past one in the morning and Ah Moo had already slept for three nights.
He turned off the computer and wondered if Wen Xia slept well...
He also blamed himself for not preparing some calming and sleep-inducing things in the bedroom in advance.
But now he couldn’t open the door to check on his room, right?
Knocking on the door was not an option. What if he finally fell asleep and was woken up by him knocking on the door?
But if he still can't sleep well...
Lin Fengqi frowned, lingered at the door of Wen Xia's room for a while after taking a shower, and finally went back to his room.
The night was deep, everything was quiet, and everyone was asleep.
The door opened quietly. The sound of footsteps echoed slowly in the corridor, then to the living room, going back and forth, click, click.
In his drowsiness, Lin Fengqi felt something lifted his quilt and came in.
Warm.
He suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head in surprise.
In the pitch-black darkness, the man breathed evenly, and even pulled his quilt and turned around, wrapping himself up like a silkworm pupa.
"..."
Lin Fengqi's brain was a little out of control.
After a moment, he said softly: "Wen Xia?"
There was no response, the silkworm pupa was sleeping soundly.
He fell silent.
After sitting quietly on the bed for a while, Lin Fengqi slowly lay down again. He moved a little closer to the bed, keeping a distance from Wen Xia.
Can Pu suddenly kicked his legs.
Lin Fengqi's body stiffened slightly, and his breathing unconsciously lightened.
"Fang Huai, you..."
After kicking his legs, Can Pu murmured something, and the rest of the words were mumbled in his throat and could not be heard clearly.
Lin Fengqi was stunned, frowning.
Fang Huai?
Who is this?
The author has something to say:
Mr. Lin: There is the Turtle God in front and Fang Huai behind, what about me?
Xia Zai: Hello, Party A, goodbye, Party A.
Mr. Lin:.
*SC refers to eye-catching messages, which can be understood as spending money to put your own words in the face of the anchor.