PUBG Online Romance of the Century

Yu Yan's behavior on Weibo was captured clearly by the camera.

The water friends are waiting, waiting for his response, maybe complaining, or tears, they hold the keyboard at any time, waiting to give comfort to the people on the screen.

Who would like Yu Yan to watch the phone calmly and then lock the screen and put it on the table.

"No pumpers today, I'll play passers-by in four rows."

[? ? ? 】

[Xiaoyan, don't be too sad, everything is over. 】

[Yes, and there is one more boss here! 】

"Sad?" Yu Yan said, "Why am I sad?"

A bunch of question marks flashed on the screen immediately.

"You mean something on Weibo?" Yu Yan seemed to understand it, and his tone was as usual, "I have already reported that article, and don't take it too seriously."

[Meaning that the submission of Live Express was fake? 】

"Things on the Internet cannot be trusted." Yu Yan answered equivocally.

[I fuck! I still cry! !! Give me back my tears! !! !! 】

[I just said, how could a company be so stupid, even if it didn't open wages, dare to sue the other party for breach of contract ... Isn't this to death? 】

[Fuck, return my little star! 】

"Yes, you can send your client account private message to the house manager. I will refund half of it." Yu Yan said, "The remaining half ... you have to go to the platform to ask."

The room manager just watched the barrage suddenly drop from five to four digits. She originally planned to call for a few more helpers to help seal the person. However, Yu Yan stopped talking about the traffic in three or two sentences.

How to say, it is a pity to reduce the traffic, but after knowing that this is fake, she is still very happy.

At the other end, Lu Xiu and Lu couldn't figure it out.

Although the through train is not so well exposed, it's all about facts.

He originally felt that such people were disgusting, took other people's private affairs to submit, and remained anonymous, but after seeing the comments in the comments, he felt very good.

At least no one scolded Xiaoyan.

He refreshed Weibo and wanted to see how those comments would change after Yu Yan denied it. Who wants this refresh, only brushed out a system prompt-

"The Weibo does not exist."

After the farce of these two days, the index of curiosity of the unknown anchors on yanxyan can be said to have reached a peak.

After Yu Yan broadcast for a few hours, he looked down at the heat, ten million.

No wonder the team has to sign a team marketing, this popularity has come too fast.

He pursed his lips and continued to click to match.

Until a few messages came from the barrage--

[How long is the anchor today? Not yet playing? 】

[Chinese New Year? Upcast? 】

[Xiaoyan, stop for a meal ...]

Yu Yan found out that it was ten o'clock in the evening, exceeding his live broadcast time.

He lighted his phone subconsciously, and it was empty.

He and Yi Chen seemed to have made an appointment, and no one today took the lead in issuing the first sentence.

He was running away, what about Yi Chen?

Because in the live broadcast, Yu Yan can't think carefully. He looked up and said, "Not in a hurry ... after this game."

The plane took off, and teammates were very acquainted while marking a point above the city of p.

After landing, Yu Yan quickly ran into the room, and while picking up his gun, the barrage assistant suddenly sent a message.

[1 entered the live room. 】

He froze before he could say anything.

[1 left the studio. 】

"..."

[? ? ? 】

[I'm dazzled? !! 】

[I fuck, you're dazzled! !! 1 The boss just came in! 】

[... how did you go again? 】

Footsteps made Yu Yan quickly withdraw from God. He opened the door, his muzzle facing down, and killed two people downstairs. He said, "It may be something, don't brush it."

It's 10:30 after the broadcast.

Yu Yan sat on the gaming chair and looked at the dark screen in front of him for a long time.

I didn't know how long he sat there before he slowly looked up and looked around the room, his eyes fixed on the envelope at the top of the shoe cabinet.

It is a notice, and his area will be demolished soon.

In fact, the buildings in this area should have been rectified long ago. The houses are dilapidated and water leaks are common. Many heads of households have already moved away. They would rather rent them out than want to live on their own.

Yu Yan is not out of nowhere. The money he spends with playing is enough for him to rent a better house.

He just wasn't very willing.

This house is the only thing left by his parents.

He raised his hand to put the headset away, and didn't dare to think about it anymore. He got up, picked up his pajamas, and went into the bathroom.

Before going in, Yu Yan remembered something.

He hesitated for a moment, still picked up the phone, and opened the WeChat top chat.

Yu Yan: Did you just come to the live broadcast room?

Yu Yan: I have a cold today, I ca n’t speak, I wo n’t video today, I ’ll hold tomorrow until tomorrow ... Let ’s talk for a long time, okay?

Out of the bath, my phone still didn't receive a response.

It's almost eleven o'clock, and Yi Chen should be busy.

It was raining outside, and Yu Yan even heard the sound of rattling rain. He squeezed his phone and saw that the screen didn't even have the word "entering" on it. In the end, he couldn't hold back and dialed a voice call.

The end was quickly picked up, and the man's voice was a little heavier than before, and there were still a few squealing noises: "... what's wrong?"

Yu Yan said, "No ... it's just because you didn't reply. I'm a little worried."

"I saw it, but I didn't have time to return."

Yu Yan dumbfounded: "So."

"Hmm." He paused for a while, then said, "Speak later."

At the end of the call, WeChat prompts 13 seconds on the other end.

It is also the shortest voice call they have ever known.

He was staring at the phone, and a qq message popped up.

Your uncle Lu: Xiaoyan, have you fallen asleep?

Yu Yan: Not yet, what's wrong?

Your uncle Lu: Come out, I invite you to a barbecue.

Yu Yan: Do you have no class tomorrow?

Uncle Lu: Only in the afternoon.

Uncle Lu: I do n’t want to talk too much. I think you may not feel good about staying alone now. Come out to drink and drink. I accompany you and drink well. It is absolutely good to get up tomorrow.

Thinking of the feeling of being drunk before, Yu Yan felt that his stomach was faintly aching.

Your uncle Lu: Don't worry, just drink downstairs in my house, and go straight to my house to sleep after drinking, nothing will happen!

Yu Yan's heart moved. He was really in a bad mood, and he wanted to find a vent.

It's good to find something and divert attention.

Yu Yan: OK, I'll be right here.

He changed his clothes two or three times, picked up his wallet and cell phone, and went out.

As he locked the door, he heard footsteps on the right.

Calm and powerful, very flamboyant in the dark.

He glanced subconsciously, and after seeing the person, he opened his eyes suddenly—

A man stood in the stairwell.

The familiar features and familiar taste are exactly Yi Chen who just said on the phone.

He apparently just came down from the workplace, the rain was too heavy, and the stairs had no cover. His gray suit was dyed dark, his hair was flattened by water droplets, and the whole person fell in the rain. Hearing movement, he The footsteps upstairs stopped and looked up at Yuyan's gaze.

Yu Yan's lock motion stopped, and he even took a few breaths with his breath.

At this moment, he realized that it was fake to want to escape, and it was also fake to not want to watch videos.

Only when this person really stood in front of him did he know how much he missed him.

After seeing him for a whole day, Yu Yan's bad mood swarmed inexplicably at this instant. The emotions came so fast that he didn't hesitate, and even his eyes became red.

Yi Chen met, twisted his eyebrows without leaving a trace, and continued to walk forward, step by step in front of him.

As soon as he saw Weibo, he was immediately dealt with.

But it was too late. When he found out, Weibo already had thousands of comments.

After the matter was ordered, he let his subordinates book a ticket to Manyang.

He didn't think too much, but just wanted to accompany him. He didn't have the heart to let him face these things alone. Those people think they are righteous, but they just turn out the sad past of others and want to give their sympathy more room to play. They don't care if this past event will cause secondary harm to the parties.

Yu Yan returned to God, licked his lips in a panic, and squeezed out his voice for a long time: "... how are you here?"

Yi Chen raised his hand and wrung the rain from his hair.

There was too much water, and the two could even hear the sound of water drops falling on the floor.

He said, "I'll borrow a bathroom from you."

Yu Yan: "..." 2k novel reading network