Qinghui didn't wake up.

The hand is unconsciously reversed.

He laughed.

One thing I just said was wrong.

He's in a hurry, he's in a hurry, bind this little girl, he's really better than anyone else...... Be in a hurry.

***

After that global game.

Team SYJ went live for several days in a row.

The overall atmosphere is good, and the topic of the impact of love on the team's players is hardly raised.

If you want to say something bad, that person is secretly in love, and he has already won the world championship, what do you say? What else is there to say?

So in everyone's live broadcast room, most of them are this picture.

'Tell the captain that I'm going to line up with him and give me back the cub!! ’

'Hahaha, today is another day to watch the captain happily release the probabilistic skill Huo Huo Syj. ’

'Ahh!!h ’

This kind of news has been swiped for several days on end.

In the end, Qinghui held his own small cake and sat upright in front of the live broadcast screen.

Some people looked at the packaging and recognized which celebrity chef the cake came from, and then they were silent.

Qinghui also raised his small chin, held a fork, and laughed a little, a little proud.

"Can you steal this little cake to feed me?"

Because he was chewing cake in his mouth, his voice was slurred.

All:...... No, no, no, no, no!

But this is obviously defending Xiao Er.

As a result, the number of such jokes has rapidly decreased.

After the live broadcast, Qinghui sat on the sofa, lazily paralyzed, and ate a small cake.

Xiao Er came down from upstairs, he had just taken a shower, his hair was still a little wet, and he was wearing home clothes, with a little casualness.

This is a two-story villa in Xiao Er.

Because this year's event has basically passed, there are no training tasks, so they go home.

The house that Qinghui rented, Xiao Er naturally wouldn't let Qinghui go back, so he brought it here directly.

He's already seen what's going on online.

walked to the sofa, sat down, snatched the fork from Qinghui's hand, and then fed her with a small cake, while speaking, "It's okay to follow what they say, I don't care." ”

They're jealous, they're jealous, it's his, too.

Qinghui took the cake he handed over, shrank back, and blinked, "No." ”

Turned over softly, still looking lazy, "My people are naturally the best." ”

Lord Spirit Sword is the best, and Lord Spirit Sword has a crush on the best! No one else is allowed to say it.

Xiao Er smiled instantly, lowered his head, and touched Qinghui's lips lightly.

He spoke in a low and hoarse voice, "Do goblins fight?" ”

Qinghui's small body shrank slightly, trying to push him aside.

Xiao Er followed her movements, then chuckled and sighed, "But...... Ran out. ”

Qinghui reacted.

Running out? What ran out?

Light coffee: ...... Beast!!!

Xiao Er's perennial expression suddenly smiled, the kind of warmth and smoothness, raised his hand to press Qinghui into his arms.

The sunlight outside was clear, falling from the window and scattering on the two of them.

Xiao Er narrowed his eyes, he was in a good mood, and he didn't even feel any unpleasant when the few people on his phone complained that he had been using them to test his luck.

I may still be a non-chieftain in the future, but I can accept it.

Because I have been in Europe for one thing, and that is to meet you.