As soon as she said this, no one spoke on the entire live broadcast interface for half a minute.

Suddenly, netizens exploded:

【？？！！ Waiting for the light! Is it the young country painter I thought I was thinking about? 】

[Ahhh 】

[I'm exploding on the spot, if Sister Wen can really invite me to wait for the light, I will fan you for 10,000 years, and whoever scolds you in the future will scold him! ] 】

As soon as the word "waiting for light" was fermented on the Internet, it soon soared to the first place in the hot search.

The fans who were waiting for the light came when they heard the news, and when they saw Wen Tingyun saying that they would invite the light to be a guest on the show, they cried excitedly, which blew up Wen Tingyun's live broadcast room.

Fans of Waiting for Light said that their baby has not moved for almost a year, and if it weren't for the paintings of Waiting for Light in the museum, they would almost think that Waiting for Light is their fantasy existence.

Now that I got the good news from Wen Tingyun that I might see waiting for the light, fans were excited and incoherent, and they paid attention to Wen Tingyun waiting for the results.

*

Overnight, all the hot traffic went to Wen Tingyun, Fu Ting's fans were so anxious that Fu Ting's fans screamed and sent private messages to Fu Ting, asking her to invite more awesome guests to sit down.

But he can't be compared to Wen Tingyun!

Fu Ting didn't care, and still arranged the work of the show according to the normal process.

And the report about Fu Yu'an's visit abroad that I asked Cen Ti to check for her before, Fu Ting has already got it, and she already knows Fu Yu'an's heart knot.

So what she needs to do next is to dissolve the shadow in Fu Yu's peace of mind.

Just as Fu Ting was pondering what to do, a muffled snort suddenly came from behind him.

Cen Ti leaned back on the sofa, his eyes closed, and the expression on his face was a little uncomfortable.

Fu Ting immediately walked over, reached out and pushed his shoulder, "Cen Ti, what's wrong with you." ”

When I got closer, I saw a layer of fine sweat on the man's beautiful face, and his eyebrows and eyes were slightly wrinkled, as if he had a nightmare.

Hearing Fu Ting's voice, the man slowly opened his eyes and looked at her fixedly.

His eyes were very deep, like a thousand waves of ink, as if he wanted to suck Fu Ting's soul.

In the next second, Cen Ti reached out and grabbed Fu Ting's wrist and pressed her into his arms.

Fu Ting was caught off guard and embedded in the man's very hormonal embrace, and his heart almost jumped out of his throat.

She struggled resistantly, but she was hugged tighter, and Cen Ti put it to her ear, and said in a low voice, "Let my brother hug it." ”

Fu Ting's little face was forced to bury in his shoulder and neck, and his voice was muffled, "I haven't agreed to be with you yet." ”

"I know." Cen Ti still didn't let go, he took a deep breath, his low voice was very gentle, but he also restrained a certain emotion, and said softly, "You just want to be a hooligan tonight as a brother." ”

Fu Ting, "......"

She suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and hesitated to speak, "Are you in a bad mood?" ”

"Sort of."

"Why?" Fu Ting asked, "Is it a nightmare?" ”

"Well, it's a nightmare." Cen Ti's chin rested on Fu Ting's shoulder, not letting her see his expression, he chuckled, "Brother is a little scared." ”