After doing it for a while, Yang Qianye slowly adapted to the job of an anchor, although she was not familiar with it, she was able to communicate and talk to enthusiastic netizens while performing, and she lost her initial shyness.

With interaction, the people watching the live broadcast are more enthusiastic and initiate red envelopes without hesitation.

But the fly in the ointment is that the live broadcast content is still eating steamed buns, and the cabbage-stuffed buns are about to become her nightmare, so she secretly decided to make some changes no matter what.

To make matters worse, she found that she was not as able to eat as she had imagined, and every time she reached fifty, she was visibly struggling, and she had to gulp down water to get the food down. The bun is pasta, and it swells when it meets water, not to mention how uncomfortable it is, and every time after the live broadcast, there is a feeling that life is worse than death. I also said before that I wanted to preserve my strength, but who expected that the starting point would be too high to dig a big hole for myself, and I regretted it. Finding alternative ingredients as soon as possible has become a common expectation for her and her fans.

"Eat steamed buns again, other anchors change tricks every day, and if you continue like this, you won't come tomorrow." Some netizens made suggestions with a little complaint.

"Tomorrow I will eat something else, everyone can rest assured." She awkwardly answered fans' questions, sounding like she was doing a debriefing. Those unique words in the anchor world, such as "babies", "this fairy", "go one", etc., are like foreign languages to her.

"Hey, I've finally found you." A netizen who had just entered the live broadcast room suddenly greeted her, and when she looked at it, the other party's online name was Matthew.

Without waiting for an answer, Matthew added, "It's me, SYC." ”

At the same time, the skin of the bun in her mouth has been bitten through, and the plump filling and juice are standing out between her lips and teeth.

It's Song Yingchen! He broke into the live broadcast room, like breaking into the bathroom, and Chiba subconsciously reached out to turn off the live broadcast.

This is low self-esteem as a woman. No one would want to show the image of Hu Eat Hesse in front of the person they like, and she is no exception. No wonder the world wants to use the name of "gluttony" to describe the king of big stomachs.

She pretended not to see it, and quickly stuffed the rest of the bun into her mouth, burying her head very low. Other netizens are still talking without a word, and her mind is already in a mess.

Just when everyone was puzzled by the anchor's inexplicable behavior, she had already solved the remaining buns as quickly as possible, and then snapped to close the live broadcast, without a farewell message or a closing speech.

My heart beats to the limit.

In addition, the feeling of turning over the river and the sea spread to the stomach, and the cramping pain in the abdomen was unbearable. She hurriedly ran into the bathroom and threw up on the toilet. Vomiting irritates the tear ducts, and bean-sized teardrops fall vertically into the toilet bowl and mix with filth.

Raise your hand and press the switch, and the water swirls and washes away the things along with the panic.

Walking back to her room, her mood was a little calmer, and she laughed at herself for being too unproductive. It was Song Yingchen's proposal to start a live broadcast, and the big stomach king was also his idea, so he naturally wouldn't look at it with colored glasses. But she couldn't figure out why she was dodging, no, it was evading. The latter is more urgent and more desolate.

Fortunately, it was only a live broadcast, and if Song Yingchen saw the "mud man" in Lancheng at the beginning, he had to find a crack in the ground to get in? In her mind, there is no distinction between high and low work, but for some reason, in front of this boy, inferiority has risen to vanity.

Just as he was thinking about it, a red point of light flashed on the ceiling of the living room, which kept shaking. On a second look, the light source is coming in from the outside through the floor-to-ceiling glass.

She hurriedly ran to take a look, and there was a figure not far downstairs holding a laser pointer, as if he was still waving at her.

"Chocolate?" She chuckled in her heart, quickly changed into her shoes and ran downstairs.

However, it was not chocolate that was waiting for her, and she should have been disappointed, but she was not disappointed at all.

Song Yingchen was wearing a sleeveless pure white T-shirt and fluorescent green sports shorts, standing in front and smiling at her. Even in the dim light, he shines with a charming brilliance. He is not a muscular man, but his body is very well-proportioned, his lines show a healthy posture in an extremely smooth way, and his bone meridians are also full of aura.

"It's you." She said, the night hiding her blush.

"Who else do you think it is?" Song Yingchen showed her white teeth, "Why don't you ignore me, Qianye on a sunny day?" ”

Chiba felt her face burn slightly, and pretended not to know and asked, "Did you watch the live broadcast?" ”

"Of course, don't pay attention to greetings, you're not very qualified as an anchor."

Song Yingchen had just come out of the gym across the street, played with his mobile phone in the locker room after taking a shower, and accidentally broke into Chiba's live broadcast room. But at this time, he didn't come on a whim, but had a reluctant request for Chiba's help.

"I really didn't see you...... What are you doing here? Chiba diverted the subject.

"Just finished ironing." Song Yingchen raised his arm to show off his not strong biceps, and then pointed in the direction of the gate, "There is a gym on the opposite street that is opened by a friend of my friend. ”

"Do you want to go up and sit down?" Chiba sent out the invitation, but found the act to be frivolous - she was always prone to overthinking.

"No thanks, I'm tired, I want to go back early to rest." Song Yingchen took out something from her bag and handed it to her, "I came to ask you for a favor, put this thing there for me, and keep it for me." ”

I took a look at it, and it was a book-like thing wrapped in colored paper.

"Put me here?"

"Well, help me put 1101, I don't want my mother to see my personal belongings, she keeps rummaging through my bag."

"Oh, where do I put it?"

"Find a cabinet drawer or something, but you have to remember the place, don't go back and forget it."

"It's not something valuable, is it?"

"It's not expensive, but it's important to me." Song Yingchen said with a smile, a little tricky.

"Okay." Chiba answered. For her, this is just a gesture, and there is no reason to refuse.

"Don't peek."

"I'm not interested in who sees you."

"That's good, thanks."

"Why are you all mysterious, aren't you tired?" She suddenly blurted out. From Lu Meiqin to Grandma Wang to the handsome boy in front of her, these people who live in the mansion seem to be burdened with secrets big and small, and in her opinion, they are not praiseworthy of praise.

However, on second thought, she is not burdened with an unspeakable secret.

"Everyone has something they don't want to share, tired is tired, but sometimes it's a kind of happiness, and I believe you too." Song Yingchen didn't mind this impolite remark, but hoped to give her a convincing explanation, "But I'm just this little secret, I hope you don't mind." ”

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it."

"That's fine. By the way, I left you a phone, why did you never call me? It's only fair to have to give me your number today anyway. ”

She was embarrassed to dial his phone, how did Song Yingchen know that she had already saved the number and added "A" in front of her name.

After saving the number, Song Yingchen put the phone back into the sports bag in a chic manner and said, "I will continue to follow your live broadcast, which is great." But you have a bit of a problem with your clothes, so I'll find time to make up for you. ”

"There's a problem with EQ...... Do I look silly? "Chiba was hit by such direct criticism.

"The taste of the clothes. Let's talk another day. ”

Song Yingchen waved goodbye and walked outside the community. She watched until he walked out of the door and disappeared into the night.

And all this is also clearly seen by the big hair hidden behind the big tree.

The huge sense of loss weighed on Da Mao's heart like a boulder, turning from heavy to sad. The girl who had a good impression talked to other boys, with shyness and admiration on her face—he knew exactly what that meant.

Adults are always good at dividing relationships and pairing for others. On any occasion and at any time, a man and a woman are inevitably considered to be in love, which is a self-righteous vision, but it is often the clearest vision. Coupled with the habit of being good at observing and being willing to observe developed by the profession of security guards, although many people in the community have never been in contact, they have already defined the relationship between A, B, C and D in Da Mao's heart. Who is a mother and daughter, who is a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, which two are in love, which two are husband and wife, and which two are cheating......

In his opinion, Yang Qianye and the tall, handsome, aristocratic boy were not a couple, but they made him more discouraged than a couple. Yang Qianye's face tried his best to hide and reveal traces of yearning and appreciation, like a machine gun mercilessly shooting at him. He was very sure that Yang Qianye liked that boy, and compared to that boy, he was separated from the distance between passers-by and the emperor's superstar.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat."

He said it to himself, but it seemed that the words also applied to Chiba.

At this end, Yang Qianye returned to 1101 with the book in his hand, and he gained weight by one point with every step he took, and he was heavily teasing the slightly sinful voyeurism in his heart.

Of course, she doesn't think it's a heavyweight photo album, or a liberating nature of photos, cynical sensitive texts, or dark and weird personal diaries. She just couldn't suppress her interest in everything about Song Yingchen.

Thoughts come to minds, she won't do such a thing as voyeurism, resolutely not. Putting her things in the drawer under the wine cabinet, she went back to her bedroom and found a diary on which she wrote.

"Locked bedrooms, mysterious books, weird neighbors, and myself are the four secrets of this house. 1101 is a space for privacy, I just sleep, eat, live broadcast and rest here, and I don't think about anything else. Ten thousand dollars, a month, the mysterious man's orders have been circling in his mind. I don't know why I have such a strong trust in someone I've never met, someone I don't know, but I have to trust and there's no other way out. ”

Without writing a few words, she closed the notebook. The previous diary recorded some feelings about Song Yingchen, and now even when he glimpsed those words, he felt blushing and heartbeat, like being a thief.

She suddenly made a decision to dress up a little during the live broadcast tomorrow. Song Yingchen may not watch her live broadcast again, but she wants to present a less casual posture to offset the nonsensical color of the live broadcast content.

There is a good saying that the most terrible behavior of most women is to remove makeup, and the most terrible behavior of another group of women is to apply makeup. She obviously belongs to the latter, and as soon as the word dress comes to mind, she has a concrete picture in her mind.

The understanding of makeup is still stuck in the period of the welfare home, and every time there is a festival activity, the teacher will put a thick rouge on the children, and a little eye-catching red between the eyebrows will be ......

That's right, the picture she made up in her brain is really like this.