Aside from the spammers who kept spamming the chat, everyone else in the comments section fell silent after Shan Song's nonchalant glance.
After a while, even those strange symbols disappeared, and the entire live stream fell silent. The number of online viewers in the upper right corner seemed to be just a fabricated figure. The abrupt situation made those who had just entered the live stream observe in silence, and no one dared to speak first.
Through the screen, all that could be seen was the couple "playing around" in the live stream. Qi Changzhou, who had just been busy censoring prohibited words in various languages, leaned back in his office chair and rolled his eyes. Who knew that he almost choked when he received this message: Thank you, sister-in-law! Thank you, Rainbow!
Tong Zhao was unaware that his Alpha had almost gotten into a battle with viewers in the live stream. He was taking pictures of the scenery in the distance with his phone. Winter had just ended, and the air was still chilly. Shan Song noticed that Tong Zhao's fingertips were turning white as he held the phone, so he reached out and gently touched them.
"So cold?" He frowned, took the phone, wrapped it around both of Tong Zhao's hands and tucked it into his abdomen, then looked back at the motorcycle parked in place: "I didn't think it through."
"It has nothing to do with riding a bike. My gloves were still warm when I took them off! There's a guard plate on the handlebars."
“It’s outdoors, the heat will dissipate in no time.” Tong Zhao smiled and touched his face. Although it warmed him for a while, it was still cold compared to his face. Shan Song simply reached out and pressed his hand against his face to warm it up: “I’ll ride it in a bit.”
Tong Zhao tilted her head: "You've learned it?"
I've ridden in my wife's car before, and I'm satisfied with Dansong. It's just a motorcycle; anyone with hands can ride it.
However, it's better to be humble. He said, "It's no problem for my wife to teach me."
So for the rest of the journey, Shan Song took over the ride with Tong Zhao. Tong Zhao was initially worried, but Shan Song got the hang of it very quickly. After circling the small roads twice, he became quite skilled and even started to worry about whether it would be convenient for Tong Zhao to pull the suitcase. Only after Tong Zhao repeatedly assured him that he could really carry it did he feel a little more at ease.
After Shan Song took over the riding position, Tong Zhao was blocked by his figure, and not even a corner of his clothes could be seen. Tong Zhao reached out to look at Shan Song, who was focused on riding the bike in front of him, and then secretly took out his tablet to check the live broadcast room.
The first thing that catches the eye is Shan Song's superior jawline. Tong Zhao stared at it for a while before noticing the strangeness in the live stream.
Everyone seemed to be influenced by Jiang Li, using very polite language. What puzzled Tong Zhao the most was why everyone was thanking him.
Just as Tong Zhao was frowning in thought, Shan Song suddenly spoke to him again. Afraid that Shan Song would find out that he had been watching the live stream, Tong Zhao quickly turned off the tablet, put his arm around Shan Song's waist, and suppressed his doubts.
Rong Mo originally intended to switch seats with Jiang Li, but was ruthlessly suppressed by his unreasonable darling, and could only continue to feel stifled in the back seat. By the time they arrived at their destination, his legs were numb.
Jiang Li was still feeling guilty, so she kept asking him how he was warming up as they walked, trying her best to be a sweet little darling. Her "sweetness" almost made Rong Mo laugh in exasperation. Seeing the two people huddled together next to him, he pulled them over to warm their hands as well. He touched them and found that the little rascal's palms were already warm, even warmer than his own: "..."
Jiang Li was craning her neck to look at the venue set up by the production crew in the distance when she was pulled over. She was initially confused, but when she saw Tong Zhao, she suddenly realized what was going on and winked at Rong Mo, "Ah Mo, you need to warm your hands? Come on, come on! I'll warm them for you, I'm the most considerate~"
Tong Zhao listened to the increasingly lively voices beside him, and looked at the Alpha who was thoughtfully warming his hands. He smiled, but also felt a little helpless: "It's okay, I didn't ride a bike this time, so I don't need to warm my hands."
Dan Song put Tong Zhao's hand in his pocket and muttered, "Your hands are so cold even without riding a bike... This won't do. You still need to exercise a little and then go back and replenish your qi and blood."
"..." What should I do if my husband is obsessed with exercising?
They walked and stopped along the way, taking nearly two hours to reach their destination. After walking for a while longer, they arrived at the place designated by the production team and learned that the other two groups of guests had already arrived.
The four followed the staff's directions and walked into a small villa.
Jiang Li whispered to the others about the guests inside. Shan Song and Tong Zhao already knew, so they didn't participate in the discussion but just echoed a few words. However, as they listened, the two of them secretly exchanged a glance, and a hint of surprise appeared in their pupils.
Surprisingly, the young master guessed it right away and his analysis was so logical and well-founded.
While I was surprised, I also felt a strange sense of reason. Otherwise, how could they always leave their opponents speechless with their insults? Besides their offensive power, logic is also essential.
Tong Zhao silently memorized the key points, but then suddenly realized something was wrong. He had actually started seriously studying how to argue. He was both amused and exasperated, glancing at Shan Song's profile with a hint of reproach. He had truly been brainwashed by this man's repetitive nature.
Noticing the gaze, Shan Song raised one eyebrow. His wife was unusually temperamental today; it was a rare sight. He decided to tease her a little.
At the same time, Rong Mo and Jiang Li exchanged a glance and reached a tacit understanding. It seems that the couple really knew the inside story.
In the living room.
The other two couples were sitting at opposite ends of the sofa, following the rule of doing their own thing and not interfering with each other.
Because of the old grudges between Shan Song, Geng Keli, and the Qin family, Qi Yan only exchanged a few perfunctory words with Qin Chong and the others after meeting them before focusing all his attention back on Luan Yining.
Luan Yining was acting very differently from the start of the live broadcast this morning. She was usually very passive and quiet, but this morning she took the initiative to say several words to him, even more enthusiastic than when they first got married. While Qi Yan was happy, he also tasted a bit of bitterness. He felt that the harmony of the past few days was actually Luan Yining's last act of kindness towards him, and that she was just using this program to say a final goodbye to him.
This suspicion lingered in his mind, like a chaotic black fog shrouding his heart, and the feeling of not being able to find a way out made him extremely anxious.
In front of the camera, Qi Yan tried his best to hide his true feelings, but after being together for so long, how could Luan Yining not notice, especially since he checked the live stream almost every few minutes?
Their live stream initially had the fewest viewers among the groups, but because they met up with Qin Chong and Geng Keli early on, their superior looks and status, coupled with their curiosity about ordinary people, attracted many fans from the show itself and other guests.
The current comments don't seem to have noticed anything unusual about the atmosphere between them, but if Qi Yan continues in his current state, some sharp-eyed viewers might point it out.
Just then, a noise came from outside the door. Taking the opportunity, Luan Yining took the tablet from Qi Yan's hand, tapped the back of his hand with her fingertip, and indicated that the guest had arrived.
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