Since Li Ling didn't let her use the company's official micro-hair, she simply didn't use it. It's not just the official micro-channel that has that influence, there is a ready-made traffic at home.

"Dude."

"Hey, sister."

"Are you free?"

"Finish the game."

"You do me a favor, borrow my account to use it, and I'll send a news."

The teenager wearing the cool black glitter headphones finally took his eyes off the computer screen: "Huh? Oh. I didn't understand what my sister wanted to do, but I still agreed.

"Cell phone." Dong Yiyi stretched out his hand in front of him.

"On the table. Password 123456. Li Yicheng tapped the mobile phone on the table next to him with his thin chin.

"You don't have a level password."

"The more dangerous the better." Li Yicheng bent his eyebrows and squeezed out a smile, and in an instant, he re-invested himself in the game world, concentrating and devoting himself wholeheartedly.

Li Yicheng has liked to play games since he was a child, and he worries his parents about it. But fortunately, my son was angry, and when he was admitted to college, he studied behind closed doors for three months, and he went from being a scumbag of the whole school to a sensational top student.

Successfully admitted to Jiangyang University majoring in computer science. Since then, I have embarked on a serious road to playing games.

He is not only good at programming, but also first-class in painting, handsome, one meter eight tall and tall, gentle when he doesn't open his mouth to speak, no girlfriend, sometimes post short videos and photos on social platforms.

Over time, the popularity has soared, and it can be regarded as having the capital to respond to every call.

"Green Mountains." The account logged in on the social platform is not his original "second brother Leng"

"You still have a trumpet, it's a good joke."

Li Yicheng tore off the headphones for a second, flew over, staggered twice, and snatched the mobile phone from Dong Yiyi's hand, "No, no, someone else's number, someone else's." ”

"My brother finally has a little secret." Dong Yiyi was half relieved and half gossipy, and rubbed Li Yicheng's messy and soft yellow hair with the palm of her hand.

"I'll give you a log, whatever you want to post, just say that the world will die at twelve o'clock tonight, and I will carry this rumor-mongering pot brother to my sister."

Li Yicheng's fingers slid quickly on the screen, and the unknown trumpet was directly logged out, and then he logged in to the large number before handing the phone to Dong Yiyi, "Send it." ”

Dong Yiyi paired the edited brief content with videos and pictures and sent it out smoothly.

Li Yicheng stood behind her, his eyes fell on the mobile phone screen over her shoulder, "Sister, your hiding shooting skills are good now." I don't think this wide-angle shot is like a normal camera. ”

"It's a normal camera, but it's modified."

Li Yicheng asked intentionally or unintentionally, "Who is so good?" The little broken camera was changed to look like a cannon barrel. This master introduced me. ”

"Ye Suxing."

Sure enough, it's Ye Suxing, that's right, it's Ye Suxing again. Smart, golden, mysterious, with a perfect background. Oh, it's like a god who doesn't eat the fireworks of the world and lives in the clouds and looks down on the earth.

Most importantly, he loved his sister to the point that he loved him to the point that he would never forget it. There is no second such person in the universe.

"Brother-in-law is amazing!" Li Yicheng's voice was suddenly high, with irrepressible excitement.

Dong Yiyi didn't notice that his good brother, who had grown up with him, suddenly flashed a trace of cold light in his eyes when the jackal, tiger and leopard caught their prey.

"Sister, will you find a chance to let me meet Ye Suxing one day?"

"What are you doing with him? As soon as he is in business, he has nothing to say about playing games with you. ”

"I adore him. Worship from the younger brother. Li Yicheng clasped his fists with both hands, jumped on the big bed next to him with his legs, knelt on one knee, suppressed his voice, and learned the tone in martial arts films, "Hero, please accept the little brother." ”

"Li Yicheng, you are vulgar, rich is a hero."

"No, it's not." He raised his head, his eyes were innocent, he was right, and he was so bold that he told the truth: "The one who dares to like my sister is the hero." ”