There was a moment of silence in the barrage.
Pan Shu glanced at him and said, "You don't know him."
The ID "L" gave away ten sports cars:
[Okay, what's his name?]
The continuous gift special effects were dazzling, and L quickly topped the reward list.
The barrage also came back to its senses:
[Fuck, the top guy on the list is really rich, he must be interested in Qiao Qiao? ?]
【Live Version of Overbearing President Oo】
Qiao Qiao is really making progress. First, there was D God leading the team, then there was the provocation of the Weary God, and now here comes this rich fool.
Because it was a live broadcast, Cen Juan could also see the comments from Ban Shu's side.
He raised his eyebrows lazily and said "tsk" lightly, "Very good."
Pan Shu opened her eyelids and said, "Don't be sarcastic."
The young man casually unscrewed the cap of the mineral water bottle, tilted his head back and took a sip. His Adam's apple protruded from his slender white neck, and he slid around in a sexy and lazy manner. A few drops of transparent water flowed down his jaw and into his collar.
It inexplicably arouses people's desire.
He smiled, "It seems there are still some people who fall for your tricks."
Pan Shu lowered her eyes, her brows tinged with a hint of anxiety, and her tone was a bit sarcastic, "Do you want to eat?"
The boy was stunned: "What?"
Pan Shu moved closer to the microphone and lowered her voice. Her originally sweet and soft girlish voice became cool and seductive. She curled her lips and spoke slowly and long, with a hint of drunkenness that made people's tailbone numb.
"You buy this? Huh?"
She teased him on purpose.
Cen Juan slowly tightened his fingertips around the mineral water bottle cap until his finger bones turned white, then he suddenly released them.
He raised his eyebrows with a hint of a smile, "Just like that."
"Just like that?" Pan Shu asked teasingly. The next second she chuckled softly, "Oh."
【Ahhh I eat! I eat!】
【Jojo voice actor monster! 】
[I am dead, Qiao Qiao kills me——]
The young man lowered his eyes and slowly glanced at the barrage of comments, his fingertips paused, and his brows and eyelashes drooped loosely.
He twitched the corners of his lips irritably.
"Oh" what.
Is she just saying "oh"?
She is so sharp-tongued, why did she only say one word to him?
oh.
So annoying.
Pan Shu glanced at the time and remembered the purpose of today's live broadcast. She put on a fake businesslike smile and said, "Of course, although Juanshen is terrible at games, his hard work and dedication are undeniable."
She paused for two seconds and said, "This spirit... is worth learning for all of us."
“…”
Cen Juan was so angry that he laughed. He fiddled with the keyboard lazily, "Are you trying to praise me with a subtle criticism? Huh?"
He has a nice voice, the kind that is most attractive to young girls.
Low, lazy, and with a natural nonchalance.
"Then come here." said Pan Shu.
Cen Juan changed his posture, leaning forward slightly, the water droplets on his sunken collarbone reflecting a cold light, "Hmm."
"What do you want me to say?"
He hadn't expected Pan Shu's answer at all. After asking, he continued to talk to himself, "Reconciliation?"
The boy chuckled lazily.
"Actually, I'm not wrong. You're quite pretentious... Well, but let's end this matter here. I shouldn't waste my time on such boring people and things anymore."
Pan Shu curled her lips in interest: "Oh."
The smile in Cen Juan's eyes faded slightly.
【It’s over, the tired god is angry.】
[Ahhh, will the Weary God scold Qiao Qiao and make her cry? ]
[The last person on srds who offended the God of Weary has already quit the internet...though that person wasn't a good person either...]
Ban Shu glanced at the comments and raised her eyebrows provocatively, "You want to scold me?"
"Okay, that's pretty ungraceful."
"When did you hear me scold you?"
Cen Juan laughed angrily, "I haven't even scolded you yet, and you're already accusing me of something...?"
Pan Shu tapped the microphone carelessly, ignored him, and said to the netizens in the live broadcast room:
"Anyway, this is what happened. Fans should stop arguing about it. It's not worth it."
After saying that, the live broadcast ended.
Not long after the live broadcast ended, a friend request appeared on my phone.
The remarks are three words: "Ji Qinglin".
Pan Shu was stunned, clicked the "Agree" button, thought for two seconds and typed: "How do you know my contact information?"
The sky was dark and gloomy.
The moon tonight is not very round or bright. It is hidden behind the dark clouds, emitting only a faint hazy glow.
Across the apartment, a man with a cold expression stood in front of the French window, holding a cup of cold coffee in his hand.
The faint moonlight shone on his delicate and noble face.
There is an inexplicable sense of sacredness and inviolability.
Ji Qinglin lowered his eyes. From his angle, he could clearly see the girl lying lazily on the sofa typing like a cat. He chuckled softly.
Opening his phone, he raised his eyebrows and typed:
[I asked the property management for it. I hope you don’t mind.]
The phone on the sofa rang.
Pan Shu picked it up and saw that it was from Ji Qinglin. She raised her eyebrows and asked, "Really?"
How come she doesn't believe it at all?
But she didn't reply any more. After taking a shower, she fell into a deep sleep.
A few days passed in peace.
Ban Shu looked at the girl in the mirror. She had a slim and graceful figure, with a pair of beautiful eyes that were slightly closed and bright and charming. Because of the fusion of her soul and this body, her appearance now tended more towards Ban Shu's real beauty.
Soft and fluffy hair hangs on shoulders like seaweed.
Her skin was fair and bright, her facial features were delicate, her lips were full and crimson, and when she slightly curled her lips, she looked as cool and gentle as moonlight.
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