In addition to live broadcasts and food shows, Lin’s later years also require Sang Zhaoguang to edit videos and pay attention to the movements of his neighbors. After all, this is a meeting between a sister and a brother. If they had met earlier, Sang Zhaoguang would have been rich.
Sang Zhaoguang is rich now, is it still far from him being rich?
When the time comes, screw the live streaming and the eating shows. I quit. I’m going to lie down and watch AV.
Yes, in this dimension, Lin was much more pure and simple in his later years.
It’s not because of the influence of the electronic wooden fish, but because I simply don’t have the time.
Once people get busy, they don’t care about lust.
After probing the system, we learned that the male and female protagonists went out traveling and would not be able to return in June, July or August.
In his later years, Lin had all the desires for love. People's joys and sorrows are really different.
Lin Wannian spent two weeks gaining 100,000 fans through his identity as a funny man, and received many advertisements worth hundreds or thousands of dollars.
Even though a sparrow is small, it is still a piece of meat. A little bit adds up to a lot.
Some fans also noticed his food-broadcasting accounts on other platforms, so there was a wave of traffic and advertisements for the snack snail noodles appeared, offering free trials.
Don’t miss it.
Lin Wannian, who loves to eat snail noodles, ordered some. On the night when the goods arrived, after the live broadcast ended, he immediately asked Sang Zhaoguang to cook three packets of snail noodles, add fried tofu and tribute vegetables, and more importantly, water spinach!
Each of Sang Zhaoguang’s cooking videos can get hundreds of likes, and sometimes even thousands. The number of views is mainly determined by the ingredients, and this is slowly increasing.
On this day, Lin Wannian was sitting on the sofa in the living room, his body slumped, holding the remote control in his hand, watching Country Love out of boredom. The plot was bloody and earthy enough, and very enjoyable.
"Lin Wannian, this is your snail noodles." Sang Zhaoguang made the snail noodles, put it into Lin Wannian's special bowl, and brought it over.
Lin Wannian came back to his senses from the TV series, looked up at him, and found that there were two pieces of tissue paper stuffed in his nostrils.
Putting it on the table, Lin Wannian picked up the stand and set up the phone, ready to record the video.
He saw Sang Zhaoguang sitting next to him and warned him, "Don't talk while I'm recording. Just eat your food quietly."
"In your old age, don't you eat in your bedroom?"
Lin gave him a sentence in his later years: "Are you going to smoke out my room?"
"You also know it smells a bit." Sang Zhaoguang said in a low voice.
"Hmm?" Lin Wannian, who was about to start eating, glanced over.
Sang Zhaoguang immediately gave in and raised his hands: "It's okay, you eat well, I'll be quiet and won't disturb you."
In Lin's old age, he used chopsticks to enjoy the fragrant, stinky and spicy snail noodles. After taking a few bites, he looked obsessed. Yes, this was the taste.
Sang Zhaoguang covered his nose and looked at Lin Wannian's face full of enjoyment, especially the expression on his face. His thoughts drifted away and he had some extravagant thoughts: How great it would be if Lin Wannian could show this kind of expression to me.
As he thought about this, those slightly pornographic scenes popped up in his mind, and then a stream of hot blood rushed out of his nose, quickly dyeing the paper ball stuffed in his nostrils red.
Lin Wannian had eaten half of it. When he looked up, he saw the two red lines on Sang Zhaoguang's nostrils and smiled: "What's wrong with you?"
Sang Zhaoguang finally came to his senses, waved his hands quickly, then covered his nose and ran to the bathroom.
After Lin Wannian finished eating, he continued to lie on the sofa and watch TV. Sang Zhaoguang came out shyly. When he looked over, he saw that the other's ears were red.
Lin Wannian coughed and said, "Remember to drink more herbal tea if you have a sore throat."
"Yeah." Sang Zhaoguang responded softly and picked up the dishes to wash them.
After washing and tidying up, she sat obediently next to Lin Wannian and watched TV series with him.
After spending two weeks together, Lin Wannian has become familiar with Sang Zhaoguang's existence. Sang Zhaoguang behaves very quietly and does not have any intentions towards him. Although he looks similar to Sang Shiyan, he does not turn blue like the previous two.
It's still okay to be friends.
Lin Wannian thought so and lay on his back on the sofa with his feet stretched on Sang Zhaoguang's thighs.
"You in your old age?" Sang Zhaoguang was panicked.
Lin Wannian acted like a big shot and ordered, "Rub my feet for me."
"Oh." Sang Zhaoguang lowered his head, looked at the feet on his legs, and touched them with trembling fingers.
"Use a little more strength." Lin Wannian said, laughing secretly in his heart. This guy must be nervous.
Sang Zhaoguang increased the strength of his hands and screamed in his heart. He finally touched Lin Wannian's feet.
In his later years, Lin enjoyed Sang Zhaoguang's massage. Feeling tired, he closed his eyes and fell asleep as if hypnotized by the dialogue between the TV characters.
Sang Zhaoguang paid attention to Lin Wannian's movements and rubbed him for a while. Seeing that there was no reaction from the other party, he reached out his hand to his calf, touched it for a while, and then retracted it like a thief.
Calling softly: "Old age, old age."
Not getting a response, he put his foot down, walked lightly up to the front, stared at the pretty face, his heart rising into his throat. He mustered up the courage to bend down and kiss the young man's cheek, touched it lightly, then quickly pulled back and ran back to the bedroom.
When he came out again, he was holding a blanket in his hand. He carefully covered Lin Wannian with it, then sat beside him and watched with joy on his face.
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