Chapter 8 In short 8

Compared to the noisy room with Lu Xue, the villa opposite seems much quieter.

He Yuan had just gotten up and was walking down the stairs yawning.

"Boss, you've just woken up, but it doesn't matter. I've left some ribs for you by my aunt."

Lin Mao said to him with his head in front of the computer.

He Yuanen spoke and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

Just as I took a sip of water with the cup, a person rushed up from behind me.

"Boss! You are simply my reborn parent! I love you, love you, love you!"

"puff!"

He Yuan vomited all the water on the glass platform.

"Boss, I read the Weibo post you posted. I am so moved!"

Jian Boyi whistled to the sky.

He Yuan narrowed his eyes and said with a silence, "Fuck you let go of me."

Jian Boyi obediently slipped aside, but he didn't stop admiring, "Ah... I didn't expect you to be such a god of abyss. Don't worry, I'll be with you in the future!"

He Yuan glanced at him suspiciously, "What's the point of being slutty suddenly?"

Jian Boyi looked like "I understand you" and said, "Oh, I know you are thin-skinned, so you must be a little shy when posting that Weibo."

Post on Weibo?

He Yuan paused, and his mind became clear when he woke up. It seemed that when he was asleep in the morning, his manager Yang Dong went to his room. Yang Dong woke him up when he took his cell phone.

When he threw the pillow at him, Yang Dong said something, "Use your phone to send a Weibo post"?

He was very sleepy and rushed out and continued to sleep without thinking.

He Yuan's eyes were slightly narrowed, and he raised his foot and walked towards the manager sitting on the sofa, "Where is my cell phone."

Yang Dong looked up at him, "It's on the table."

"Boss, what about this!"

Jian Boyi handed it over for him with great traits.

He Yuan had a bad premonition, so he opened Weibo with a calm face.

The information on Weibo was overwhelming. Of course, the first thing he saw was his top Weibo. After a glance, He Yuan's face turned darker.

"How is it? Did I write very well? You see, the dark guys are all gone."

Yang Dong made a letter of invitation with a smile.

"good?"

He Yuan sneered, "These are the reasons why you broke into my room early in the morning to get your phone?"

Yang Dong was embarrassed, "This matter has been fermented for a long time and is not good for Xiaojiu. I think you are too lazy to post it. Even if you really post it, you only have a few words. If it doesn't work, I still have to do this."

He Yuan glanced at him, and Yang Dongqing coughed twice, "Uh, don't delete it, otherwise someone will be led by another rhythm."

Jian Boyi was confused when he listened, "What's the matter? Brother Dong, did you post this Weibo?"

The manager nodded, "Yes."

Jian Boyi looked at He Yuan and looked cold, "Wow, I'm so moved."

Lao Yao came out of the toilet and said while buckled his belt, "Naughter, who is our Abyss God? Will he take this emotional route?

joke."

When passing Jian Boyi, Lao Yao patted his shoulder and wiped his hands on his shoulder, "Young man, we Abyss God has always spoken with our strength!"

Jian Boyi said oh, glanced at his shoulder, "...have you washed your hands?"

Lao Yao thought about it, "It seems that there is no."

Jian Boyi flew and rushed.

He Yuan glanced at the two of them who were twisting each other and disliked them.

"A Yuan, will you not delete Weibo?"

Yang Dong came over and asked again.

He Yuan didn't even look at him, and opened the game interface on his own. After a while, he said to Yang Dongen, who was almost losing his flowers.

The sound of "女" sounded perfunctory and impatient, but Yang Dong breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that He Yuan was cold on the outside and hot on the inside. Although this Weibo post made him feel uncomfortable in his stomach, as the captain, he must be directed at the team members.

This is also the reason why he dared to post this Weibo with his mobile phone.

Today is He Yuan’s live broadcast, in short, sitting in front of the computer and watching.

She started the barrage, and today's themes are all about the Weibo post in the morning.

But the man in the picture still looked indifferent. He was playing games and ignored these remarks.

"Damn! Who the hell tore off the poster from Xiao Yanzhi to put the table foot!"

In the originally calm live broadcast, a burst of voice sounded.

The barrage was silent for a second, and then hehe hahahahahahahahahaha:

“Mao Mao is true love in short.”

"Soul, being a monk yourself does not mean that the team members can also be monks. How can you put a poster on the table? "

"What kind of monk do you want to be?

The Abyss God has the Ninth Brother!”

...

"Is the house manager here? I've banned that breeze."

He Yuan sniffed, spitting out two words, "Dirty."

In short, she smiled and banned the person who said "The God of Yuan has a Ninth Brother". The "Little Fox of the God of Yuanshen" was the room manager of the live broadcast room a few days ago, so she now bans whoever she wants!

He Yuan said this now and she was just thinking about her. What kind of god Yuan has a ninth brother?

filthy!

As soon as he finished banning, He Yuan said lightly, "Mao Mao posted the poster on his door, and he had to tear it up if he wanted to take it. He said I was using the poster to cushion the table base. Am I so bored?"

Barrage:

“Hahahahahahaha, on the door?

Yuan Shen and Mao Mao are opposite each other, so that they can not see the simple face every day when they open the door."

"How do you feel when you meet the goddess every day?"

“66666”

...

“Feeling?”

In short, I saw He Yuan's lips that seemed to have been curled, but the words said were very mean, "I'm tired of seeing it."

“…”

"Have you tired of seeing it?"

The brief words on this head were stunned for two seconds, and jumped up from the chair, "Sister Huarong Yuemei, you actually told me that you are tired of seeing it!"

As the night entered, in short, I knocked on the door opposite with a large box of cherries bought by Jian Heshu.

One minute later, someone opened the door.

"Why is it you?"

In short, I looked at the man behind the door and was a little surprised.

"What's wrong with me?"

He Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the thing she was holding, and glanced at the corner of his mouth, "What."

In short, I remembered the comments someone had at her during the live broadcast in the afternoon, glared at him, and without saying a word, and squeezed directly into the gap between him and the door.

He Yuan, “…”

"Ah, Xiaoyanzhi is here."

Lin Mao and the other four were playing games, which was why He Yuan came to open the door.

"sit down."

He Yuan stared at Lin Mao and nailed Lin Mao, who was so excited that he wanted to fly over, firmly on the chair.

"Xiaoyan, wait for me, my game will be ready soon."
To be continued...