Chapter 540: Making Money to Support You

Although there are not many voices questioning on the Internet, they were immediately sprayed back by pro-fans, but there are still them.

Lin Qingyan chose to ignore the dispensable news on the Internet.

She endured it, it doesn't mean that Pastor Mo Ting will endure it.

When Mo Tingmu saw others questioning that he couldn't play games, Mo Tingmu directly posted on Weibo and said to those who just scolded him for not being able to play games, "Who said I can't play games, maybe it's better than yours." ”

Lin Qingyan really wondered if Mo Tingmu's brain had a pitfall, and it was definitely enough to cause trouble.

I really doubt how the company could give Mo Tingmu his own management.

Mo Tingmu's news was sent out, and he was directly pushed to the hot search in a short period of time.

Soon, Lin Qingyan received a WeChat message from Zhao Xinyao [Xiaoyan Mo Tingmu's Weibo, you also saw it. 】

[See.] 】

[Xiaoyan, do you know how to play games?] The public relations side decided that it would be enough for you and Mo Tingmu to open a game live broadcast for thirty minutes at night. 】

[I can play, I will go to the company in the evening.] 】

Mo Tingmu's guy has nothing to do, how can he be so capricious in public relations this time, and directly let Mo Tingmu use his strength to suppress those opposing voices.

Lin Qingyan put down her phone and apologized and said, "Baby, I'm sorry, I may not be able to eat with you at night, and I can't go to the vegetable market with you." ”

"What's wrong" Gu Yichen raised his head from the document, full of concern.

"It's Mo Tingmu who does it himself, and he has to pull me along, and I'm going to go to the company to do a live broadcast in the evening, but it should be over soon."

At that time, when I signed a contract with a game company, there was no such article, and it was completely free publicity for the game company.

"It's okay," Gu Yichen said.

Anyway, it was only broadcast live in the evening, Lin Qingyan was eating fruit leisurely and reading magazines, but Lin Qingyan kept yawning after not reading it for a while.

"Xiaoyan, let's go sleep inside" Gu Yichen raised his head and pinched his heavy eyebrows, and saw that the girl was sleepy and kept yawning.

Lin Qingyan shook her head: "I'm not very sleepy. ”

Gu Yichen suddenly kicked away the chair behind him and stood up, walked in front of Lin Qingyan, and picked the girl up from the sofa.

The girl's body suddenly took off into the air, and she instinctively hugged the man's neck.

Gu Yichen strode to the rest room inside, Gu Yichen gently put Lin Qingyan on the bed, pulled the quilt over the girl, and doted and said, "If you are sleepy, you will sleep, and if you are not sleepy, lie down and rest for a while." ”

Gu Yichen's words were unquestionable.

The rest room inside is very clean, spotless, and the single bed is covered with ordinary white sheets, as if there is still a residual breath of the last man resting.

The bedside flowers should be fresh, with a fragrant smell.

Lin Qingyan was a little sleepy after simply eating and drinking.

Lin Qingyan stared at the man innocently, "Dear Chenchen, can you lie back with me." ”

"You sleep obediently by yourself, I want to make money to support you" Gu Yichen said in a half-coaxed tone.

Lin Qingyan had never been coaxed like this, and the forced stickiness in her body was instantly appeased.

The girl curled up in the bed and nodded obediently.

Gu Yichen got up, at the moment when Gu Yichen got up, Lin Qingyan reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the man's pure white shirt, although Lin Qingyan didn't use much strength, but Gu Yichen still accidentally fell on the bed and lay next to the girl through the quilt.

Lin Qingyan smiled helplessly, and quickly let go of the little hand she had just caused trouble, "I didn't mean to." ”

Gu Yichen endured Lin Qingyan's attraction to him, got up from the bed, kissed Lin Qingyan lightly on the forehead, and turned to leave. ηΉΆδ‚•Nΰ­Žα° β©²γ©§ζ™Žδ­œα΄ gλ₯ξΊθŠ‚β±»Nο™₯・17δ΅‘γ¦Φ–Ϊ˜Θ°